The whole building, with its dark windows and soundless avenues, had an air strikingly forlorn and solitary.

What did you teach these Cubs the World to burn, Or to embottle London in its Urn ?

In January snows, No. 349 rolls the 'Patriot' through Groton, Connecticut, with quite a lengthy consist - showing at least some signs of increased patronage for the, once almost terminally ill, passenger train.

Then I'll have a bit more stuffing to it. Ay, and the liver wing.