Main Street

  • MAIN STREET

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    In my daily walks along the principal street of my native town, it has often occurred to me, that, if its growth from infancy upward, and the vicissitude of characteristic scenes that have passed along this thoroughfare during the more than two centuries of its existence, could be presented to the eye in a shifting panorama, it would bean exceedingly effective method of illustrating the march of time.

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  • Acting on this idea, I have contrived a certain pictorial exhibition, somewhat in the nature of a puppet-show, by means of which I propose to call up the multiform and many-colored Past before the spectator, and show him the ghosts of his forefathers, amid a succession of historic incidents, with no greater trouble than the turning of a crank.

  • Be pleased, therefore, my indulgent patrons, to walk into the show-room, and take your seats before yonder mysterious curtain.

  • The little wheels and springs of my machinery have been well oiled;

  • a multitude of puppets are dressed in character, representing all varieties of fashion, from the Puritan cloak and jerkin to the latest Oak Hall coat;

  • the lamps are trimmed, and shall brighten into noontide sunshine, or fade away in moonlight, or muffle their brilliancy in a November cloud, as the nature of the scene may require;

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    and, in short, the exhibition is just ready to commence.

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  • Unless something should go wrong,--as, for instance, the misplacing of a picture, whereby the people and events of one century might be thrust into the middle of another;

  • or the breaking of a wire, which would bring the course of time to a sudden period,--barring, I say, the casualties to which such a complicated piece of mechanism is liable,--I flatter myself, ladies and gentlemen,--that the performance will elicit your generous approbation.

  • Ting-a-ting-ting!

  • goes the bell;

  • the curtain rises;

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    and we behold-not, indeed, the Main Street--but the track of leaf-strewn forest-land over which its dusty pavement is hereafter to extend.

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  • You perceive, at a glance, that this is the ancient and primitive wood,--the ever-youthful and venerably old,--verdant with new twigs, yet hoary, as it were, with the snowfall of innumerable years, that have accumulated upon its intermingled branches.

  • The white man’s axe has never smitten a single tree;

  • his footstep has never crumpled a single one of the withered leaves, which all the autumns since the flood have been harvesting beneath.

  • Yet, see!

  • along through the vista of impending boughs, there is already a faintly traced path, running nearly east and west, as if a prophecy or foreboding of the future street had stolen into the heart of the solemn old wood.