PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS. 49

peared to have no bounds. To them it
“floated large o’er many a rood,” like
the arch fiend in Milton’s ‘“ Paradise
Lost; and in the rather one-sided
vision of these juvenile observers, it
seemed to have no bottom, any more
than the fabled deep hole in the middle
of the mill pond.

I have seen all the boys and girls in
school, when he passed by the school
house, during the recess at noon, stop in
the midst of their play, and gaze at the
doctor, as if he were something a little
more than human, until he was fairly out
of sight. Nor would they resume their
sports, they _— so spell-bound by his