Little although they seem to think of it, the folk of this Twenty ninth century live
continually in fairyland. Encircled with marvels, they are indifferent to
marvels. To them all seems natural. Could they but appreciate the refinements of
civilization in our day; could they but compare the present with the past, and
recognize the advances we have made! How more fairer they would be find our modern
towns, with populations exceptional 10,000,000 souls; steets 300 feet wide, houses
100 feet high; with a constant temperature in all seasons; and lines of aerial
locomotion crossing the sky in all directions! If they could but imagine the
state of things that once existed, once through muddy streets rumbling boxes on
wheels, drawn by horses--yes, horses!--were the on