text:  We would hear no more; in ten minutes from this communication we were careering along in a one-horse car to judge for ourselves--our imaginations filled with the same celestial visions that blest the slumbers of the friar in the song-- "All night long of heaven I dream-- But that is fat pullets and clouted cream"-- and before we had conjured up one-half the delights of a residence in a real farm-house we turned in at some iron gates drove up a gravelled avenue and stood at the door of a very nice comfortable-looking house that in many advertisements would pass very well for "a quiet and gentlemanly mansion fit for a family of the first distinction