text:  A house looks so miserable with all its carpets and chairs and tables piled in useless heaps--the beds dismantled--and the rooms filled with a staring crowd handling every thing and passing its vulgar judgment upon curtains and drapery that the proprietor perhaps thought finer than those of a Grecian statue--on pier-glasses which had reflected shapes of love or beauty--on the polish of mahogany that had been set in a roar with wit --a low mean savage-hearted crowd bent on making bargains and caring nothing for the associations that make commonest furniture more valuable than cedar and ebony