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<p>The method pursued in the sections was delightfully simple and gratifying to every members vanity. He was supplied with pen and ink, and told to put down all he could recollect about his family. The result was that in each section there were five or six people—and in some more—all busily at work, writing autobiographies; and as everybody considered himself of quite as much consequence as his neighbour, the bulk of these autobiographies can easily be imagined.</p>
<p>If anyone had taken the trouble to wade through these personal histories, he would have been highly gratified with the fertility of the United States in breeding truly benevolent, upright, and distinguished men!</p>
<p>Out of all that one hundred and fifty there was not one who did not merit the gratitude of his township at least, and some were fully worthy of the Presidents chair at the White House. Their labours for the good of others were most carefully recorded—the subscriptions they had made to local charities far away on the other side of the Atlantic, to schoolhouses, and chapels, town-halls, and whatnot.</p>
<p>“There,” ran many a proud record—“you will see my initials upon the cornerstone<abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">J. I. B.</abbr>, for Jonathan Ithuriel Baskette, and the date (186⁠—), which is in itself good evidence towards my case.”</p>
<p>“There,” ran many a proud record—“you will see my initials upon the cornerstone<abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">J. I. B.</abbr>, for Jonathan Ithuriel Baskette, and the date (186-), which is in itself good evidence towards my case.”</p>
<p>All this mass of rubbish had to be sifted by the central committee, to be docketed, indexed, arranged, and a general analysis made of it.</p>
<p>They worked for a while without a murmur, and suddenly collapsed. It was impossible to meet the flood of writing. Fancy one hundred and fifty people writing their autobiographies all at once, and each determined to do himself justice! Such a spectacle was never witnessed since the world began, and was worthy of the nineteenth century. The central committee flung up their hands in despair. A resource was presently found in the printing-press.</p>
<p>When once the idea was started, the cry spread to all corners of the hall, and rose in a volume of sound to be echoed from the roof. The Press! The Spirit evoked by Faust which he could not control, nor any who have followed him.</p>