Excerpt from A Family History, Vol. 1 of 3 I was very happy on this journey. I liked to look out of the stage-coach windows, and see the houses and fields and hedges all running along, while we sat still. My father told me I was mistaken, that it was we who were moving, while the fields and hedges remained in their places; but I found it very difficult to believe him. Then, when evening began to close in, and the light faded, and everything became hazy and indistinct, and my eyes grew heavy, papa took me on his knee more kindly and caressingly than usual, and let me nestle my weary little head against him, and fall fast asleep. The rattling of the coach-wheels over a stone pavement woke me up, to see streets of tall. Houses that seemed to have no end, the glare and glitter of innumerable lamps; to hear a confused noise of carts, and carriages, and voices, and the tramp of thousands of feet. We were in London. The coach stopped; my father lifted me out, carried me into a house, and consigned me to a woman he called chamber-maid, by whom I was undressed and put to bed. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.