…the trumpet that once announced from afar the laurelled mail, heart-shaking when heard screaming on the wind and proclaiming itself through the darkness to every village or solitary house on its route, has now given way for ever to the pot-wallopings of the boiler. That’s Thomas DeQuincey, mourning the shift of nineteenth century mail delivery …
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