But Grandfather had made up his mind to tell no more stories for the present.
"Possibly, one of these days, I may go on with the adventures of the chair," said he.

"But its history becomes very obscure just at this point; and I must search into some old books and manuscripts, before proceeding further.

Besides, it is now a good time to pause in our narrative; because the new charter, which Sir William Phips brought over from England, formed a very important epoch in the history of the province." "Really, Grandfather," observed Laurence, "this seems to be the most remarkable chair in the world.

Its history cannot be told without intertwining it with the lives of distinguished men, and the great events that have befallen the country." "True, Laurence," replied Grandfather, smiling, "We must write a book, with some such title as this,--MEMOIRS OF MY OWN TIMES, BY GRANDFATHER'S CHAIR." "That would be beautiful!" exclaimed Laurence, clapping his hands.
"But, after all," continued Grandfather, "any other old chair, if it possessed memory, and a hand to write its recollections, could record stranger stories than any that I have told you.

From generation to generation, a chair sits familiarly in the midst of human interests, and is witness to the most secret and confidential intercourse, that mortal man can hold with his fellow.