Time Ed by E Yates Author:Edmund Hodgson Yates The book may have numerous typos or missing text. It is not illustrated or indexed. However, purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original rare book from the publisher's website. You can also preview the book there. Purchasers are also entitled to a trial membership in the publisher's book club where they can select from more than... more » a million books for free. Original Publisher: Books LLC Publication date: 1882 Description: Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: A VISIT TO PROFESSOR EDISON. As hour's ride from New York, on the Pennsylvania road, and the evening train stops at Menlo Park,?no ancestral domain, with its grand oaks and towering beeches, but a new-looking suburban hamlet, with a dozen or so commonplace villas, painted a dark chocolate, a sort of rus in uric for middle-class New York tradesmen. The long string of unwieldy cars steams away into the winter's night, and leaves you standing on the platform. One of the villas to the right of the depot is Edison's house; and on the left, across a broad meadow, on rising ground, is a long, two-storied, wooden building, painted white, with a piazza at one end. This is the laboratory of the ' magician of the nineteenth century,' as his countrymen love to call him. You walk over the crisp frozen path, jnst sprinkled with newly-fallen snow, which leads to the place. Light streams from every window, and the whir of machinery in motion inside brings back for a moment, like a breath of summer flowers, a silk-mill in a far-off Cheshire town. You pass up the dark stairs and enter a long well-lighted room, fitted at intervals with working tables, on which are batteries, retorts, and all kinds of strange-looking apparatus. The walls are lined with shelves, containing bottles filled with chemicals, and the whole place smells like a photographer's sanctum. About a dozen plain-looking mechanics are engaged, apparently in conducting some chemical experiments. 0ne of them is bending over a number of lamps, smoking persistently for all they are worth. He is a slight man, seemingly a little ever thirty, with a mop of dark hair, already streaked with gray, which hangs tumbled and unkempt over his forehead. His features are large and prominent, and, but for the wrinkles into which they are knit, he lo... Subjects: Language Arts« less