ing figure on the stage of recollection is Nathan Childs, the village baker, who had his shop in thstrike, all the day long, always on time.
Nathan Childs had an eye to business—he was a friend to he partially open door, over which we read Nathan Childs, baker.
There was the painted sash and thal as life, and mounted upon his seat, sat Nathan Childs, monarch of all he surveyed.
Keith of Kei at the cattle shows, and at the auctions, Nathan Childs was sure to be found.
On the day that Masction of President William Henry Harrison, Nathan Childs was seen in that countless throng that folabins, the hard cider and the striped pig. Nathan Childs gained the field, and upon it, he rang out the following tribute by the historian:
Mr. Childs continued to sell bread in the neighboring tf the genial countenance and kind words of Nathan Childs, the deaf baker, who went from house to holl orders.
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