The twentieth century may be our beat, the nineteenth century our familiar, but in our store even older pieces lurk, some born in the colonies (as they then were in the Americas) and some having made the journey across the ocean, at an earlier or later date (who can tell?).
And thus it has come to pass that we bask in their glow, reach out involuntarily to touch their surfaces, or just gaze in awe at their refinement and beauty and age. Then, and now, for us in the New World, they have always represented civilization. Let's rummage, shall we?