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establishment. A suspicion crossed my mind during my inspection of

this noble charity, whether the superintendent had quite sufficient

knowledge of the world and worldly characters; and whether he did

not commit a great mistake in treating some young girls, who were

to all intents and purposes, by their years and their past lives,

women, as though they were little children; which certainly had a

ludicrous effect in my eyes, and, or I am much mistaken, in theirs

also. As the Institution, however, is always under a vigilant

examination of a body of gentlemen of great intelligence and

experience, it cannot fail to be well conducted; and whether I am

right or wrong in this slight particular, is unimportant to its

deserts and character, which it would be difficult to estimate too

highly.

In addition to these establishments, there are in New York,

excellent hospitals and schools, literary institutions and

libraries; an admirable fire department (as indeed it should be,

having constant practice), and charities of every sort and kind.

In the suburbs there is a spacious cemetery: unfinished yet, but

every day improving. The saddest tomb I saw there was ‘The

Strangers’ Grave. Dedicated to the different hotels in this city.’

There are three principal theatres. Two of them, the Park and the

Bowery, are large, elegant, and handsome buildings, and are, I

grieve to write it, generally deserted. The third, the Olympic, is

a tiny show-box for vaudevilles and burlesques. It is singularly

well conducted by Mr. Mitchell, a comic actor of great quiet humour

and originality, who is well remembered and esteemed by London

playgoers. I am happy to report of this deserving gentleman, that

his benches are usually well filled, and that his theatre rings

with merriment every night. I had almost forgotten a small summer

theatre, called Niblo’s, with gardens and open air amusements

attached; but I believe it is not exempt from the general

depression under which Theatrical Property, or what is humorously

called by that name, unfortunately labours.

The country round New York is surpassingly and exquisitely

picturesque. The climate, as I have already intimated, is somewhat

of the warmest. What it would be, without the sea breezes which

come from its beautiful Bay in the evening time, I will not throw

myself or my readers into a fever by inquiring.

The tone of the best society in this city, is like that of Boston;

here and there, it may be, with a greater infusion of the

mercantile spirit, but generally polished and refined, and always

most hospitable. The houses and tables are elegant; the hours

later and more rakish; and there is, perhaps, a greater spirit of

contention in reference to appearances, and the display of wealth

and costly living. The ladies are singularly beautiful.

Before I left New York I made arrangements for securing a passage

home in the George Washington packet ship, which was advertised to

sail in June: that being the month in which I had determined, if

prevented by no accident in the course of my ramblings, to leave

America.

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I never thought that going back to England, returning to all who

are dear to me, and to pursuits that have insensibly grown to be a

part of my nature, I could have felt so much sorrow as I endured,

when I parted at last, on board this ship, with the friends who had

accompanied me from this city. I never thought the name of any

place, so far away and so lately known, could ever associate itself

in my mind with the crowd of affectionate remembrances that now

cluster about it. There are those in this city who would brighten,

to me, the darkest winter-day that ever glimmered and went out in

Lapland; and before whose presence even Home grew dim, when they

and I exchanged that painful word which mingles with our every

thought and deed; which haunts our cradle-heads in infancy, and

closes up the vista of our lives in age.

CHAPTER VII – PHILADELPHIA, AND ITS SOLITARY PRISON

THE journey from New York to Philadelphia, is made by railroad, and

two ferries; and usually occupies between five and six hours. It

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