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classes; there are beautiful houses under erection,
splendid shops, and much horrible rubbish. There
is something confused in this Broadway, which
makes one feel a little bewildered in the beginning.
When crossing it I think merely of getting to the
other side alive. The beautiful little green spot
with its lovely fountain seems to me, beside the
bustling Broadway, like an oasis in the agitated
desert.
I had been less than a quarter of an hour in the
Astor House and was standing with my traveling
companions in a parlor, when a gentleman dressed
in black, with a refined gentlemanly appearance
and manner and a pair of the handsomest brown
eyes I ever saw, approached me gently and mentioned
my name in a remarkably melodious voice.
It was Mr. [Andrew Jackson] Downing, who had
come from his villa on the Hudson to meet me on
my arrival. I had scarcely expected that, as I was
very late, and he had already made a journey to
New York on my behalf in vain. His exterior and
his whole demeanor pleased me greatly. I do not
know why, but I had imagined him to be a middle-aged
man with blue eyes and light hair; and he is
a young man with dark eyes and dark hair, of a
beautiful brown, and softly curling—in short, of
quite a poetical appearance! He will remain here
with me over to-morrow; but he insists that on
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