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made an end of me in the very beginning. I was so
weary of that first day’s labor in social life, which
lasted till long after midnight, and was so much
in want of rest and sleep, that I did not believe
it possible for me to set off from New York at five
o’clock the next morning. I told Mr. Downing so, but
he very decidedly, though mildly, remarked: "Oh, we
must endeavor to do it!" on which I thought to myself,
"These Americans believe that everything is possible,"
while feeling at the same time that the plan was quite
impracticable. And yet at half past four the next
morning I was up, ready dressed, and hastening down
to place myself under the tyranny of Mr. Downing. The
carriage was already at the door, and seated in it I
found Miss [Anne] Lynch, whom Mr. Downing had invited
to pass the Sunday at his house.
"Go ahead! New World!" cried the servant at the door
of the hotel to our driver; and we rolled away down
Broadway to the harbor, where the big steamboat, the
New World, received us on board. This was really a
little floating palace, splendid and glittering with
white and gold on the outside, brilliant and elegant
within; large saloons and magnificent furniture, where
ladies and gentlemen reclined comfortably, talking or
reading the newspapers. I saw here none of Dickens’s
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