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by thought and feeling, compelled to bring into
life forms, scenes, and circumstances, which, as
dim shadows, have for twenty years existed in the
background of my soul. And in this so-called realist
land, which has more poetic life in it than people
have any idea of in Europe, I have already in petto
experienced and written more of the romance of life
than I have done for many years, and I shall continue
to do so during my residence here.
Now for a little of the exterior of my life. I
last left you when I was about to pay a visit with
Mr. Downing to Mr. Hamilton and his family on the
Hudson. As we were coming down to the bridge at
Newburgh, two men were there, the one fat and the
other lean, who were talking loudly and with so
much warmth that they seemed to be angry with each
other. "Every one who goes with this steamboat is
robbed!" exclaimed one; "it is full of rogues and
pickpockets!" "Let every one who is careful of his
life," cried the other, "take care not to go in
the boat he recommends: it has a cracked boiler,
and will blow up before long!" "That is not true,
but the greatest lie!" returned the first, and they
cast terrible glances at each other from under their
contracted eyebrows, while they continued to commend
their own boats and abuse each other’s.
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