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that the subject ought to be thoroughly investigated;
that he considered the views of the speaker to be
erroneous; and that on the following Sunday he would
take up the question in that same place, and show
them in what the errors of these views consisted.
Westborough, December 2, 1849. New York apears to
me outwardly a dreary, noisy city, without beauty
and interest. There are pretty and quiet parts, with
beautiful streets and dwellings; but there the life
in the streets is dead. On Broadway again, there is
an endless tumult and stir, crowd and bustle, and in
the city proper people throng as if for dear life, and
the most detestable fumes poison the air. New York is
the last city in the world in which I would live. But
then it is to be regarded merely as a vast hotel,
a caravanserai both for America and Europe. Besides,
it is true that there I always felt in such a state
of combat and so fatigued, that I had no time to look
around for anything beautiful. But, thank Heaven! I
know Brooklyn, and there I can both live and sleep.
And now let us proceed on our way through the valleys
of Connecticut to the small homes of New England,
the home-land of the earliest Pilgrims.
In the afternoon we reached Hartford. We
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