Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great - Volume 09: Little Journeys to the Homes of Great ReformersHubbard, Elbert
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Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great - Volume 09: Little Journeys to the Homes of Great Reformers
Hubbard, Elbert
Reformers
I am thus far on my way back again to New York, which city I expect
to reach on the Eighth instant, after completing a tour through
Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washington, Pittsburgh, Lake Erie to
Buffalo, Niagara Falls, Albany (via Auburn, Utica, Schenectady), and
the Connecticut Valley to Boston and Lowell. On my return to New
York, I propose giving two days to the Hudson River, going up to
Albany one day, and returning the next; after which I shall have two
or three days for the purpose of taking leave of my good friends in
New York, previous to going on board the "Britannia" on the
Sixteenth. My journey may be called a pleasure-trip, for without an
exception or interruption of any kind I have enjoyed every minute of
the too short time allowed me for seeing this truly magnificent
country. No writer has yet done justice to America. Her lakes,
rivers, forests and cataracts are peculiarly her own, and when I
think of their superiority to all that we have in the Old World, and
still more, when I recollect that by a mysterious ordinance of their
Creator, these were hid from "learned ken" till modern times, I fell
into the fanciful belief that the Western continent was brought
forth at a second birth, and intended by Nature as a more perfect
specimen of her handiwork. But how in the name of breeding must we
account for the degeneracy of the human form in this otherwise
mammoth-producing soil? The men are but sorry descendants from the
noble race that begot their ancestors. And as for the women--my eyes
have not found one that deserves to be called a wholesome, blooming,
pretty woman since I have been here! One-fourth part of the women
look as if they had just recovered from a fit of jaundice; another
quarter would in England be termed in a state of decided
consumption; and the remainder are fitly likened to our fashionable
women, haggard and jaded with the dissipation of a London season.
There, now, haven't I out-Trolloped Mrs. Trollope! But leaving the
physical for the moral, my estimate of American character has
improved, contrary to my expectations, by this visit. Great as was
my previous esteem for the qualities of this people, I find myself
in love with their intelligence, their sincerity, and the decorous
self-respect that actuates all classes. The very genius of activity
seems to have found its fit abode in the
souls of this restless and energetic race.
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