Produced by Joseph R. Hauser and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net +-------------------------------------------------+ | Transcriber's Notes: | | The copy number in the original was unreadable. | | Inconsistent spelling left as in the original. | +-------------------------------------------------+ NOTES ON A TOUR THROUGH THE WESTERN PART OF THE STATE OF NEW YORK PHILADELPHIA 1829-30 Two Hundred Copies reprinted October, 1916, from The Ariel, Philadelphia, 1829-30, for George P. Humphrey, Rochester, N. Y. No. [We have been politely favored with a manuscript journal of a very intelligent traveller, kept during a tour through the most thriving counties of the state of New York. We give an extract below, and shall continue to furnish others until the whole shall have been published. The journal will be found to contain the observations of a sound, practical farmer, and a lover of the works of nature as well as those of art. We recommend it to the attention of our friends in the country, and to readers generally; believing it well worthy of an attentive perusal.] NOTES ON A TOUR THROUGH THE WESTERN PART OF THE STATE OF NEW YORK _Extract No. 1_ _May 5th._--Left Bristol Pa., at eight o'clock, in the Steamboat Trenton, for New York. About ninety passengers were on the way-bill, not one of which I knew. Amongst our number was the celebrated Miss _Clara Fisher_--famed for her aptitude in personating variety of character, having wonderful powers of mimicry. She is certainly a very interesting girl, and attracted much attention; but the gaze of strangers was evidently very disagreeable to her, and she apparently coveted not much scrutiny. Nothing occurred on our route worth notice. Having had a pleasant passage, we arrived at New York about five o'clock. I took my lodgings at Mrs. _Man's_ boarding-house, No. 61, Broadway. After making some improvement in my appearance, such as brushing up my hat and coat, and brushing off my beard, I issued forth into the splendid avenue, where all the beauty and fashion of this gay city daily promenade, to enjoy the pleasure of a walk. After walking and walking, and walking further, until my feet exhibited an alarming regiment of _blisters_, I wended my tedious way back to my lodgings--took a peep at the medley of boarders that thronged the house--looked at (but did no more than _taste_) the shaved dried beef and prepared bread-and-butter on the supper-table--for the former was cut in true Vauxhall style, one pound to cover half an acre, and the latter was only alarmed by butter--sipped a dish of tea, and made my escape to bed, ruminating on the horrors of an empty stomach tantalized by a New York supper.