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Text for Page 129 [08-01-1855]

              121.
			          August.
  1. Wednesday.   It is known that we are within a day�s
journey of New York; and there are plenty of symptoms of the ap-
roaching break up of the little world of intimacys contracted during the
past two weeks.   Destinations and addresses are exchanged; waiters
volunteer copious offerings of almonds and prunes; and rumors reach
us of a sumptuous dinner, and champagne in the first cabin.   The
day is hot, and some anticipate New York weather by coming out in
summer clothing.     Our diet is, however no wise mended.   A pilot
comes aboard at early morning; and before sunset the long, low,
bevel shore of Long Island is in sight, looking green and pleasant
to sea wearied eyes.   I wash all over, put out clothes for the mor-
row, and go to bed, without any anticipation of sleeping, in which I 
am not deceived.
  2. Thursday.  Dressing in darkness, turned up on steamers
roof; of a row, dull morning, to look on Staten Island, the well
remembered Battery, bay, Governors Island, and masts of New York.
Right glad was I to see it. Up the North river for a space goes the
Washington, her guns arousing the sleepers in the city with the in-
telligence that the voyage is accomplished.     The foot of Beach Street
and the mail-cars, � next a great hauling forth of bales, boxes and bag-
gage for custom house inspection; which, as j usual, is just enough
to prove an annoyance, and just too little to detect any thing.  You
have, with infinite labour to uncord boxes, and unlock trunks, when
after a cursory glance to the depth of three inches, the custom-house authority
flourishes a clalk monogram on the lid, and �tis passed.�  A
throng of Irish carmen, hotel stage-drivers, and the like aboard.   I               
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