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ment for the gentry of this happy country. Thousands 

 are on the move, from different parts of the Union, for 

 the springs and lakes, and the falls of Magara. There 

 is nothing haughty or forbidding in the Americans ; 

 and wherever you meet them, they appear to be quite 

 at home. This is exactly what it ought to be, and very 

 much in favour of the foreigner who journey famongs 

 them. The immense number of highly polished females 

 who go in the stages to visit the different places of 

 amusement, and see the stupendous natural curiosities 

 of this extensive country, incontestably proves that 

 safety and convenience are ensured to them, and that 

 the most distant attempt at rudeness would, by com- 

 mon consent, be immediately put down. 



By the time I had got to Schenectady, I began 

 strongly to suspect that I had come into the wrong 

 country to look for bugs, bears, brutes, and buffaloes. 

 It is an enchanting journey from Albany to Schenec- 

 tady, and from thence to Lake Erie. The situation of 

 the city of Utica is particularly attractive ; the Mohawk 

 running close by it, the fertile fields and woody moun- 

 tains, and the falls of Trenton, forcibly press the stran- 

 ger to stop a day or two here, before he proceeds 

 onward to the lake. 



At some far-distant period, when it will not be pos- 

 sible to find the place where many of the celebrated 

 cities of the East once stood, the world will have to 

 thank the United States of America for bringing their 

 names into the western regions. It is, indeed, a pretty 

 thought of these people to give to their rising towns 

 the names of places so famous and conspicuous in 

 former times. 



As I was sitting one evening under an oak, in the 



