A VOYAGE TO 



" — who with heart and eyes 



Could walk where liberty had been, nor see 

 The shining foot prints of her deity; 

 Nor feel those god-like breathings in the air. 

 Which mutely told her spirit had been there?" 



I saw nothing but the plainness and simplicity of 

 republicanism; in the streets, there were none but plain 

 citizens, and citizen soldiers; some of the latter, per- 

 haps, shewing a little of the coxcomb, and others ex- 

 hibiting rather a militia appearance^ not the less 

 agreeable to me on that account. In fact, I could al- 

 most have fancied myself in one of our own towns, 

 judging by the dress and appearance of the people 

 whom I met. Nothing can be more different than the 

 population of this place, from that of Rio. I saw no 

 one bearing the insignia of nobility, except an old 

 crazy man, followed by a train of roguish boys. There 

 were no palanquins^ or rattling equipages; in these 

 matters, there was much less luxury and splendor than 

 with us. The females, instead of being immured by 

 jealousy, are permitted to walk abroad and breathe the 

 air. The supreme director has no grooms, gentlemen 

 of the bed chamber, nor any of the train which apper- 

 tains to royalty, nor has his wife any maids of honor; 

 his household is much more plain than most of the pri- 

 vate gentlemen of fortune in our own country; it is 

 true, when he rides out to his country seat, thirty 

 miles off, he is accompanied by half a dozen horse- 

 men, perhaps a necessary precaution, considering the 

 times, and which may be dispensed with on the return 

 of peace; or perhaps, a remnant of anti-republican 

 barbarity, which will be purged away by the sun of a 

 more enlightened age; indeed, I am informed, that the 



