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MOSCOW. 
chap, this gate. Having passed, you look about, and 
1V . j wonder what is become of the city, or where 
you are ; and are ready to ask, once more, How 
far is it to Moscow ? They will tell you, “ This 
is Moscow /” and you behold nothing but a wide 
and scattered suburb, huts, gardens, pig-sties, 
brick walls, churches, dunghills, palaces, timber- 
yards, warehouses, and a refuse, as it were, of 
materials sufficient to stock an empire with 
miserable towns and miserable villages. One 
might imagine all the States of Europe and 
Asia had sent a building, by way of represen- 
tative to Moscow : and under this impression 
the eye is presented with deputies from all 
countries, holding congress : timber-huts from 
regions beyond the Arctic ; plastered palaces 
from Sweden and Denmark, not white-washed 
since their arrival; painted walls from the 
Tirol; mosques from Constantinople; Talitar 
temples from Bucharia; pagodas, pavilions, 
and virandas, from China; cabarets from Spain; 
dungeons, prisons, and public offices, from 
France; architectural ruins from Rome; ter- 
races and trellisses from Naples; and ware- 
houses from Wapping. 
Having heard accounts of its immense popu- 
lation, you wander through deserted streets. 
Passing suddenly towards the quarter where 
