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22 Febr 1841. Boston. We arrived at Boston, alongside the wharf,
we landed 104 passengers and sixty thousand letters.
The Hotel we went to Fremont a very large establishment
kept by a Major in the American Army, who came up
and offered me his hand wished his joy at arriving in the
States and begged I would favor him by taking a little
brandy and water, it was about nine o clock in the morning
and not wishing to offend the Field Officer I partook of
a little brandy and water merely putting it to my lips
out of complement and sallied forth to see the town.
The first thing that attracted my notice was the
numerous and beautiful shipping that lay in tiers
along side the most convenient wharfs that run up
from the shore along the very thresholds of the doors
of the Store houses, vast quantities of timber piled in
deal yards. In the principle street not far from
the shipping stands an old building highly venerated
by the Americans from its being the cradle of
liberty called Old Faneuil Hall immortal in the annals
of the Country. Here is a spacious hall in which
large public meetings are held, assemblies, public dinners
celebrations &c. The walls of this Hall have a few
portraits of some of their celebrated men, I admired
a beautiful one of Washington containing a great
deal of expression and manly dignity. This beautiful
picture was most boldly painted and surrounded
by some of the vilest trash, the most vulgar daubs
I ever witnessed representing some of their patriots, executed
in the worst taste you can conceive, - In the centre fixed
in the was was a marble bust, done in the worst