Du Buque visitor. [volume] (Dubuque, Lead Mines, Wisconsin Territory) 1836-1837, 1836-10-19

From the Phizada. National mine.
THE TWO CITIES.
BY J. w. SIMMONS.
New York and Philadelphia are in
many respects strikingly contrasted.
The one might be represented as 4
gay and dashing equipage drawn by
four magnificent grays, with its mad
eaestdefs careering against time the
|other as quiet and respectable family
carriage, after the old school--where
every thing is neatness, sobriety and
good breeding gliding along at the
gentle rate which would show that both
the feelings and ideas of its owner are
in the right place-the heart as well as
the head.
To drop the figure-the one citysis
all impulse; the other steady principle
regulated by good sense. The one Is a
hairbrained spendthrift, who lives while
he can; the other grave economist,
who, while he wastes nothing, enjoys
every thing. The one is the Wit, the
Sheridan of cities; the other the Robt.
Morris, united to the genius Of Frank
lin. To the quick bosom of quiet
would be 3hell;' the other only re-
quires leisure to do good.' The one
is picture in which all is action; in
the other there is here and there beau
tiful blending of repose with energy.
Over the gates of one you read,
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr
blows,
While proudly riding DER the azure realm,
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes.
Youth on the PROV, and pleasure at the helm;
Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,
Which hushed in grim repose, expects his
evening prey.
Over those of the other that far more
devotional DEMONSTRATING the
very spirit Of human wisdom, and
of Christian charity-of the same in-
spired bard:
Teach me to love and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are to feel, and know myself a
In short, New York would be the
choice of our youth; and Philadelphia
of our middle age-the mistress and the
wife. We could spend brief intoxi-
cation with the one; but when still
evening" with tsstwilight gray comes
on, clothing our lives in tsombre live
ry,' we turn with a fond and deep
yearning to the other. Philadelphia,
then, is the city of the heart; New
York of the head. We may admire the
last, but we love the first. In New
York, too, the contrast between Broad
way and the rest of the streets, is too
great-when not in the former you are
always thinking Of it-like the travel
Ter who set out on his European tour,
after having luxuriated in Paris-he
finds the roads, the inns, the people
every thing-bad out of Paris-Paris
haunts him night and day-and has
spoiled him for the tour. So with
Broadway, the moment you diverge
from it, right or left, you miss it-and
find yourself insensibly drawn back
and this fatigues-for you are soon
made to feel that there is but one street
in New York, and that Broadway. In
Philadelphia the uniformity is more a.
greeable, at least to our taste; one is not
dying to be in Chestnut st.
because though beautiful street, there
are others scarcely less attractive. N.
York, like the pyramids, is wonder;
Philadelphia a Grecian temple, that
woos and invites you to repose beneath
it's chaste and classic columns. The
scenery around the latter, too y of far
greater amenity, and altogether, Phila-
delphia would well repay the knight
who should proclaim her the fairest citv
in Christendom.
PASSIONATE TEMpER.-The indul-
gence Of passionate temner Il. ner.