The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1842-02-13

the dock, the excitement among the crowd was per
fecy whirlwindish; they seemed disposed to carry
every thing before them with perfect looseDess, as
the fat gentleman did his pantaloons, after he was
tapped for the dropsy kicking, squeez ng, scroug
ing" showing, pushing, hawking, bawling, were
practised in all their naire and diversified forms
All sorts OF cries. like the inside of lying-i hosoi-
tai, were heard on every hand. "There he isw
A." there's z, by G-dw (Which ~ Where 7"
P" Who I" "Show me-" "Let me see" ed
d-n you, stand back" "Let me look over your
shoulder, sir, if you please" "See you at the
devil first can't see myself" SCI say, sucker, don't
shove me into this wood pile % "Take your hand
out Of my pocket" " Beg pardon, sir, but they
crowd so that my hand was showed into
your side pocket very much against my
will" "There's Boz!" Which 70 That
little chap with the white face, and the black
shaggy coat" "Thre cheers for Boz" "Whor
-whor-whor- hurr-ra-a-a-a-ohv' The cheers
died with the good intentions of the designer; for
finding only five or six to second him, he very
tentedly cursed the whole crowd and whis,led, "Hi
Jim along, Pm tired of wsiting!" The boat touched
the dock, and about hundred jumped on board
Mr. Golden was the first. Boz and his wife were
with them. That friend introduced Mr.. Golden first
to Boz, then to his beautiful wife-(for beautiful
she really ISL. Mr.. Golden took her arm, and they
all went on to the lower deck. Here they were
rounded by about hundred people, some with very
clean shirts, and some with highly respectable dirty
shirts Chat is, shirt made Of all linep); these ga
zers formed sort of uneven o.Iong kind of ring
around Boz, his lady, and Mr. Golden; keeping at
very responsible distance, as little dog does
when big deg is picking bone, and trying very
commercially, and with patriotic and praiseworhy
curiosity, to listen to every syllable of a pri-
waite nature that was said to or by Boz, or
his lady, or their two friends. All they could
make out was to hear Boz say in reply to re-
mark Of Mr.. Colden's in relation to something
that had occurred overnight, Yes, was astound
ed!' These were caught up and handed from
mouth to mouth as Boz's first Words and fullest SEN
timents on reaching New York. And on the dock
it told to the great delight of the loafers, by
Of their respectable fraternity-"I say, Joe, by
Cd, Boz says he's astounded to see as New
Yorks as big as it isl guess his mother knows
he's out"
The crowd were in high glee--:hey determined
10 be happy and blythe as any body, despite their
ragged breeches and empty bellies--ihey seemed to
look upon Boz as one of their body, and they did
him honor in their way as well as they knew how,
although God knows the manner and form thereof
was peculiar 10 themselves.
Atlesi the Captain procured hack, and told Boz
he had doae &c.
"You 60 to the Carlton said Golden.
"We do" said Boz.
"Nice house," said Golden.
sSD,, t,ld III RI,
"Doyou take your baggage with you 7" said Col
den.
Dickens looked at his beautiful Kate, and smiling,
replied, "No-.hat'sto come afterwards"
On this the little party Of four went up the gang
plank and squeezed through the crowd-,he wood
piles-and almost every other kind Of piles-boxes,
barrels bags, coffee, sugar, molasses, rum, unorenta
gin, grease, tar pitch, cotton, cheers curses, laugh
ter noise, confusion, and swearing almost unprece-
ceden,ed. 1t seemed as if the very devil had let
loose all the demons of disorder that particular
dock, to give Dickens an unsophsticated notion OF
life at New York steamboat landing. Carmen out
Of number and hackmen had rammed, crammed
and TANNED their horses on to the dock in such
devesh state of disorder that to disentangle them
seemed as difficult as to unite the Gordan knot.
So Boz's friends took him and his lady round the
stringpece Of the dock, at the risk Of their Hopping
souse into the ciss pools that usually collect round
the bows of ship in dock-the hack drove up to
meet them, in jumped Dickens and his lady, and
their escort and off they drove to the Carlton-Boz
giving one good long stare up at the shabby ware
houses on the wharves and his lady smiling at the
scene of confusion they had just left.
SIS that Dickens that's just druv of in that hack
said long sallow faced, saddleheaded, slab-sided
down-eas,er, who had been trying for half an hour
to get look at Boz.
+" 1t is" was the reply.
"Then, by Cd, l think there is too much id
man. worship about all this, he rejoined; although
heer'd on.
AL! that we know further Of Boz is, that he reach
ed the Carlton in safety-washed-di shave
(perhaps he did though) pat on clean Shirt and
other etce,eras scraped his nails, sat down to quiet
dinner-took "private drnk"-read few letters
from nearly as many fools-received few calls from
ditto repeated; wrote few lines, and went to bed
early without saying his prayers, though inwardly
thanking Providence that thus far he had marched
into the bowels OF the land.
So much for his movements. Now, for his per-
sonal appearance All the portraits yet published
are unlike him. He has eight or ten different styles
of face, and forms of expression. Here is one of
his appearances TO the life;-
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