The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1868-01-31
[ Written for the Journsl.]
New York.

The Athenians who constantly sought
sume new thing, would have been daily
grati6ed had they lived in New York, and
the 18th century. A visit to the Metropolis,
an event once SO rare, that its memory was /
retailed through two or three generations, is
now common event to most of US. The
great city however, with its cosinical sights
and panoramic variety Of new and exciting
objects and events, never permits the inter-
est it excites to abate for an instant and the
latest visitor TO the east, with. his store Of
New York gossip and fashions, is ever vel
come Our experience of routes to the sea-
board, for swiftness, comfort and average
safety, gives preference 10 the Lake Shore
and New York and Erie r. Rs. The Pitts
burgh and Fort Wayne, and Penn. a Cent
r. RS, we have found crowded, uncomfor-
table, and officered by men to whom courtesy
wa sunknown, and passengers were objects of
spite or. at least silent contempt. N. 7.
Central Cars, narrow, and crowded with
large local as well as through travel are near
ly as Objectionable. The N. Y. d Erie cars
much wider than those used on any 9TH
er route, are for the most part elegant by
day, and luxurious By night, the seats
have curved backs TO fit the form, which
reaching higher than the head, rendering the
expense of sleeping car wholly unnecess-
ary., In the experience Of years of frequent
travel over this route never but once, met
with any incivility. The eating houses at.
Hornellsville, and Turner's, can hardly be
excelled in country, either for variety of
food or style of cooking, My advice to
travel by this route, is as disinterested as it
is sincere, Judging as l do that's, the public
desire when on their travels, the best posi-
bic Accommodations, food, and attention. 1
arrived at Jersey City in the morning, hui
ried on to the ferry boats and was soon cross
ing the North River, pushing through the
ice toward Gotham. The stiff salt breeze
from the ocean, full of spicy seasoning and
life, the forest of shipping, the vast bulls of
foreign steamers looming up amid the rise
ing mists of morning, the look of expectancy
on the faces of good people here for the first
time, of delight on faces after long absence,
of calm insOuciance peculiar to MetropOli-
ton eOuntenances, and the thrill il. my own
heart, that would beat faster than its wont
with emotion born alike of memory and
hope, ALL told me that was almost home.
again. Landing at the Pavonia ferry, and
hurryiDg up Chambers st, and Broadway,
was soon at the st, Nicholas, seated in the
immense marble reading room and possessor
of N. Y. papers that were not week old
and full of the content that rest and the
prospect of glorious dinner alone can give.
Seated, near me as usual, were the man with
mutten chop reddish whiskers, iDane ex-
preston, resultant of scanty sense and
sboundiDg conceit, faultless dress, frizzed
hairand scented cigar; the plethoric Banker
rising alternately upon heels and toes, COM
templatiDg the HerGld through raised eye
glass, and clearing his throat at the COM
mcncement of every sentences the long lank
Southern colonel that used 10 occupy the
best rooms of the hotel, but since the war
lives no one knows where, but hauuts this
place by day hoping to be treated at the