And soon they go together to trot along the path, to stray off a little into the meadows, or at the base of the picturesque hills....

I am interested in the talk of the passengers, and cannot choose but follow it at times....

One man has been reading the _New Yorker_, printed by H.Greeley and Company.

I learn that Horace Greeley is his full name, and he comes in for a berating at the hands of a man with one of the characteristic goatees that I first observed at Castle Garden.

The Whigs! I had always associated this party with latitudinarian principles.