When  we  crossed  the  last  bridge,  we  came  to  a
kind  of  island  covered  with  groves  of  the  silver
ash.  Crowds  of  people  filled  the  cool  walks;
booths  of  refreshment  stood  by  the  roadside,  and
music  was  everywhere  heard.  The  road  finally
terminated  in  a  circle,  where  beautiful  alleys  ra-
diated into  the  groves;  from  the  opposite  side  of
a  broad  street  lined  with  stately  buildings  ex-
tended into  the  heart  of  the  city,  and  through
this  a,venue,  filled  with  crowds  of  carriages  and
l>eople  on  their  way  to  those  delightful  walks,  we
entered  Vienna !


CHAPTER  XXII.
VIENNA.
May  81. — I  have  at  last  seen  the  thousand
wonders  of  this  great  capital — this  German  Paris
— this  connecting  link  between  tho  civilization  of
Europe  and  the  barbaric  magnificence  of  the  East.
It  looks  familiar  to  be  in  a  city  again,  whose
streets  are  thronged  with  people,  and  resound
with  the  din  and  bustle  of  business.  It  reminds
me  of  the  never-ending  crowds  of  London,  or  the
Ufe  and  tumult  of  our  scarcely  less  active  New


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York.  Although  the  end  may  be  sordid  for
which  so  many  are  laboring,  yet  the  very  sight
of  so  much  activity  is  gratifying.  It  is  pecul-
iarly so  to  an  American.  After  residing  in  a  for-
eign land  for  some  time,  the  peculiarities  of  our
nation  are  more  easily  noticed;  I  find  in  my
countrymen  abroad  a  vein  of  restless  energy — a
love  for  exciting  action — which  to  many  of  our
good  German  friends  is  perfectly  incomprehensi-
ble. It  might  have  been  this  which  gave  at  once
a  favorable  impression  of  Vienna.
