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I do not enjoy going to Church so well in a strange place where I do not even know who is to preach. One feels somewhat solitary. By the way, what solitude there is in a great city where one is entirely unacquainted. I am never lonesome in the woods, but really I came very near it as I walked these crowded streets last morning. Well, I was very fortunate in getting to Church this forenoon in the rain. I entered the nearest, and found it the Old Brick Presbyterian Church, Garden Spring S.D. The Church was really pretty well filled in spite of the rain, and I think the Most devout appearing audience I ever saw in a city. And the Sermon was excellent indeed, upon Confidence in God. This afternoon I went away "Up town," to the Church of the Puritan's Dr Cheever's, I do not know how many miles, but it is a great ways, and both places are in the middle of the City! However I got there a long time before service; Being "Up town" and Aristocratic, services do not commence till most Four. So I kept walking till then; among the rest looked in to the Magnificent Grace Church, and admired Windows, Ceilings, and Monuments. Dr Cheever preached at his Church, and was eloquent upon the Gospel Call, but I believe I did not like him or his brilliant Church quite as well as Dr Spring and his plain one. One does not walk far in the streets here without realizing that he is out of New England. I went up today by way of Chatham St. and the Bowery, And in many quarters saw the stores all open and business & every thing apparently like any day in the week. Away Up Town every thing was quiet and Sabbath like, or tolerably so, and looked like the Upper parts of Boston, only greater and richer. I came down Broadway direct, and there again the thousands