LETTER XXIV.

My lodgings at Altona are tolerably comfortable, though not in any

proportion to the price I pay; but, owing to the present circumstances,

all the necessaries of life are here extravagantly dear. Considering it

as a temporary residence, the chief inconvenience of which I am inclined

to complain is the rough streets that must be passed before Marguerite

and the child can reach a level road.

The views of the Elbe in the vicinity of the town are pleasant,

particularly as the prospects here afford so little variety. I attempted

to descend, and walk close to the water's edge; but there was no path;

and the smell of glue, hanging to dry, an extensive manufactory of which

is carried on close to the beach, I found extremely disagreeable. But to

commerce everything must give way; profit and profit are the only

speculations--"double--double, toil and trouble." I have seldom entered

a shady walk without being soon obliged to turn aside to make room for

the rope-makers; and the only tree I have seen, that appeared to be

planted by the hand of taste, is in the churchyard, to shade the tomb of

the poet Klopstock's wife.

Most of the merchants have country houses to retire to during the

summer; and many of them are situated on the banks of the Elbe, where

they have the pleasure of seeing the packet-boats arrive--the periods of

most consequence to divide their week.

The moving picture, consisting of large vessels and small craft, which

are continually changing their position with the tide, renders this

noble river, the vital stream of Hamburg, very interesting; and the

windings have sometimes a very fine effect, two or three turns being

visible at once, intersecting the flat meadows; a sudden bend often

increasing the magnitude of the river; and the silvery expanse, scarcely

gliding, though bearing on its bosom so much treasure, looks for a

moment like a tranquil lake.

Nothing can be stronger than the contrast which this flat country and

strand afford, compared with the mountains and rocky coast I have lately

dwelt so much among. In fancy I return to a favourite spot, where I

seemed to have retired from man and wretchedness; but the din of trade

drags me back to all the care I left behind, when lost in sublime

emotions. Rocks aspiring towards the heavens, and, as it were, shutting

out sorrow, surrounded me, whilst peace appeared to steal along the lake

to calm my bosom, modulating the wind that agitated the neighbouring

poplars. Now I hear only an account of the tricks of trade, or listen to

the distressful tale of some victim of ambition.

The hospitality of Hamburg is confined to Sunday invitations to the

country houses I have mentioned, when dish after dish smokes upon the

board, and the conversation ever flowing in the muddy channel of

business, it is not easy to obtain any appropriate information. Had I

intended to remain here some time, or had my mind been more alive to

general inquiries, I should have endeavoured to have been introduced to

some characters not so entirely immersed in commercial affairs, though

in this whirlpool of gain it is not very easy to find any but the

wretched or supercilious emigrants, who are not engaged in pursuits

which, in my eyes, appear as dishonourable as gambling. The interests of

nations are bartered by speculating merchants. My God! with what _sang

froid_ artful trains of corruption bring lucrative commissions into

particular hands, disregarding the relative situation of different

countries, and can much common honesty be expected in the discharge of

trusts obtained by fraud? But this _entre nous_.

During my present journey, and whilst residing in France, I have had an

opportunity of peeping behind the scenes of what are vulgarly termed

great affairs, only to discover the mean machinery which has directed

many transactions of moment. The sword has been merciful, compared with

the depredations made on human life by contractors and by the swarm of

locusts who have battened on the pestilence they spread abroad. These

men, like the owners of negro ships, never smell on their money the

blood by which it has been gained, but sleep quietly in their beds,

terming such occupations lawful callings; yet the lightning marks not

their roofs to thunder conviction on them "and to justify the ways of

God to man."

Why should I weep for myself? "Take, O world! thy much indebted tear!"

Adieu!

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