ABSTRACT
The tale of our journey opens with all the pomp and circumstance of an Eastern romance. Our party was composed of four,—dear reader. But, instead of the prince, the minister, the commander, and the merchant, you must be content with the less conspicuous characters of the doctor, the lawyer, the scholar, and the tradesman. All the charm of a resemblance lies only in the beginning. The story then professes to be something more serious than the tale of an Indian nursery, which induces the very opposite of what is aimed at here—to help the reader to keep awake to the interest of the scenes and sights about him.
