Visit to the Crystal Palace

My first visit, after my arrival in this monster metropolis, was far from being a mournful one, such as I have been used to in my rusticating rambles. No, my dear, I had seen all its “dark side” of life before. It was to that fairy land and palace at Sydenham, which, in my estimation, is a continuation of the “Arabian Nights.” It would be impossible for me to describe this wonder of the nineteenth century. I might almost say that it would be giving to every one a description of his own property, as it is the People’s Palace; and, no doubt, every one will, if possible, go as often as convenient to get a sight of his own property, when they will be as charmed as I was.