The fact is, most people understand these things about as well as we do, and it but remains for us to give a daguerreotype of a few customers which landlords or their clerks and servants now and then meet. The conductor of one of our first-class houses, gives us such a truly piquant and matter-of-fact picture of his experience, that we up and copy it, believing, as we do, that the reader will see some information and amusement in the subject.
A fussy fellow takes it into his head that he will go on a little tour, he pockets a few dollars and a clean dickey or two, and—comes to town. He's no green horn—O! no, he ain't, he has been around some—he has, and knows a thing or two, and something over. He is dumped out of the cars with hundreds of others, in the great depots, and is assailed by vociferous whips who, in quest of stray dimes, watch the incoming trains and shout and bawl—
"Eh 'up! Tremont House!"
"Up—a! American House—right away!"
"Ha! up! Right off for the Revere!"
"Here's the coach—already for the United States!"
"Yee 'up! now we go, git in, best house in town, all ready for the Winthrop House!"
"Eh 'up, ha! now we are off, for the Pavilion!"
"Exchange Coffee House—dollar a day, four meals, no extra charge—right along this way, sir!"
"Hoo-ray, this coach—take you right up, Exchange Hotel!"