I have had an agreeable stroll down upon the bluff, south-east from the city, and near the elegant mansion of Mr. Dayton.  The first engraving of St. Paul was made from a view taken at that point.  As I stood looking at the city, I recalled the picture in Mr. Bond’s work, and contrasted its present with the appearance it had three or four years ago.  What a change!  Three or four steamers were lying at the levee; steam and smoke were shooting forth from the chimneys of numerous manufactories; a ferry was plying the Mississippi, transporting teams and people; church steeples and domes and great warehouses stood in places which were vacant as if but yesterday; busy streets had been built and peopled; rows of splendid dwellings and villas, adorned with delightful terraces and gardens, had been erected.  I went out on Sunday morning too, and the view was none the less pleasant.  Business was silent; but the church bells were ringing out their sweet and solemn melody, and the mellow sunlight of autumn glittered on the bright roofs and walls in the city.  The whole scene revealed the glorious image of that ever advancing civilization which springs from well rewarded labor and general intelligence.

Like all new and growing places in the west, St. Paul has its whiskey shops, its dusty and dirty streets, its up and down sidewalks, and its never-ceasing whirl of business.  Yet it has its churches, well filled; its spacious school-houses; its daily newspapers; and well-adorned mansions.  There are many cottages and gardens situated on the most elevated part of the city, north and west, which would not suffer by a comparison with those cheerful and elegant residences so numerous for six to ten miles around Boston.  From the parlors of these homes one may look down upon the city and upon the smooth bosom of the river.  In the streets, too, you see much evidence of opulence and luxury, in the shape of handsome carriages, which are set out to advantage by a first-rate quality of horses.

One element of the success of this city is the public spirit of its leading business men.  They have put their hands deep into their pockets to improve and advance the place.  In all their rivalry there is an amicable feeling and boundless liberality.  They help him that tries to help himself, and help each other in a way that will help them all together; and such kind of enterprises produces grand results.  Why, here is a new hotel (the Fuller House) at which I stop, which is surpassed but by very few hotels in the country.  It is a first-class house, built of brick, five stories high, and of much architectural beauty.  The building itself cost upwards of $100,000, and its furniture over $30,000.  Its proprietor is Mr. Long, who has already had good success in this sort of business.  One can well imagine the comfort of finding such a house at the end of a long and tedious journey in a new country.