The first question would be, How shall I get there?
Oh, there are plenty of night coaches, and day coaches too, Sir.

Well, then "fancy him seated in a night coach, and having supped on the road, on resuming his corner of the vehicle, he falls into a sound sleep.

Guess what must be his surprise on waking in the morning, to find himself in the bustle and apparent confusion of the streets of the Metropolis.

But how altered! Wide streets and upright houses, instead of narrow lanes with houses meeting each other at the tops.

Then what elegant shops!--He would exclaim, rubbing his eyes, 'Why, this is all a dream "Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain!" ~73~~ 'It cannot be reality!'-- However, he swallows a hasty breakfast, and sallies out again to look about him.