Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1841-07-14
MIS- c E L L NY.
.AILsA AIG."
BY N. p. ROGERS.

This famous Rock in the Irish Sea we
meant to have said something about, when
we saw it, long before this time. But
Anti-Slavery makes US omit and forget
the wonders Of the old world. We pass
ed it on a trip from Scotland to Ireland.
We left Glasgow on the 9th of July, at
ten in the morning, for Dublin. VIM.
LLOYD Garrison in company, our fellow
passenger tothe Irish capitol-and Charles
Lenox Remond-Wm. Smeale of Glas-
gov, a distinguished anti-slavery Quaker
land John Murray Of Bolein, sweet
little village down the Clyde from the
city--a noble Robert Bruce looking man,
and great abolitionist-these, and one
George Thompson, were our escort as far
as Greenock-there to take final leave of
US before our departure for America. Ii
was hard leaving the "bonnie" city Of
Glasgow. and especially " Albany Place.
the princely residence of our hospitable
friend Mathew Lethem, who made usfeel
entirely at home there in less than three
days, which was all the time we had for
Glasgow. But we made old friends
there. They are made by abolitionists in
day, in Scotland. We went aboard a
steamer and rode down the ship-ihronged
Clyde. Nothing can exceed its beauty
below this great city. To be sure they
have robbed it of its native banks--and
commerce has substituted for the green
slope, sloping wall ofneat and firm stone
masonry on each side, and Strengthened the
once indented shores. But the utility of
the metamorphosis is so mighty, and so
palpable, this morrow stream, a
far way inland. the highway for the COM
merce of one of the great ports of Britain
of city as large as New York or
Liverpool-where the largest ships may
ride as freely as in the ocean, for depth of
. water-that it Gives it most imposing,
singular and interesting appearance. j
is hardly broader than some of the widest
streets in London. Our little steamer ell.
bowed its way among the keels, that
thronged it like " The full tide of human
existence" along the slippery pavements
and broad side walks Of Cheapside or
Glasgow's broadway" the swarming
Trongate. II was amusing we remember
to see the ploughed up water roll along
the stone banks, half way up their slopes,
In waves that coiled and convolyed like
the folds Of a Sea Serpent. The walks
were good deal higher than the natural
shores, which were wet and low. They
had filled in behind them with earth, and
made high. wide. level land on either side
which was now covered with old verdue
and planted with stately Irees,--and the
promenader might take his rural evening
walk there, side by side with the winged
commerce Of every quarter Of the globe
the "white sail gliding by the tree
aud the smoky plumage of the steamers
streaming of over among the glorious
woodlands. The gentry Of the city hac
scattered their seats along the borders
with here and there palace of nobility
z We remember one of surprising beauty
whose proprietor John Murray told US a.
we passed it, lay in his grave in foreign
land. He was killed at Paris-sitting il
his hotel-by chance shot, In the thre,
days Revolution: A colossal monumen
standing on a high spot in the neighbor
hood commentaries the event. Slrang,
man we thought, who could leave such
home as that for Paris, or any where else
But there is nothing of home about pala
ces. Home dwells in cottages
We made our way steadily, though
not rapidly down the widening channel
and came to where the bonnie" Vale o
Leven came down upon the Clyde from
Loeb Lomond, and its enclosing noun
tains, which we could descTy in the mistv
distance up the vale. Ali abolitionist
have heard of the Vale of Leven-and re
member its Remonstrance to the women
of America, sent over here some fou
years ago, and uniurled over the heads q
the thousands in Broadway Tabernaclea
an anti-slavcry anniversary. The 400
Scottish women who signed It dwelt in til
vale Of Leven. We saw John Summer
vile, the minister who obtained their sic
natures. What would induce one of on
clergy-with any weight of influence,
to be seen going about for women's sigma
lures to an abolition petitionl Wher
Leven Vale meets the Clyde rises ire
. mendo1s Rock in the cefts of which
lodges the grim old fortress OF Dunbarto
Castle--famous In the history ofSir Will
lam Wallace.
We reached Greenock. which is con
siderable portland landing. went wit
our beloved friends up to the higher part
Of the city, to take glance or two at tn
country, and bid a farewell to the Sconis
hills. 1t was painful to part with them
amid the crowding associations that press
ed upon as. and bitterer still to leave tn
dear, dear friends from whom we wer
thento seperate. But we had no leisur,
for grieving. The steamer waited, an
we gave and received the silent partin,
grip. and went on board. She wake
away from the wharf, and through sut