The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-12-24
Anti-DHckenS.

The production has made its appearance
in the shape of a Yankee Notion extra,
and is entitled English Notes for very
general circulation, by QuarleS Quickens,
Esquire" The dedication is Il Ia Boz,
and the narrative opens as fellows:
"It was with very plcasurable sensa-
tons that awoke on the morning of the
third Of January, eighteen hundred forty
two; and having succeeded by degrees in
making out the different objects in the
room, one by one-an indefinite number
of bed posts, BY some unaccountabc CO.
hcsive attraction, be coming resolved into
two-lhe canopy over head Of living SER
penis, ccasclessly twinipg, crnkling, and
swelling, assuming upon the ground of
chintz bed curtain, the shapes and colors
of greater number of robins than wtre
ever seen together before, each perched
upon twig, and picking at cherry
which it never succeeds Ill reaching; the
elin shadows lifting about, like dolphins
with wings and OWLS eyes, Sinking away
through the crevices OF the doors and up
the chimney, until at last, having satisfied
myself that ] was QmiS QWckynS,
Esquire, and that the lady rcposng be,
side me, in a gentle ana und;s;urbed
sleep, was Mrs. Quickens, | forthwith
rose, Weakened Mrs. Q. when we together
proceeded to discharge those last duties
which remained before leaving home
and among them, that of leave taking was
the saddcst and most disagreeablc Of them
ALL"
Edwards the close Of the dav, we
found ourselves on board Her Majesty'x
steam packet, the Britannia-twelve hun
dred tons burthen per register, bound for
Liverpool, and carrying Her Majcsty's
Mails"
Here follow number of incidents of
sea-vovage, with sundry ludicrous dcs-
criptions of the ships company, method
of killing time, &c, until the arrival Of
Her Maesty's steamer Britannia abreast
Of Liverpool.
"Well," this is England | involnntali-
| " said to myself-Eng land! the home Of
my ancestols-the birthplace Of mighty
kings, warriors, statesmen, historians, and
poets-lhe seat of learning and the arts
the great central market of the world
The mistress of nations-lhe queen of the
ocean-ard don't know how much
more said to myself, all pretty much to
the same effect"
"On the morning after my arrival, !
wal Eed ont in The streets of this city, ia
nous as the great shipping port Of Eng
and. They are mostly very narrow, bad
~ paved, and dirty, a"d present Il most
disgusting appearance to The eye Of al \
merriam, accustomed 20 the beauty and
c eanliness of American cities. The
dwelling houses and stores show indica-
tons Of age, and are constructed to suit a
variety Of tastes. They are generally
massive, heavy structures, and appear to
be furnished without much prelenson to
tase.n
The writer introduces a very pathetic
sketch of Liverpool beggar, Of which
there is no scarcity, and the wretched ho-
wells in which they drag out miserable
existence.
sour time being limited by the desire
we had to get forward to London as soon
as possible Monday morning was fixed
for our departure"
SNOW, an English railway car is ono
Of tue mos. dirty, foolish and unchristain
conveyances that ever disgracCd any civil
lizcd age or country; instead of being
large, opeu, and airy,as are ours, it is III
fact, but a long succession Of Yankee
stage coaches, q mean the first class o.
pening at the side, the interior space dvi-
ded by partitions with lille cells, where
IN, when you have thrust yourself into
its seclusion, you feel very much like a
convict in one of our State prisons, ouly
not half as comfortable"
The following is specimen of English
society and intelligence, which Mr. Quick
ems fell in with by the way:
"NIrs Brown, my dear, this is Mr Quick
ems of America, in the United States. Mr.
]Quickcns, Mrs. Brown.
! lmade use OF my best compliments
was very happy to make Mrs. Browns
acquaintance. She was the first English
lady to whom had forml Introduction,
had heard the beauty of English ladies
highly extolled, was rejoiced to find in
Mrs Brown confirmation of all that had
been said in their praise, and to this ! ad-
ded few bows and scra pes.
"Lor me, Mr.. Quickens, you Americans
are not as barbarous as | thought you
were. What tribe do you belong to?"
"Tribe. madam, tribe am not q
Jew"
"Well, but you're an Indian amt you?'
san Indian, madam, what can you
mean2"
"IIe looks very white. declare. Blu
Jockey, (that's the Brown you old me
that all Americans were Indians"
now began to breath little irec'r.-
Gracious heavens, to be taken for Jew
| ,nI ,, Indian - pLJoJo Inb;1 [I,n,t