The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1847-10-23

In SlkAtb~.
On S'ccmcr "Fmoncicr,' hyiog al Pinsburg.
Sept. 20, Al.
DEAR "WuIG.'-
Can't help scribbling
a scratch to YOU, old iriend-It | didn't
k"or better, would think | was born pen in
hand, l make such copi'h fist at smol
hand Quit that, 'dcm.' Yes.
Well, suffer me to remind the travel
ling portion of our readers, that instead
Of coming to Wheeling, for fhe south, or
West, if they will come ri Cumberland
to Brownsville, they reduce the staging
(the most rksome part OF the routc) from
13l miles, to IS. This, think, is a
desideratum. From B. to this dark ,oaI
hole, Ton a large scalc,) you descend the
handsome, clifly-banked Monongahela,
sixty six miles, by slack-watcr naviga-
ton; that is, where dams aud locks are in
requisiton. The river flows S. w. Of
this city; and its junction with the bcau-
tiful Allegheny, which comes down on
its \. E. front, forms the head of the
much used Ohio river, SO much abused
by John Randol phi, in Congress. Over
the Monongahela here, there is fine
bridge ofseveral hundred feet in length
supported by huge stone piers and abut-
ments, and the long spans are 1rire suvng
besides. 1t conncCtS with this mo'h"t of
American manufacturing cities, the two
small, manufacturing, fussy, smoky
towns, opposite, viz: Birmingham and
h., ,,f =, ,,,
turning Iathes and smelling furnaces, the
clank of hammers, sc. may be heard, in
the mornings early calm. like the con-
fused noises Of VuIcan'S tabled subterra-
mean abode, where thundcrbolts were
manufactured to order, by contract, for
Jupiter, the father Of the gods. A re-
markable blacksmith was that Vulcan.
Wonder if he was up to making No. s
ca mbric needle!
Across the Allegheny, Just here, to Al
leghany, city, there are no less than three
fine, long bridges, besides the aqueduct
of the Pennsylvania Canal. (:'Great
country this we live in-fine for women"
ond bridges.) This h'jnj'p OF bridges 1or
they are so near each othor as 10 be al
most trim jUncfo IN ono) must have cost
ropcs and HHns Of Loco Foco rag money,
and figures out some idea of the ron
States capacious iron hcJ. Rich, rich,
Ginger what a fortune she is, the old
gall
Bv the time we cot TO FloStburg on
| the mountains. eleven miles west OF Cum
berland, il was so late at night, that when
we sat down to the luxury ola good warm
supper, my appetite was so inveterateIy
bent on making up for having been held
sin check so long, that | calculate the
walters thought ] was swha'c,' when ii
came to eho1pooning' that beefstealle, with
an old two-prongcd iron fork,-'cufiina
up those hot rolls and those butter,-and
si,ying up that good fat coffee. well
| qrue, ho$s.'
While passing over those continuous
perpetual, towering mountains, the Al
| leghanies, my unpractised eye reached
forward in vain: and so to the right anC
left-thcn turning my ravished gaze from
their SUBMITS yelled in azure, to scenes
far, far below, in the grand panorama
where white, neccy clouds hung round
their immense bases, like spotless ermine
around the skirt of some beautiful fe.
males robe, the view was eXqulsitely
transporting. Thoughts of the hidden
treasures that he concealed beneath those
vast mountain folds, could not be. shut
out entirely from the minds eye,-Beau'
tv is not to me ga bauble, virtue toy
and grandeur a playthine." And wher
l look upon such ineflable grandeur,
!, am ':lost in wonder, love and praise" to