Iowa capitol reporter. [volume] (Iowa City, Iowa) 1841-1855, 1847-07-14
The Locomniiye

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Horse Of the railways swift, hard, re.
sistlsss, rushing energy, which is the bes'
type ofthe iron age Of putting and progress
The steam monster, 50 like living crea.
ture, and yet but CHASTITY caricature O
Life, is delineated by Dickens in the latest
number Of Domby 4 Son. Hold fast by
the railing and read:
"Away, with shrek. and roar, and
rattle, burrowing among the dwelling.
Of man. and making the streets hum, fash
ing out into the meadows for moment
mining in thro' the damp earth, beeming
on in darkness and heavy air, bursting
out again into the sunny day so bright and
wide: away with shrek, and roar, and
rattle through the fields, through the
woods, through the corn, through the hay,
through the chalk, through the mould,
through the clay, throug the rock,
among objects close at hand and almost in
the grasp, everything from the traveller,
and deceitful distance ever moving slow
ly with him, like as the track Of the re-
morseless monster, Death! S
Through the hollow, on the height, by
the hearth. by the orchard.b The park, by
the garden, over the canal, across the riv-
er, where the sheep are feeding, where
the mill is going, where the barge is float
ing, where the dead are lying, where the
factory is smoking, where the stream is
running, where the village clusters, where
the great cathedral rises, where the bleak
moor lies and the wild breezes smothes on
rnfhes it at inconsistent will: away, with
shrek, and roar, and rattle, and no
trace left behind but dust and vapor, like
as in track Of the remorseless monster,
Death
Breas'ing the wind and light, the show
er and sunshine, away, and still away, it
rolls and roars fierce and rapid, smooth
and certain, and great works and massive
bridges crossing up above, fall like a beam
Of shadow an inche broad upon the eye
and then are lost. Away, and still away,
onward and onward ever; glimpses Of cot
tages homes, OF houses, mansions, rich
estates, OF usbandry and handcraft, OF PEG.
pie, Of old roads and paths that looked de.
serted. small and Insignificant as they are
left behind; and SO they do, and what else
is there but such glimpse in the track Of
of the indomitable monster, Death!
Away, with a shrek, and roar, and a
rattle, plurging down into the earth again,
and working on in such storm of energy
and perseverance, that amid the darkness
and whirlwind the mutton saens reversed,
and to tend furiously backward, until ray
of light upon the wet wall shows its sur
face flying past like fierce stream
Away once more into the day, and through
the day, with shrill exulta,ion, roaring
ana rafting, tearing on, spurning every
thing with its dark breath, sometimes paus-
ing for minute where crowd of faces
are, that in minute more are not some
times tapping water greedily, and before
the spout at which it drinks has ceased to
drip upon the ground, shrieking, roaring,
rafting in the purple distance!
Louder and louder yet, it shrieks and
cries as it comes tearing resis,less to the
goal; and now its way. still like the way
OF death, is strewn with ashes thickly.-
Everything around is blackened. There
are dark pools Of water, muddy lanes, and
miserable habitations far below. There
are jagged walls and falling houses close
al hand, aud through the battered roofs and
broken windows, wretched rooms are SEEN
where want and fever hide themselves in
many wre1ched shapes, while smoke, and
crowded gables, and distorted chimneys.
and defotmIty of bricks and mortar PEN
ming up deformity of mind and body, choke
the murky distance. And Mr.. Domby
looks out Of his carriage window, it is
never in his thoughts that the monster who
has brought him there has let the light OF
day in on these things, not made or caused
them. 1t was the journeys fitting end of
everything; it was so ruinous and dreary."