Hillsdale Whig standard. (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1846-1851, 1851-07-01
We copy the following capital description

from MAYHEWs recent Drocnute, ehuhe"
"The Great Exhibition Of 1851"
Manchester at any season Of the year is
perhaps, one Of the peculiar sights that this
country affords.
To see the city ofiactories in all its hustle,
and all its lie, witli'its forests Of tall CHIN
neys, like hugh masts Of brick, with long
black flags Of smoke streaming from their
tops, is TO look upon one Of those scenes oi
a giant industry that England alone can
show. As you pace its busy streets, you
can hear the drone Of thousand steam-en-
eines, humming 10 the ears like hive. As
YOU sit 10 your hone, you feel the floor
tremble with the vast machinery, whirling
on every side.
Here the buildings are monstrous square
masses Of brick, pierced with hundred win
dows, while white wreaths Of ste am puff, lit
fully through their walls. Many narrow
thoroughiare is dark and sunless, with the
tall warehouses that rise up like broken cliffs
on either side. The streets swarm with
carts and railway vans, with drivers perched
high in the air, and 4" lurrys"--some piled
with fat round bags Of wool, others laden
with hard square stonny-looking blocks OF
cotton, and others laden with many lolded
piece of unbeached woven cloth. Green
covered vans, like hugh chests on wheels,
rattle past, the bright zinc plates at their
sides, telling that they are hurrying, with
goods to or from some "cslendar," "dyer,
or "fnisher.'
AT one door stands truck laden with rod
rows Of cotton cylinders, cut deep with pat
terms This basement or kitchen Is trans
formed into the showroom Of some ware
house man, and as you look down the steps
into the subterranean shop, you can see that
ia front of where the kitchen range should
stand, counter extends spread with bright
velveteens, while the place OF the dresser IS
taken up with shelves, filled with snowy
cotton prints. The door posts of every ware
house are inscribed with long catalogues
Of names, like those of the Metropolitan Inns
Of Court; and along the front OF the tall bull
dings, between the different doors. run huge
black boards. guilt with the title oil some
merchant firm.
Along the pavement walk bonnetless wo-
men. with shawls drawn over their heads,
and their haii and clothes spotted with with
white fluffs OF cotton. 10 the pathway, and
at the corners Of the principal streets, stand
groups Of merchants and manuiacturers--all
with their hands 10 their pockets--some
buried in their coai-tsls--others plunged
ut6p INTO tUtf OICCCbtss ohN '"''''S
money-and each busy trafficking with his
neghbor. Beside the curb-stone loiter
bright colored omuibusses, the third horses
with their heads hanging low down, and
their trembling knees bulging forward-and
the drab coated and big buttoned driver loi-
terinp by their side, and ready to convey the
merchants TO their suburban homes.
Go which way you will, the whistle oil
daparfinU railway -tfaID
shrieks shrilly in the ears and at the first OF
morning. a thousand factory bells ring out
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J shades of night fall upon the town, the many
windows Of the huge mills and warehouses
shine like plates Of FURNISHED gold with the
myriads of light within. The streets,
streaming with children going 10 or coming
from their toll. are black with the moving
columns of busy little things. like the paths
| 10 an ants rest.
| Within the factories. the clatter and whirl
Of incalcuabe wheels, stuus and bewllders
| the mind. Here, in long low rooms are Wis
tas Of carding engines, some disgorging
thick sheets of white, soft looking wadding'
and others pouring forth endless duny ropes
OF cotton into tall tin cylinders; while over
head are wheels, with their rims worn bright
and broad black straps descending from
them on every side, with their nuckles run
ming RAPIDLY round, and making the stran-
ger shrink as he passes between them. va
the floors above aie mules after mules, WIN
long lines of white cops, twirliog so fast tina
their forms are all. blurred together; while
the bare footed artisan between, draws out
the slender threads as from tho bowels OF
thousand spiders. Then, too, there are
floors crowded with looms all at work, Tram
ming like an army, and busy weaving the
shirts and gowns Of the entire world, and ma
king the Stranger wonder how, with tht
mvTiads of bales of cotton that are here spur
and with the myrads of yards Of cotton tha
are here woven, there can be one bare back
to be found among the whole human family