Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1851-06-23
[PROPRIETORS.

ter me one. nave The 'outsidcs. i am
laughed at, and ironically complimcutcd
I'VE arrive after long hours Of heated
riding, ard ars greeted BY the prolctary
again. Ragged. With naked feet, brown
with the sun, breathless and haggard. ho
runs by our carriage, and sainiy implorcs
charity. offering his list of the race, his
Dorlincorrccar,le.' Hismisery is dcridcd,
and we pass him, without an emotion Of
pity, without word of brotherhood; we
are in our Carriage he is in the DUST
Bes, aftcrhim (ecla -Joasse--ie and pass on,
young lords!
"And now we are on the course!
"What a sccnel
"Itis the green and smoothc turf which
gives its name to the sports Of the course,
and which has been adopted also among
ourselves---us, who are so slow to adopt
anything, save a great idea. Myrads OF
the proletarics are there, who have toiled
hither on Observation-Disclosures and
dirty--to forget their wretchedncss for a
moment, in the maddening excitement Of
the race. aud to ENJOY full meal, for once,
out of the scraps which they will beg round
the lunch of the lord And to-day they
will not be spurncd from his table. They
will receive fragments OF fafe--thcy will
taste meat for oncc--chlckcn cvcn---and
perhaps wincl Happy prolctaries!
The crowd OF aristocratic carriages
likeourown isdensc. They cover the Hill.
With difficulty one penctratcs the crowd.
But misery Units rags with its wrctchcd chill
dren on its back, in its hand, at its heels,
drags itself through the press. and rcars its
mcnacing front and baggard eyes to the
door Of the coach, and struggles for the
disdainful aims Of the biasc 'gcntlemans."
whose spleen is for moment diverted by
the sight Of real lmngcr--of the languid
Mss who would pity, If her stern Mann
ma, and her impassive Papa, inhs starch
cd Stocks were not there TO chill the fra
ternity that ever struggles in the heart of
woman--though born in palace, and
reared in all the luxury Of the super
fuous. Blu, divcrge from my compan-
ions, from the race.
"Saddcncd by the utter forgctfalncss
around me Of the tyranny under which this
land of England is grooming, have left my
| noisy companions and reached the outskirts
Of the crowd.
"Yart! have received thick baton
between my legs! / see crowd Of Bohe-
mians-fcrce--wild--noisy (criards =
armed viii, formidable clubs-who shout
and menaccme! Do,hey seek my money!
"No-it is game of the islandcrs.-
They are playing at their 'nock-hemdown.
What is this man, with small table, on
which are placed three thirnblcs and q ball
like grain Of leadl How rapid his dis
coursei how speaking his gestures! Yes,
the man of the people is eloquent. Helm
vites me to play at his game. An obliging
bystnnder cx plains il to me, and slyly lift
ing one Of the thimbles, gives me glimpse
Of the ball. bet. Pan-I am done (en-
tonceJ. The ball is gone. 1t is an un-
worthy jugglery (escarmofage)--but am
foreigner Frcnchman-and there is no
sympathy for me, in this crowd-this
crowd Of my bre,hren-ior the people arc
my brothers.
"Hark That cry! That movement Of
the crowd! 1t is the race. Let me rcgdin
my carriage. Impossible! ! cannot re-
cognise my companions. There are so
many carriages-all with arms (armorie),
all magnifcent-so many young gentle
mens'-lkc the lords whom have left
Hold! It's my Mentor, wHS has sought
me out, and now invites me to the lunch
of 'nobs, as he tells me. Nobs is also q
young lord, and his friends are Of the same
class. But can these laughing. gay, and
thoughtless beings, be the cold, calcula-
ting, and repulsivc men l nm accustomed
TO see on the beuclies OF the Chamber pl
Peers, or the footways (ttottioirs) of Re
gent Street, in the conltsse Of St Jamcsl
"Thcy have won and lostimmcnsc sums.
Winners and losers are all alike gay---for
to lose or to win. alike dispcls the spleen
under which they suffer.
They press upon me iced champa ene,
the water Of soda, and " inc of Maderia.--
All Is at my service; iroln The salad and
pate of pigeons. to the onscquious lacqucy
who offers me drink. Why should not
fratcrnisc with you also. young lordsl---
You, too, arc my brothers. Icarry toast
to the Union Of all Nations. 1t is recciv-
cd with loud acclamatiops--n the less
because its import (porfte)is is unperccivcd.
"Trind oons! We drink 'healths' to
each o'.ner. The prolctary at our carri-
age 'ioor, who is picking UP the empty bot
ties, and eating the scraps which fall from
our hands, he drinks, too. We are very Joy
Gus. Hark! another cry--anotber move
mcnt--anotber race. All! balli
"What is the race to the overhowing of
the heart (cpaachement de coay) which fol-
lows the encounter Of kindred spirits, with
d'Ai Mousseux to water (arr0se,') the shoots
Of sympathy, which intercourse with the
stranger ever causes to spring up in the
breast Of the Frenchmaiil
Broken with emotion, | begin to trace
these notes heavily and with inJisiinctncss
Let me reflect. How the carriages in
crease in numbers! The toasts are carried
more and more frequently.
have iinprovised disccdrsc which
has been vociferously appIauded tbray,na-
ment roce). 1havc spoken, tllirik, Of the
future ofthc world
| will now regain my competitions
No. | will still record my th,otions.
How beautiful how sublime spectacle
does people prcsen, IN its few nome ATS
Of social enjoyrncnt-whcn rich apo. poor
the milioRairt and the prol, .aryr,bc
lord and the @oikman-mcr,. On he com.
mon ground, as in this Course Of Derby.
| feel myself taken wtih a vertigo a, the
thought.
"Oh' noble ct sublime peuple Anglais!--
Ofi' M patrie. Quand to reverrais .je!--
u vcrte poloIs--tcs Heurs--tcs lilas--
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