The Democratic sentinel and Harrison County farmer. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1851-1852, 1852-09-15
Isee no other effectual remedy for my present
prieyances ....
The Glass Railroad.
There wus a moral in that Dream. -

4AN NAoSS AS0AAAS"0'
"There wes moral in that Dream"
The Milford Bard relates the following
as one of his DIR ans, during fit Of mania
potu. ..-H
at seemd TO me said the bard, "as
though had been sudd .nly aroused from my
slumberS. | looed around and found my
self in the center of a gay and happy
crowd. The first sensOtion | experienced
was that of being borne along with pecu-
liar gentle motion--a soft, gliding motion.
| looked around and found that was in one
of a long train of cars, that were gliding over
a railway. | could see the train far, far a.
head; it was turning a bend in the railway
and seemed to be many miles in length. 1t
was composed of cars. Each Car opening
at the top, was filled with men and women
all happy, all talking, laughing or singing.
The peculiar motion of the cars interested
me. looked over the side, and to my as
tonishment, found the railroad and cars
were made of glass.--The glass wheels mo-
we'd over the glass rails without the least
noise or oscillation. This soft, gliding mo-
ton produced feeling of exquisit happiness.
| was so happy! 1t seemed to me as if every
thing within me was at reSt-l was full Cf
peace. While Twas wondering over the
circumstances, new sight attracted my ga
ze.-All along the road, on either side,
we've laid long lines of collins, one on either
side of the road and every one containing as
corpse. dressed for burial, with It's cold white
face up-turned to the light. The sight filled
me with unutterable horror. yelled with
agony, but could make no sound. The gay
throng around me only redoubled their sing
ing and laughed at the sight of my agony,
and we swept on, gliding with glass wheels
over the glass railroad, every moment com
ing nearer to the bend which formed an an
gle with the road, far, far In the distance"
"Who are those?" | cried at last, point
ing to the dead in their coffins. ..
"These are the persons who made the
trip before us" was the reply of one Of the
gay persons near me. .
"What trip" asked.
'Why, the trip we are now making
the trip in these glass cars, over this CLASSY
railroad" was the answer. .....
Why do they lie along the road, each one
lin his coffin? ... -.,..
l was answered with a whisper and a
halflaugh which froze my blood.
"They were dashed to pieces at the end
'of the railroad" said he whom | addressed
"You know the railroad terminates at an
abyss, that is without bottom or measure.
1t is lined with pointed rocks. AS each car
arrives at the end it preci pilates its passen-
gers into the abyss. They are dashed to
pieces against the rocks, and their bodies a.
brought up here and placed in collins, as a
warning to other passengers; but no one
minds it, we are SO happy on the glass rail
road" lean never describe the horrors
with which these words inspired me.
"What is the name of this railroad" as
ked. The person whom | addressed lepli-
cd, in the same low voice
"Itis the railroad of Habit. 1t is very
easy to get into the cars, but very hard to
get out. For ounce in these cars, every one
| is delighted with the soft gliding motion.
The cars move so gently! Yes, is arailroad
Of Habit, and with glass wheels we are
whirled over the glass railroad to wards the
fathomless abyss. In few moments We'll
be there; and they'll bring our bodies and
put them in coAins rs a warning to others,
but no body will mind it, will they?"
| WAS chokeG with horror. | struggled
for breath-made frantic efforts to leap from
the cars, and in the struy gle awokc.
| knew it was dream, and yet, whenever
think oft, can see long lines of ears, mo-
wing gently over the glass railway. | can
see the cars far a head as they are turning
the bend in road. can see the dead in
their cotlins, clear and distinction either
side of the road, and while the laughter and
singing ofthe gay and happy passengers re-
sounds in my ears, | onl y see those cold fa-
ccs of the dead, with their CLASSY eyes up
lifted AMI their frozen hands upon their
shrouds.'
1t was horrible dream. And the Bard's
changing features and Frightening eye, at
tested the emotion WEIGH had been aroused
by the mere memory of dream.
1t was indeed horrible dream. A long
train of glass cars, gliding over u glass rail
road, freiglfted with youth, beauty and mu-
!! sic, while on either hand are stretched the
victims of yesterday, gliding over the rail
road of Habit, towards the fathomless abyss
j "There was moral in that dream"
Reader are you addicted to any sinful
habit? Break it off, ere you dash agains
the rockSl
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