The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1854-12-27
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w estward, Ho!

lines, From Our Western Correspon'
dent, No. / :" for it is quite likely should
these lines see the light, no number ''2"
will succeed them. To what purpose,
indeed, is note writing, East or West ?
Every body knows there has been ter
rible drouth over the land that there is
" great noise and confusion among the
bankers that many Banks have burst,
and that more soon will. Now what a
walls the repetition Of facts Of this sort,
and others like thom2 Much, sir, very
much. The repetition Of every day facts
makes tt most stunning impression upon
second class minds and, sir. it is the
only way of making due impression
upon such braius. Now most of us, (par.
don the plural form Of the rronoun) be-
ing ouly second class men, and hardly
that, can aspire to nothing more erpand.
Ell than the examination of the first views
of things, and their different positions,
Oh the table of the mind.
Travelling West, sir. is attended &C.
casonally with some little iDconvcn-
fences, though attention to ordinary facts
would much lessen these inconvenience.
4 large inference might be that travel
ling everywhere is attended with con
venience But, sir, that is nothing to
my purpose. | am not speaking Of trav-
clling ercyy,cheyc, but travelling West
+. G., you purchase Ticket in Boston
or Albany, for Chicago, by way of the
Great Western X. II. You are in due
time set down, or put out, as you please,
at the Falls. You hold an omnibus
ticket for Suspension Bridge, and, oi
course, are waiting for the omnibus Nc
omnibus in sight, Growing uncusy.--
= Mr.. Conductor, where are the omni
buses ?" d" Don't be in hurry, Sir
Time enough Cars won't 60 for two
hours. Please step one side. Get of
that track the cars are moving" " But
Sir. when will the omnibus be here l"-
4" As soon as the cars are out Of the
way" Very we'll The traveller waits
till the cars are gone, but no omnibus
comes Snow, rain, mud French, Irish
Scotch, English, Americans, (likc St
many cbirping birds, robins, anl bob'o
lirks0 patent leather, rags, bare feet
crying babies, guns, dogs in chains, um
brcllas, oil cloth-but it is of no use
the omnibus is not hcre-all start oi
foot. Women, children, old men, anc
, tke rest of mankind" (he know
nothings, y are wajing through thu
mud, for the want of attention to the
rudiments Of our philosophy, Cittl;
, things on the par, Of the powers that be
We are at Suspension Bridge. Here il
IA gate partly open. Two or three men
and as many boys, do tho Offices Of thC
. place. Here is a cute Yankee, all til,
| way from Maine, with Suspension
Bridge ticket in his pocket, who il
stopped a; the gate aud told to show hi
ticket. But he don't know" Wha
goud will it do to show R.il RoaC
ticket here 2"-pays quarter, and pass
cs on. When middle way over the Bridge
he looks down upon the river. van
that's deep" " Say, frinl, is them the
Falls over the left ?" Certain" well
they don't look so big" Here we are il
Canada What an eating house. y
Fifty cents meal with ancient chickens
cooked in time past indefinite. and {
smell -. All, excuse the introduc
ton of such a SUbjcct to II close view
1t is said by Madame Rumor, that The
Great Western II. r. is managed ex
clusively by sold country people" and
the same venerable dame declares, there
is not another Railroad in the world Sc
badly managed and one on which so many
lives have been sacrificed in the same
time Mcm, Our " old country peu
pie" have no time table on this road
but run it by tolegraphic dispatches -
The station agent-aftcr ringing hand
bell, and waiting, 5 minutes, 0 seconds
commands the train to move, and Z" she
moves when he Immediately despatch
es BY telegraph, that "she has moved"
Tho Conductor calls for tickets. Here
is n live Yankee from Northern Yer
mont, who lost "hoth ends" of his string
of tickets on the Washington & Rut-
land r. r., aud now turns up minus his
ticket. Ticket, Sir" says the Con
ductor. Meow, mister, tell ycou as
heow I've lost it." What is that to
me Why didn't you give up your
pocketbook ?"
Here we arc in Hamilton. Lively
place. A new road runs cut from this
place some thirty miles-terminus, for
} the present, Gault The dim light in
the car enabled me to read OH the door
of the car
Manufactured
Hamilton, C. W."
Passed over beautiful lands between
the Bridge aud IL. A man from
Maine loses his money and tickot Var
ION. con;octuras ara mt forth by passen.