Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1854-06-23
THE GLASS RAILROAD.
BIZ GEORGE LIPPARD,

"TheTe was Moral IN that Dream.
The milford Bard" during one of his
fits of mama potJI said
at seemed to me as though had been
suddenly aroused from my slumbers. |
looked around and found myself in the
centre of gayscrowd. The first sensa-
ton | experienced was that ofbeing borne
along with peculiar gentle motion. i
looked around and found that | was in a
long train Of cars, which were gliding over
railway, and seemed to be many miles
in length. 1t was composed OF many
cars. Every car, open at the top, Vas
filled with many men and women, all gai-
" dressed all happy, all laughing, talking
and singing. The peculiar gentle motion
of the cars interested me. There was no
grating such as we hear on railroad.
They moved on without the least jar or
sound This, | say, interested me. J
looked over the side, and to my aetonish-
ment. found the railroad and cars made
of glass. The glass wheels moved over
the glass rails without the least noise or
oscilation. The motion produced feel
ing of exquisite happiness. was happy!
1t seemed as if every thing was at rest
within was full Of peace.
While | was wondering over this cir
cumstance a new sight attracted my gaze,
All along the road, ON either side, within
a foot of the track. were laid long lines OF
collins, on either side of the railroad, and
every one contained a corpse, dressed for
burial, and its cold white face turned mp
ward to the light. The sight filled me
with horror; yelled in agony, but could
make no sound. The gay throng who
were around me only redoubled then
singing and laughter at the sight OF my
agony, and we swept on, gliding with
glass wheels over the glass railroad CIV
cry moment coming nearer to the bend
of the road, far, far in the distance.
who are thosep cried at last. point
ing to the dead in their collins,
These are the persons who made the
trip before us, was the reply OF one OF
the gayest persons near me.
'What trip? | asked.
why, the trip we are now making
The trip on this glass railway was the
answer.
Why do they lie along the road, eacl
one in his coiiinp was answered witt
whisper and Il half laugh which frozC
my blood.
They were dashed to death at the enc
OF the railroad, said the person whom
addressed.
You know the railroad terminates al
an abyss which is without bottom Oh
measure. 1t is lined with pointed rocks
As each car arrives at the end, 1t precip
ltates its passengers into the abyss. They
are dashed to pieces against the rocks
and their bodies are brought here ant
placed in the collins as Il warning to 9th
er passengers, but no one minds It, w
are SO happy ON the glass railroad
Il can never describe the horror will
which these words inspired me-
w hat is the name Of this glass rail
road? | asked.
The person whom ! addressed replie'
in the same strain:
1t is very easy to get into the cars, BIZ
very hard 10 get out. For once in thoS,
cars, every body is delighted with tn,
| $ If. gliding motion. The cars move 50
gently! Yes this is a railroad of HABIT
and with glass wheels we are wLirle.
Overa glass railroad to iathomlcSs abyss
| Ina Announcements wen be there and they |
bring our bodies and put them i'll cotiin'
as warning to others, but nobody vii
mind it, will they?
was chokcd with horror. | strug
glcd to- breathe. and mad" frantic effort,
to leap from the cars, and in the struggle
aWokc. knew it was only adream, an,
vet whenever | think of it can see thai
| long train OF cars move gently over The
4. lass railroad. J can see cars far ahead
as they are turning the bend ofthe road
| can see the dead III their collins, clcal
and distinction either side of the road
while the laughing and singing Of The
gay and happy passengers resound III my
ears | only see these cold faces Of the
dead, with their CLASSY eyes uphited. anC
their frozen hand, upon their shrouds.
1t was horrible DREAM
And the bard's changing features and
frightening eve attcsted the emotion
which had lcen aroused by the very
memory Of the dream,
1t was, indeed, horrible dream. A
long train Of glass cars. gliding over u
glass railway freighted with youth, beau
ty end music, while on either hand arc
stretched the victims of yestcrday-gli-
ding over the railway of habit towards
the fathomless abyss"
'There was a moral in that dream"
Reader are ven addicted to any sinful
habit? Break i. oil ere you dash against