The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1855-09-06
Correspondence Of the Dispatch.
Trip to Baltimore The Potomac Mt. Yernon :
Haaocer, &c.
BALTIMORE, Sept. 81

f DALTIMoRB Sept. oi
Here am safe and sound, at the Fountain Ho,
tel" 10 this fart city. left Richmond this morn
Ing about l.2 O'Clock and soon beiog whiried
along by the R. g. F. cars, we arrived at Slash
Cottaae; there was nothing here particularly in-
terestDg, or In any manner striking to the eye so
We soon passed on, and in the course of human
events, arrived at the broadly rolling Potomac
You may we'll imag Inc our feelings a. we Left
the warm, oueiy cars and walked In freedom upon
the deck OF the noble Baltimore" rapidly plough-
log ns way through the waves, lookiog 30 deeply,
darby, desperately blue. The fresh breeze were
waiting the fading sweets of Virginias flowers and
the waves were gently breaking pom the shores OF
old virginia, which contained rly all that 10
dear to me on earth and each wave rippling against
the boat, seemed to sing me q long farewell. Me-
ianchoiy and objected, sought the upper deck and
htre watched the shores on either side, spread out
ike vast and beautiful paporamas until the 90 emn
tollng OF the bell bid me turn my eyes the baow
ed soil that hides the dldered form OF our own be-
loved Washington. Yes there he sleeps, all quietly,
alone, amid the sweet scenes of his own Mount
Vernon.
The Willows moan sadly above him, and each
steamboat bell echoes the solemn sound that first
gave the sad Intelligence of bis departure. gazed
on these old scenes, hal!owed by the dearest
Citations that ever graced the page of history, uuti
they dimly faded away in the distance and then
turning around Seheld the capitol of this great
and mighty Union rearing itself In colossal gran
deur to the skies Yes, this 10 q mighty country of
ours. and 1t has capitol that is not unworthy of It's
name. No turrets. nor towers may mark II as
palace but the white marble of purity, plain and
unado ned, save with its simplicity, 10 grand
enough TO echo back the voices of those who have
gone to the spirit land, bearing each monument
erected In the paradise of memory. | could bat
wish, as rode by 10 the old omnibus, that could
stop for awhile and behold the msjestic form of
our own loved Clay, breas.ing the pillows of dis
union as they rolled around him there Ia other
years, and Ike our Saviour. stretching forth his
nsnos ana saying TO the angry waters, peace be
sun !" But my reveris was soon broken by our ar.
rival at the cars, and at the rate of twenty five
miles an hour We were whifled slung to Baltimore,
and here now to the music of rapid raindrops am
scribbling you q line | found the corn crops
all along my way very fine indeed. Even old
Hanover, celebrated for the birth place Of big men
and black eyed peas, mas determined to retrieve
her character she held during the last century, and
has awakened from her Rip Van Wrinkles leep
lind the Fountain very fine hotel indeed, the
servants all courteous aud obligng, and the fare
very tine. We leave for Philadelphia at 10 A. NJ
So farewell until arrive In the old Quaker city,
Nothing new In Baltimore but dull as usual so
hear. Yours, &C., H.