The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1855-06-19
EASTERN coRREsroN DENCE.
PHILADELPHIA, June Il, 1855.


DEAR JOURNAL:
Here am in this the most beautiful city
of Pennsylvania, where arrived at 5 O'Clock
A. NJ, being seventeen hours from Fits
burgh-the Western, as this is the Eastern,
Emporium of the State. After riding all
night, and, my hands full at that, you may
be sure | am not in the fittest mood for serb
bling; but remember one of the last wishes
heard "let US hear from you,", and SO, TAX
ing you at your word, infict remem-
brance, and, may occasionally renew the
infection when feel in better tune than
now.
And 1rst-about that boat to which was
going when we last met and parted--the
Rainbow. felt while on her, and the whole
company partook of the feeling, that she is
boat of which we people of Evansville may
be proud, and, by all meansj do what they
can to keep her flush with business or
patronage. She is one of the most con-
yenient boats of her size afoat-well and
handsomely built, fast running, and the
employees all obliging and attentive. Capt.
Holcroft, though quiet and retiring, is gentle'
manly and affabe-appears to be always at
his post, and, l should judge, has this inn
portant qualification, that he knows how to
select subordinates to man his boat. Du-
ring my trip / have s at at no table better
furnished than that of the Rainbow, nor been
attended upon by walters that were under
better drill, not even on the packets above
the falls. Perhaps the fine looking mulatto,
Smith, of the Telegraph, could make his
troupe perform better when they choose, but
many of the servants of crack boats have
too much of the do-as-I-please kind of way
to prove themselves agreeable to all pas
sengers. If servants cannot be kindly
obliging in their manners to passengers they
should be dismissed.
But let this drop-I have no complaints
to make, only let the people know that our
boat, the Rainbow, is one we regard with
favor, and, as she is our packet, let US give
her what she merits have no selfish end
to accomplish. have not, as you editors
say, had my hat chalked any where or by
any body since started, though man
offered to do it last night if would let him.
1t was midnight, in the cars, cold and rainy,
and after little pleasant chit chat, he put
his arm socially over my shoulder and his
mouth near my ear, saying "Would'nt you
like to take little drink of right good
brandy" Some of your readers, KNOWN G
my strong tastes, may judge of my horrible
feelings in this hour of peculiar temptation!
But won't confess whether yielded this
a time or not.
On the Telegraph No. 3, upon which we
travelled on last Friday, was a lady in the
deepest affiicton-the mother of the late
James A. Whiting, a surgeon in the U. s.
Navy. Returning together from Pc nsacola.
where she had been spending the winter, he
was taken sick and died on Thursday last
at Louisville. ale was her only son and
she was widow" she found sympathizing
friends but it was desolate hour to her, to
see the only being on earth for whose sake
she lived, thus removed by death. His re-
mains were sent by Express to Norfolk, Va.
to sleep by the side of the husband of her
f youth.
! On reaching Cincinnati we took the Little
, Miami Railroad to Pittsburgh, via Crestline
This is good road, passing through fine
country which was saturated and overflow
ing with rain that had been falling for some
ten days, causing considerable damage anC
washing away small part of the road we
. travelled, though it was soon repaired. The
: crops look fine and the farmers have evil
IDENTIFY planted to the utmost of their abi
ties, so that, with favorable season, un.
; precedented harvests may be anticipated.
!, The towns in Ohio, surprise every one
o who passes through them for the first time
;. by their number, size and beauty. Is it q
a fact that all this State, as we'll as our owl
= State, now threaded and interleced with in
Vulnerable iron channels of crowded com
merce, was, within the memory of living mer
an absolute wilderness! Is it fact, or, is il
false!
Crestline is the point where the Cleve
= land and Pittsburgh roads diverge. 1t is be-
;, lieved that it will grow into an importan
town. Itwants not SO much better accom-
:. modations as better accommodates. "Mint
70 host" and his men1als seem intent on dining
you, but as to every thing else, you are lef
n to look out for yours elf-nobody knows an
thinO and vou arc loft 70 Crono 1our ,ya,