The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1856-08-14
COrresPOn dence.
ROCKY MOUNT, N. c., Aug. 8, 1856.

say ouSnI neW UT startiinS nor 90
expect to entertain your readers with
anything Fright smart,"yet 81 reckon"
that if | cannot amuse others, shall at
least manage to drive off the blues by
my occasional correspondence.
In these days of lightning and steam,
how rapid the transition from one scene,
or phase of life, to other totally opposite
ones How can realize that hundreds
of miles stretch their weary length be-
tween me and all my heart holds dear
all the familiar scenes of former life,
and all the friends that have made that
life happy one /! Yet Carolina is not
Rhode Island, and if the journey were
not enough to convince me Of the fact,
my present surroundings effectually
speak it to my mind. My journey,
though short (as regards timc), furnish
ed abundant food for revery, amusement
and speculation. Some of the moment
airy views snatched from Car and cabin
windows were delightful. Such was the
scenery unfolded to the siglt in passing
between Staten Island and the Jersey
shore, presenting a lovely panorama of
rich residences, finely cultivated lands,
fishing boats, pleasure yachts, &C., with
now and then group Of darkly outlined
masts, or perhaps a towering splre Or
two and all fair and glorious in the
early morning sunlight.
We were whirled through New Jersey
at most rapid rate. Out of Amboy-
past a dismal settlement Of little red
Irish butts, all built after the same model,
standing side by side, in one continued
row, without the least bit of shade or
shrubbcry of any description to relieve
their ugliness - over sandy plains
verdant meadows threw thin patches
of woodland, between whose opening
boughs are visible occasional glimpses
of the distant sea, dotted with snowy
sails. Now the forest scene changes to
dismal pine woods, to beauteous " clear
Iings," covered with fascinating stumps,
shrub oaks, and piles of newly cut tim
Der. Now we dash upceremoniously
through sleepy country village, start
ling the drowsy cows by the roadside,
with the ugly barking of our iron dog
again, through unpromising farming
districts, and on-on towards our jour-
news end perhaps n de-, tctio,,. For,
w.-..l :. 90 .... :.Iomept the
th-angel is lowering over the iron
track A rotten .timhev--a broken
rail, a stone, fallen from the overhang.
ing bank-a single weak bolt, or mis-
f placed shaft in that terrible enginery
were enough at any moment to invoke
the sleeping ire of the dark messenger
One should be fully aLle to /" read his
title clear" or to plunge himself deep
in idiotic inscnsibility, if he would trave
now with uuconcerned, care-free spirit
But journeys are every day affairs
and | fear any farther mott ce of mine
would prove tiresome. l must, however
tax your patience while / speak of one
thing more concerning it. In passing
down the Potomac I was anxious to see
Mount Vernon, the resting place OF oul
immortal countryman. | inquired o
all the ladies in the cabin where aDu
/ when it was to be seen, but the only
answer | could extract was an indolent,
Indifferent, 81 don't know, indeed,
ma'am." | found that | was in a
southern and a lazy land. I gazed out
Of the cabin windows till twilight faded
into darkness, and the chill night breeze
reminded me of coughs and colds and
like unpleasant affairs; then turned
with a sigh to obey the summons to sup
per, which latter, at least, the ladies
knew well how to appreciate.
Now, Mr.. Editor, l wish you would
be kind enough to make your devil
study his proof-shcet more and make
his errors, or somebody's, fewer and |
too will strive if possible, to render my
hieroglyphics palmer; for l noticed in
my last two communications several
errors in the spelling, be the fault whose