Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1858-1860, 1858-10-21

the railway station, where / joined my ira
yelling companions and we were soon speed
ing Cd our way to New Haven. Arriving at
New Haven we Immediately went on board
the Dieppe Boat and in less than an hours
time were
- CROSSING THE CHANNEL.
The passengers comprised mixture of all
classes, sexes and nations, accompanied with
lap-dogs and telescopes, and collected in pic
turesque- groupes abaft the cabin tunnels
The passage WAS everything we could have
wished 1.-THE sea TRANQUILITY smooth--the
atmosphere balmy and soft. 1t was a beauti-
full moonlight night and long after my CON-
panions had retired to their state rooms,
remained on deck to enjoy the evening breeze
and to watch the course of tie mysterious
comet dashing through immsensity of space
millions miles away. OH for the pri-
viIege of comet, to visit all foreign coun-
tries without a passport! / allowed my
aerial fancies to float away in sea of reverie;
imagined that / was some exiIed Childe
Harolde, and awoke chanting to music of
my own original composition, those well
known lines
"whh thee my barque III swiftly go
Athwart the foaming brine,
Nor what land thou bear'st me to
So again TO miner'
1t was growing chilly and l went below.
Pike was not yet asleep. A peculiar noise
in his throat, similar to the dropping of a
stone in well, indicted that something in
digestible. weighed heavily upon his con-
science.
''Are you sea-sick Pike?'' inquired.
mot much (hic) yet" he replied disgorg-
ing his supper into the cabin floor.
Strange inconsistency! thought I, as
turned in for a nap. But Pike always was
queer fish.
awOke as we were entering the beautiful
little harbor of Dieppe. After landing we
were marshalled up to the Custom-HOuse
like so many sheep, and after fulfilling the
requirements of that Cerberus to travellers
le DOuane-we turned out on the g,tai for a
stroll. There was in our party an amusing
member who is deserving of honorable men
ton in this romantic history. 1t was no less
person them Cork magistrate-a "rale
ould Irish Gintlemen," possessing to the full,
that characteristic of his conference.-the
innocence of an unborn babe. His name
was Mr.. Bailey, or, as French acquaintance
humorously denominated him, ''OLe BdiLey
1chich come ont Of Ne,cgde.r For convenience
sake we shall dub him Squire Bailey.
We spent two hours in Dieppe and reached
the railway station just in time to get a seat.
A great many passengers were going by that
train to Paris. Our party-Quacklebum
Bailey. Pike and got out at Rowen, about
IL o'clock that night. The moon shOne out
magnifcently we walked up into the old
town, and at that late hour such perfect
silence regned throughout, that our footsteps
on the stone pavement gave back an echoing
sound from the archways and courts along
the street like reverberating decorations in a
subterrancan cavern. We sojOurned that
night at the Hotel d Albion. and the next
morning fortified ourselves with a comforta-
bic breakfast preparatory to accomplishing
A DAY IN RoUEN.
Faith, it may well be called Rouen."
the streets, 'for be me so,cl It's all ruin! THAT
was truthful pun-though "Old Bailey"
made it. We first visited that memorable
old Gothic Ediice-the PaLdis de Justice,
where Joan d. Arc, abandoned by the French
was condemned by the English for Soreery,
and then we turned into the Place de la
PueeIle, where afterwards she was burnt. An
IL IL. I'll L..
stands now upon the very spot, from which
flows little jet of limpid water which sup
plies the residents IN that vicinity. We
quenched our thirst at the little fountain and
shaped our course towards the Cathedral,
Notre Dune Gould we tell me what she was
made of-that Joan of Arc?" asked Mr.. Barley,
as we moved away from the spot.
Flesh and blood. of course" some one
replied.
''There We are wrong indade now; she was
Mad of Orleans.'
In the choir floor of the Cathedral we were
shown the stone beneath which Occur de
Lions heart was deposited--his dying request
of love to Normandy. We next walked to
the top of St. Katherine Mountain which COM
mands picturesque view of the beautiful
river Seine and the ancient city of Rouen.
While on the top of this mountain we visited
the new Cathedral, the Interior of which pre-
sents spectacle of gorgeousness and splen-
dor which is unequalled in the world. A
magnificent organ has been erected in this
Cathedral at a cost of As 900 francs. When
we entered the building, a celebrated organist
was performing on the grand instrument, and
the delicious strains of music which proceed
ed from il, surpassed anything of the kind
had ever heard.
"Rouen is memorable old place." | said
to the Squire; memorable as the death-place
of William the Conqueror, and the birthplace
of Corneille, the father Of French Tragedy
but we must descend from the sublime to the
ridiculous-we will go to dinner"
"Sere yon wouldn't call that ridiculous
a,ing your dinner. replied the Squire, opening
his eyes their widest capacity and COMPRISING
his lips in the smallest compass possible.
''Faites Uite, Ia cloche s0,s'e old Bailey" Il
talk French nowl-I can say to the fashion
able coekney | may accidently jostle in the
street as l said to the little French cur upon
whose toes tread at Dieppe-
monsieur lie Puppy Dog pardonnez moi?"
STEER KEN.
RoUFN, Sept. 2lst, 1853.
6fss We have already stated that the Adj