The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1861-08-21
The FOgs Of london,

! uoh 'oS uds ioitcu 10 COuFey any lu0d OF us
true and ojious nature. II gets into your
throat ii gets into your eyes; it is down in
the cellar; it is up in the garet; if you
shut the door, it comes shivering and CO.
o.o-otd through The window. and if you
shut the window, it comes yellow and smo
ky down fhe chimney. You can't get il
out ] remember, when speaking, one day
in 1883, in Exter Hall, all OF sudden the
fog came in, and before twenty minutes
from the time we first saw it, could not see
The people in The gallery; and they said ii
was queer sensation TO hear somebody
speaking somewhere but 10 see him no.
where. have seen il standing, just like
wall, in The middle OF The street, all bright
ness upon one side and thick fog upon the
other have known the gas to be lighted
up in one part of the city, while in another
The people were congratulaliGg themselves
on the beautiful day!
Upon ioggy morning You wake late,
and you think it is early. 1t is cold, dirty,
damp and dreary. The streets are very
quiet, for the fog is a poor conductor of
sound. You get up, and everything goes
wrong. You attemp: 10 wash your hands
and away goes the soap under the table
You undertake TO shave, and you can't get
up aiher, and when you try your razor
you feel as Sheridan did when he said 10
his son;--'Iom, if you open oysters with
my razor any more l kill YOU'D / have
read oG ho L.
elephant and chucked through barn door
and, said he, 4 went all ends Eastward =
And so you find, on fogey morning things
ge all ends fustward.' The servants are
behindhand the eggs are half boiled
You look oui Of the window, and the fog
seems 10 get thicker. The best thing ,ou
can do is 10 close The shutters and light the
gas
Then if your business calls you 10 town
don't go in buss go aioot Everybody
has cold, csagreeable look-the cheeks
are lilly, the eyes rosy, the nose ditto and
running. You proceed and find everything
in danger. Cabs run into each other; ON
ni5uses drivers shout TO one another in Ian
guage not the most polite, and chaos seems
10 have come again. Your Office is dingy
and dark. You light your gas, and are re-
minded of Timoty fiicomb's description OF
sasm and the sooner you take yourself TO
!ae bosom of your af1ectionate famy-if
you have got one-ihe better. But how
will you get there The the steamers have
stopped running there is no cab 10 be
found il is like wading through iumina.
ted bean soup: and how will you find your
way! ! have gone oul in a fog for curiosi-
ty and fun, knowing every street around,
and in two or three squares have lost N.Y.
self. have seen the Jog so thick that haa
TO scuf with my feet TO find the curbstone.
Get under lamp post and You can see no
light-only glory As you go home, the
mshaps of the morning are repeated on an
exaggerated scale. Then comes around
you The boys with links or torches, crying
"a penny light and il you won't give
them a penny they will SINCE your trousers
for you. And when at last you get home,
you have liue desire 10 venture out again
in London fog.
II is said that the London fog is caused
by the granite PARTICLES of dust arising from
the traffic On the streets and the million bi-
luminous coal fires, the smoky matter OF
which mingles with the vapor from the
river, and when the barometer falls it comes
down upon the city. When the barometer
tises, il will ascend and perhaps wholly
disappear. But these fogs never rise more
than two or three hundred feet They come
principally in November, and are seldom
seen afIer February. They tell US some>
times that the SUI never shines in London
but ii does. 1t shines gloriously, shines
brightly: and gay equipages, filled with
beautiful women, visi; Regent street and the
Strand while scores of we'll dressed persons
are 10 be seen in the streets. IT finds lis
way into the hooks and corners, and cheers
the stray plant of the needlewoman win
dow and the sparrow gives an extra churp.
Old Blucher said What city to plunderl'
and, upon sunshiny day, you say SO 100
= Coughs Lectures.
'ENJoYIEG LFE.'-I must pity that young
man, who, with little finery of dress and
recklessness of manner, with his coarse
passions all dagueorrotyped upon his face,
goes whoopiug through the streets, driving
an animal much nobler in its conduct
than himself, orswaggers into some haunt
of shame, and calls it enjoying llfep He
thinks he is astonishing the world; and he
is astonishing the thinking part of it, who
are astonished that he is not astonished at
himself. For look at that compound of flesh