Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1861-05-10

IIOis Lowe was very httentlNes MI Oulb
and his wife were extremely hospitable.
We owe them many thanks, and hereby
declare our indebtedness.
When they go up-in ballon or other
wise-ws hope to reciprocate.
If we do not, blame the Fates-not US
Our intention surely will be good.
But as to the fscts-the sensations2
The facts we have related.
The sensations we will describe.
The sensations thenl
Well there are none.
We once thought there were; but we have |
tried the thing, and found, with Sir Charles |
in the French comedy, that "theres nothing |
in it." IS
Ordinary people like to declare that ball
loon ascension is grand and sublime.
Perhaps il is to them.
But to one to whom imagination answers
for experience, the best of all things is poor;
happiness is misery: beauty only dimin-
ished deformity.
We had hoped, like the Persian Plutus, to
have sensation.
we udu eApSCJeu, ureduou vi lts
How curious are the Gods
Often marvel we if they are MOTTO EN-.
| ploy the nelegant-entirely "played out"
One goes up in balloon and comes down.
That is all. "Nobody's hurt"-and the
end comes.
Splendid appearance; glory of the sphere;
beauty of the scenery wonder of the earth;
| - IL;
are the stock in trade of the aronauts.
Once, we half believed this florid rhetoric.
Now, we know better.
Bosh, say we. Jove is wiser than the re-
cent born.
~
There is no danger in balloon ascension,
no anxiety, no nervousness, no trepidation.
Wherefore the sensation, then2
One feels as secure as if reposing on his
mistress's bosom.
If lie do not, he is in imminent hazard.
! Indeed, he had better not go up, under the
circumstances.
! Balloons are.true. r-'- ~
II Mistress's bosoms, or those of any other
women-are--
Well, Cotton is Queen.
3
What shall we say of the balloon-trip.
=. Really, we can not talk of it.
/ We experienced nothing, and we never
E had command of language, or play of fancy
We were born stupid, and Nature claims
d us for her own.
q Justly is it said in the CdrtariHe Fleming
n "Child of Nature, learn to unlearn |"
At two miles altitude, the Earth looks
/. concave-not convex-the cities and towns
appear like childrens toy-villages; the hill
like ant. heaps the rivers like streams to b.
H cooped with leaf
= Every. thing seems uniform. The soil be
h low is singularly regular to the vision. Th'
country is garden. The pencil, it woult
n be supposed had marked its surface.
The balloon appears fixed in the atmos
-phere; the earth falling away slowly, wher
n you look down, as you always do.
= Perchance, you see no one, but you hea
every voice, and "Come down to tea "Don'
"a you want supper" "Hurrah for the Union,
a "The Stars and Stripes forever" came up +
us, es we floated over the globe-less miseI
- able from emancipation from our planet.
is The sole mode, by the way, to quit tn
10 Earth, without the prosaic and troublesom
X way of dying, is to ascend in balloon.
"A While we were going up, the crow
,o greeted us warmly.
of They shot at US with pistols, guns, rife
- and muskets; but we did not wish to com
' dor,, and xua did nnt
al What's the use, when you can stay up2
ar Never SO near Heaven before.
~ Never expect to be again.
- We half fancied we heard angels say: "B
ware of newspaper The path that guide
to them leads to any place you may antic
pate.
We tried ballooning as sensation.
1t is a failure.
What is left usl
VT. Two things only.
or- Matrimony and suicide.
o. They are the same, says Eusebius.
Ne We had forgotten that but we have
relish for either, though the latter is pref
able.
There is only one sensation.
And that2
OF Blowing out your brains-if you ha
SSi any.
And that is no sensation. .e.
bio. Hence these great philosophic referene
Every. thing is nothing.
T. Truth is what you hate to believe.
W. .
"A. Despise no man while celibacy endures
And no form of the Destinies, while NJ
ing, rimony is below your thoughts.
'Ost, Ascend in balloon, when you are lov
ry- And you will be worse loved.
But RronAuts go up
Aud Gods with Venus sup.
Rev.
We left Prof. Lowe at six O'Clock in
morning, when he and Mr.. West reascen
Al, in the "Enterprise,p which had been
- chored over night in a convenient holloV
- We returned home in the slowest on
bus we ever saw, with ]. O. Freno-thil
six miles requiring forty hours for acc
airv plishment.
Balloon. ascension the poetry-omni
,.d the vilest prose. This our conclusion is,
host both bore.
act Pardon our pencil, It won't write, and
this never could describe.
Pardon US in that, we freed the reader
the PREss from our journalistic presence
5o1as ao an entire day.
ho Who saws balloons have not their |