The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1862-08-09
Fer The Cccil Whis
Summer Letters. No. 1.

August md. 1862.
OF to the North, Az far IA Philadelphia
OH Thursday. Friday morning up at four
o'clock, breakfast at five. at six cross the
Delaware to Camden, and then, in the early
morning. away through New Jersey to South
Amboy. the railroad lined with market gar
dcn$, where are all kinds of fruit. with
vegetables in every stage of growth. from
full grown flat Dutch cabbage, big rs a half
hushel measure. to corn just peeping from
the ground, which will make roasting ears
in November, and mixed among all these,
everywhere. the everlasting, ubiquitous
Lcrscv sweet potato The other results of
emancipation in New Jersey, which are all
Mrs. lamar Davis can see. viz: the faded.
overworked. broken down women. did not
observe, though the female occupants of
many II neat, comfortable farmhouse stood
booking at us as We whirlcd along. 4 ques.
ton that will press itself upon :. Maryland
ers mind rs he passes through New Jersey
is, if emancipation has made these barren
sands to bio ssoni hs the rose. what would it
,lo for the naturally fertile Leans of our own
State? Will we ever solve it? Let us wait
and see.
A delightful ride Of twenty-six miles of
stcamboat-whlch makes me think of home
as sec the name of IloIlingsworth, of vii.
mington, on the enginc--brin:.s Us past the
IhIleTS anu NaSlIt ''tFNtH, willy outt
Jenny Lind sang but which Is now an
IMMIGRANT depot, to that roaring. crowded
Sodom yclcpt New. York 4 hundred hack.
men calling carriage. sir ?'--to which all
who have the sense and can in amy way dis.
rense with this mode of conveyance will
certainly, as | did, say - No!"-diStract
YOUR ear, but never impede your path. for
fear of that Godsend to the countryman,
who finds himself here. the Metropolitan
policeman. Fifty carts and drays and hacks
and omnibusseS and everything which has
wheels are locked and tangled in Barclay
street. Just where you must cross. and hun
,lrcds more pressing into the snarl from
either direction. are cleared as if by magic
blythe calm. we'll dressed, white.g lovcd man.
who has n metal plate on his breast. And
the thing is done so entirely without fuss or
even n loud word, that you stand in wonder.
ur would do 50 if the crowd behind did not
push you on. Move on is the law. and
it is obcycd with a vengeance Three
minutes more we are in Broadway, and then
the question is to cross it.
:" lcandcr swan the IIellcspont = yes.
but he never crossed Broadway. nor. fear.
would have done so, but for the aid of my
Metropolitan. who seeing my dozen attempts
aud corresponding failures, came to my aid.
and with stout. short viii damned up on
either side the surging waves of horses.
donkcys. mules. and their attendant wheeled
machines. as ci'ectualy as did Moses dam
up the Red Sea with his outstrctched hand.
Dnce over. look back, but the tide has
closcd up and goes snrsing on. Are the
Egyptians swallowed up in there? Indeed
they may be for all ] can tell. Ten minutes
brings us to the East river side of the island.
And here the fleet of steamers, magnificent
in proportions and arrangements, bewildcr
tho mind nI a Steamers %
everywhere. at "a hours. Hithcr and thithcr
they dart Ike t'irs in the sunshine. The
Granite Stat. Is the Hartford boat for Fri
day, and at four o'clock in the evening we
steam out through Hell Gate, where in 1852
the French engineer was blown up in his
Efforts to blow up the r,chs. Soon we reach
the Sound. and he smell of the salt water
lrnetratcs the whole system. and prepares
IL, for the supper, which is served on the
boat. Salt water fish and oysters are duly
appreciated. you may be sure. After sup
per, and as the night rlpscs in, commences
h feature of these Yankee steamers. The
clerk hunts ur some orr who can play the
fine Halpt & Davis Plant III the saloon. and
n choir of singers. who kerr up the music
for an hour or two as the boat glidcs swiftly
through the Sound,
But. you ask, is poitits or the war for.
gotten. Oh. no! A rnbd McClclanitc
has knot around HIM in the saloon, to
whom he disconfses of the great debt of
gratitude With the country owes the young
Nap(?) for his skill and geucralship in
organizing an army out OF il mob. But he
stops there, and doesn't tell his crowd that
the same Mcclellan murdered that same
nrmy digging bitches in. the poisonous
swamps OF the Chickahominy. and kept up
his discipline so strictly that nearly 10000
ht that army are nuw oafing about the coun,
try. each of them a disgrace to the name of
soldier 1t was very funny to hear this
spouter of the young Nap. talking of his
sirategeiie movements: but the thing was all
explained about midnight. when was
walked by the spoutcr aforesaid, who was
.lcclaiming on 1.-THE utter impossibiity of
conqucring the South" | no longer won
dered that he was McCellanite.
shall write you again. when have more
fully felt the temper of the people.
MARYLAND.