The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1864-09-17
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Far The Cecil Wing.
A TRIP 10 CANADA.
by JAMES MONTGOMERY.

On with the iron horse, with his fiery
breath hear him snort as he bounds forward
ON his beaten track One wild shrek, as
though some Infatuated monster had been
looscd from the internal rcgions and, then
away. away over mountain and plain; over
river and food through forest and glen;
away. away with his burthen of souls; with
his cargo Of flesh and blood of bone and
snews with his cargo Of patriots and trail
tors Of fathers and mothers; Of old age
and youth Of madcns and bcauX. With
his precious load away, away with the light
nings speed to annihilate space and make
nulity OF time.
At one % clock A. NJ. one morning in last
March, / found myself on the iron track
whiring away to the snort Of the steam
horse. The distance between this city and
Philadelphia was covered in a one short nap,
and the crcumhendibus route that unites the
Philadelphia and Baltimore Road, and the
Camden and Amboy Road, was passed so
quickly that one could hardly get his breath
before we were gliding along through New
Jersey at a fearful rate. One more short
nap, and the hoarse cry of the conductor
announced that we had arrived at Jersey
City. TO be ftrried over the river in one of
those commodious boats that ply between
that city and Gotham required but few
moments, and | found myself, at seven
q clock in the morning, in the great Babylon
of America. a city of huge stores mag
niiicent hotels, and busting hacks and ON
nibusses.
If ever man felt his own littleness it is
when he aights in a city containing nearly Il
million Of people, among whom he has no
acquaintance. 1t is when he divides him
self into the one milioneth part of the bust
ness, noise and hustle he sees about him,
that he appreciates his own individual insig-
niLicaace.
At New York was joined by the General
Travelling Agent Of the route that passes
through New Haven, Hartford and Spring
field for Montreal, Mr. &. W. Pouson, and
at half past ten O'Clock 4. Nj, we were on
our way to the British possessions in North
America.
In passing through Connecticut the only
noticeable thing that attracts the attention,
is the eternal stone fence, which is to be
seen on every farm. and, in fact, think that
nearly every field between New York and
New Haven was enclosed with Stone
The people Of the United States may boast
of their iron bound country -alluding to the
humber of railroads that run in every direc-
ton, but think that Connecticut may call
itself the stone bound State with perfect
propriety The buildings, wherever we
passed, look comfortable and neat. The
sweet little frame cottage of New England,
with its whitewashed outbuldings, and ar
Dor composed of grape vines, were to be
seen in every direction. exhibiting the evil
denee of comfort that is rarely to be found
among the rural population of any other
portion of the country. One of the won
ders that struck me was how it came that
the Yankee could leave these sweet little
homes to roam like an Arab over the wide
world but such is human nature. We did
not stop long enough at New Haven and
Hartford to get view of these cities so IA
nous in the history of our country, but away
our iron sced carried us towards our place
of destination. At one time our path Jay
along the banks of the beautiful Connect
cut River and then again we sped over hill
aud valley at rate unknown to denizens OF
these slow coach regions.
In the evening we arrived at Springfield
famous for its great armory and manufacture
ct rifles. Here we were introduced - Mr..
Brinsmade, the gentlemanly Superintendent