Cleveland daily leader. [volume] ([Cleveland, Ohio]) 1865-1873, 1865-10-18
A Unitarian nf Dickens.

4 . B e H an VI
In the Orchestra, a musical weekly
published in London, is a feuilleton, in
which occurs this clever imitation of a pop
ular English novelist:
DRIVING ON.
1t was some ten or twenty years after
these times of ours-little matter how
many. The Stoker knew haw many, per-
haps, and 50 did the Engine driver, for
they were middle-aged men-old men,
you would say, in experience OF Flue.
And how the iue stuck to them and
about them. Flue ON the engiue, n the
wheels, and the Goals fue on the track;
1ue On the tops o: the carriages. Flue on
the engine-drivefs cap; fue on the sto-
ker's face; fue in the engine-drivers and
stoker's pockets. Flue proceeding out Of
the funnel of the locomotive up the Gue
fue proceeding out the funnel OF the loco
motive down the line. In its fanciful
forms and shapes, being of every form and
shape of hideousnes which Dirt can as
sumo, it held q weird resemblance on the
rails and on the faces of the Woodworking
men to the stain # sorrow and sin on the
faces Of the poo. There, too, it chung
wherever it Lighted. Just, my Lords and
Gentlemen, and Honorable Boards, as
that other stain viii cling where it lights,
I'D and down theline of human life.
1t was a nrugg morning. Everybody
admitted it-fron the guard at the last
station, where hehad affably accepted Mr..
Pocklethwacky's four-pence for Il pint of
beer, to Mr.. Pocuethwacky himself, airily
installed on an dr cushion in an airy sec
ond class carriage, putting a windy cigar
and whistlingth tn, "B9hnie House o Airlie."
Mr.. Pochlethvacky admitted that the
morning was mlggy; in fact he stated so
voluntarily. q" muggy morning, sir"
said Mr.. Paeklehwacky to his opposite
neighbor, a beu1icent round-faced man,
with a rim of wtiskers al round his chin.
The whisker+immed man looked up
from a book he vas reading. fHr. Fockle-
thwacky, castin; a glance at the volume
the other held, aw it was The 49ooK' open
at the Proverbsof King Solomon,
aDampness c,meth in the autumn morn
ing as the dewshy downwards and 8, I'm,
cient for the da- is the evil thereof" sa. u
the Undetermined man.
--6at may call prer- |
nant " 18th truth, said Nj. Pocklethwacky.
Veariug which consideration in mind,
= 7 sbo I'd say you was inclined to a phil
- turn of mind"
gPnta Proverbial Philosopher, and
q ~ the words of mission" re-
2 ! s,b;.t er-rimmed man. "Wis-
SIS.t a. rect corners and crieth
az &c. nv T. is sweet to recognize
Ino n tba iioctbos tie, and mOre than
eauty in the butterfly" .:.o,
uNTao1Spr poIIu PprEIna- OH I
ANosir, meaning nothing b. u froverDiaI
philosophy" said the whisA er-rlmnted
nan. ]
"Ob, indeed remarked Mr.. PGekle- !
hwacky Disconnected. Are you going tar
nay 1 ask"
sThe end of a journey is its destinations;
nd the conclusion of most things IS a
e~rmihaion. L am going to Knebsworth,
7here the Iberalty of genial %atiuence
ath provided q home for the Seniie Phi
said the whisker-rimmed man.
The train sped EDWARDS, through ruts
nd ridges of undulSsing land; over low
wing tracts of desolatS marsh; by water
and land-courseS above shlngle
nd sorrel and the spires OF flashing
owns. The hue gathered and increased;
II the speed and the whirl and CHATTER
GU make, in the boastful assertions OF
onr order, bear down the faint winch let
yrs the progress of the poor.
The train flies fast. Fast, your majesty
asst, my lords and gentlemen. Fast
light Reverends and Wrong Reverends
f every degree. Fast, common men and |
omen, with human sorrow and human
ympathy in your hearts. And flying
nus around us every day.