The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1866-04-25
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| STEAMER w. w. Corr, April II.
DEAR TIMEs:-When one is in the fog, q
; dilemma follows as matter of course
and what to do with ones time, after the
late papers are exhausted, is problem
So many brilliant ideas float in the mist
that one would fain catch them, and So
with pen and ink--time-honored beguilers
we set to work at this peculiarly fascina
ting style of fishing.
We left New London, Conn.,, last nigh,
at o'clock, for New York, and now, a,
10 A. NJ, lie anchored twenty miles from
Gotham, completely befogged, having q
wholesome fear of Hell-Gatc before oul
eyes, through which no good seaman will
pass in foul weather. BY the way, dom,
you want few ''notes of a trip?'
For ten days we canvassed the metro
politan city, with its world of noise; The
rush and roar of Broadway penetrating
our sanctum at the st. Nicholas every mo.
ment Of day and night. Any description
Of this commercial centre is superfuous
everybody has seen Central Park, the Bat
terry and Castle Garden, the theatres, fine
art galleries, and Barnum. OF all our
sightseeing, mustsay that the little army
of outcasts at the Five Points, "clothed
and in their right minds,'' singing "Glory
be to God in the highest" was the most at
tractive. Noble women who, on the very
site of the Old Brewery, have erected a
church and free school. Their names will
live, not only on history's page, but in the
Lambs Book of Life, with an aureole
about them, eclipsed only by that cncirc-
ling the head Of the Redeemer whose mis-
sion here was to the lowly.
Easter Sunday we went to Old Trinity,
where Handels celebrated anthem, 81
know that my Redeemer liveth," was
chanted, and the "IIallelujah Chorus" by
the children and choir, going up from
among the lilies that bloomed on the al
tar, was fit offering to Him who '!rose
from the dead ..-
That old churchyard, in the very heart
of the metropolis, where is recorded,
''Hcre lyes we body of those who lived a
century and half since, is to me the
choicest Of retreats.
Away from the great hustle of this great
city for whirl through New England
Express trains grant us but flying visits
to many places of interest, but enough to
know that our country is hard to beat
The streams over and along which we pass
continually are the power and glory of
New England, for the manufactures on
their shores are an element of strength
felt the world over. We stop long enough
among the hills of New Hampshire to see
the wedding of a friend. The fair young
bride, white-robed and blushing, is given
away in due form, receives the ring, and
with it the dignities Of her new life.
A few hours bring US among the staid
Bostonians, the repute of whose city is of
deserved renown. By the way, the "hub''
may be seen protruding from the dome Of
tho State House as we pass the common.
A ride to Bunker Hill is inspiring, and a
view of that noble monument is among
the memorable events of my life. In the
"ofice" we see curious relics and ancient
newspapers, but, alas! at an opposite COR
ner, are sold peanuts and pop corn!
One Of the attractions of Boston is the
Art Gallery Of Child & jerks, where stands
the "IIome of the Bees an exquisite
painting of two straw hives in the fore
ground, and a world of sweet-sccntcd flow
ers surrounding them, which takes one
back to the fields laden with nectar and
perfume. &
But the feature, par excellence, Of our
stay in that city, was a visit to Music Hall,
when the great organ was played at a
Catholic Fair held there. This magnif-
cent instrument seems, in size, little tenn
pie. Busts of the great composers over
look the various inches, and their names
are inscribed on plates below. The cary
ing is most elaborate. This wonder of art
was made in an obscure city of Germany,
and brought over in pieces, accompanied
by an intelligent Teuton, who set it up at
fabulous cost, for the New World to see
and hear. 1t is of wonderful power, and
will bring within sound Of its ninety mag
ic pipes the most refined and cultivated
minds Of the age.
But have wandered away from the lit
tie steamer, lying quietly in the dense fog
of an April morning. All night we had
heard music from the hidden world about
us, in reports from neishboring vessels, by
way of whistle, pitched to different de-
grees Of shrillness, and now, as the bells
from the lighthouse on Fl. Schuyler are
ringing with the news that rapid clear
ing up has begun, we are under weigh
once more, and pass whole fleet of sail
and steamers, fast anchored yet, and yelled
in mist. We 60 by with shout and smile
and triumphant wave of the hand, into the
"Gate," channel with swift current and
rocky bed. Our noble boat steers safely
through, in broad sunlight at last, and
comes safely to the other side. And why
should she not? for she was Gen. Gilmore $
flagship at Savannah once; but now, in
citizens dress, is cruising up and down the
Sound with brave Capt Fish, now of the
Norwich and New York Line, but who
once helped to seal Charleston Harbor with
the Stone Fleet, in the war of the REBEL
ion. ~
Escaped beyond tho reach of swift
tides, we sail rapidly by the whole length
Of Blackwell's Island, whose massive stone