The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1872-08-24
FRANK GREENS LOG.

dam builder, having grown independent
by thrift, shrewd management and hard
work, made up his mind, few weeks ago
to enter the stream of fashionable life,
which every summer crosses the Atlantic
to the old world. Twenty years or more
had elapsed since leaving the 'Banks an
brags' O. bonnie Scotland, and the shores
of his native sold Ireland;' when on
Wednesday, the Goth of June last, he found
himself on board the steam ship China, of
the Cunar6 line, bound to Liverpool. ,r
He kept a clog" of the voyage which
he was kind enough to place in our hands
on his return and which we have served up
in "hash - for the benefit of our read
ers.
Leaving New York at 10 o'clock noon on
the day above mentioned, by noon the next
day, the reckoning proved the ship had run
265 miles in 244 hours. Sailing east the
voyager gains about half an hour of day
light in the twenty-four; while he loses the
same on his homeward bound voyage.
Friday at noon the good ship had made
800 miles; and on Saturday, 2S7. On Sun.
day at II A. NJ, the ships crew-or as
many as could be spared from duty-dress-
ed in their best clothes, and the passengers
assembled in the saloon, and the First Mate
read the service of the Episcopal Church.
The saloon of the China was a splendid
apartment, fitted up in style that few of
the best hotel parlors can equal. The voy
age was without incident worthy of spe-
clal note. Having a calm sea the ship
made good Roadway and quiet run,
aveaging about 300 miles day. Tuesday
she made 315 miles, which was the best
days sailing of the trip.
Thursday being the 4th of July was not
observed on board the English ship; but
Green and three or four Americans celebrat-
ed the day in bottle of brown stout on
deck, which they drank in quiet way to the
stars and stripes.
.tAt - o'clock on the following Saturday
the reckoning made the distance to Liver
pool 100 miles, and in the afternoon of that
day the Irish coast came in view, present.
ing one of the most charming landscapes
that ever greeted the eye of man. Over
the smooth, blue of the ocean, undisturbed
by ripple, the green coast glowed in the
setting sun in the distance, looking as pure
and spotless as emerald. Even the rocks
seemed to be clothed in robe of living
green; and over the green meadows the
tnilkmaids, with pail in hand, were seen
going out to milk the cows which were
Illuminating in the shade or browsing the
rich green grass. A more lovely picture
of peace and rural happiness it were impos-
sible to conceive. Alas! how deceptive are
appearances. Here it may be truthfully
said that,
s'Every propsect pleases and only man is
vile."
At II o'clock on the same night the ship
reached her dock at Liverpool where it
was raining.
Here our "ancient mariner" spent the
night and took the ears the next morning
for Kilmarnock, Scotland, the clouds still
dropping. He asked a boy, whose chief
occupation seemed to be to look at the drip
ping passengers making their way to the
train, if it always rained in Liverpool, who
answered: "No, it SHOWS sometimes for
q change" The road ran within 12 miles
of Ayr, the home of Burns, crossing
branch of the river Ayr. The railway
passes through Damfries where the Poet
was buried and where his monument may
be seen. All this ground has been made
classic by the strains of Scotland's marvel
GUS bard. Thirty years ago Mr.. Green left
Kilmarnock, leaving friends and relatives,
such as only are found in boyhood home.
But alas. what changes thirty years work!
Of the scores of companions left here
when young manhood went out into the
.derer with whitening locks found not one.
A two days search in Kilmarnock discov-
cred two or three old settlers who had a
slight recollection of the stranger from the
land of promise which lies toward the set
ting sun. These casual acquaintance of
thirty years ago, narrated the chapter to
our seeker after the flowers of youth. 1t
was brief but full of sadness. Thirty
years is generation and those whom he
sought had passed away, some to the Sun
discovered country from beyond whose
bourn no traveller returns;'' others had
gone out in the wide world. Some to Aus
tralia, some to South America, others to
the great Republic. On the four winds to
the four corners of the globe, as it were,
the friends of his youth had been scattered,
and our hero found himself wanderer and
stranger in the midst of the scenes of
ibis boyhood. After two days stay in
Kilmarnock, the trip was resumed for
Glasgow. Twenty-Five years before our
rambler had left this ancient Scotch town.
The town looked familiar, the landscape,
the objects of interest in a general way
had changed but little, but old friends
were all gone. The annual fair commenced
the day of his arrival and the town was
full of life, but one day sufficed to satisfy
Green's desire for sightseeing. The PEG.
pie seemed slow in everything when con-
trasted with the rush which characterzes
Americans; and their speech appeared to
have grown broader and slower than of
old to his Yankee ears.
The hotels everywhere through England
and Scotland-at least in the towns and
cities of any note are conducted on what
we term the European styles The
guest orders each item he wants and the
bill is rendered for "Hotel and Attendance"
by pretty bar maid. sprightly, good
looking girl is preferred here for clerk and
bar tender and in most of the hotels this
important Office is filled by a female. This
tHotel and Attendance " bill settled, an
American concludes that having paid his
score he is ALREADY for start but the
butler places himself in an obligng and
obsequious attitude before him and touo,
ing his cap says the "butler, sir -
,ssWaiter, SIR" is his next friepI with
cap in hand; followed by "boots. sir y
"porter, sir" till having rup the gauntlet.
each scowling if he doesn't get at least a