Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1872-01-16

For the Journal.
A TRIP BIZ RAIL.

| In this fast age, if a man did not travel
by rail occasionally, he would be strangely
| behind the times. In fact, he might ex-
pect to see his name in some newspaper rs
the eccentric individual who had never
seen car or steamboat, or received or
sent telegram. Last Friday we started
IN the noon train for brief trip to Boston.
Riding In the cars. especially in the win.
ter, one sees but little OF the country. but,
II his eyes are open, he notices something
OF human nature, or the men and women
OF the times. One accustomed to stay
mostly at home is astonishkd at the
crowds OF people who travel. All the
world appears to be on the 60. At almost
every station, throngs Of passengers get
out, and as many or more get In. The
seats are filled by succession of corners
and goers. The most of them are COM
non-place people, of whom it may be said
that every one looks and acts just like the
| other. But here and there You will OBJ
serve those who may be worthy Of moro
particular attention. Some spend their
time conversing, some reading, and some
doing.
| WOMAN's RIGHTS.
| Somewhere past Brunswick, three high.
ly dressed young ladies got into the cars
and took. seats facing each other. They
were evidently fashionable, lively, and :
little gay. They soon produced pack
OF highly colorcd playing cards, and
amused themselves for an hour or SO in
the most interesting manner. One of them,
with eyes half shut, bat with keen and
shrewd look when she played her card,
seemed to enter with great zeal into the
game. By and by, they were observed
taking drinks from some very pretty col.
ored wine glasses. which they appeared to
| enjoy. When they left left the cars, they
unluckiy left their bottle in the seat. Il
was wine colored flask, but it was empty
Query. are these the ''girls of the period ?"
SUCCESS TO COMMERCE.
The various trades carried on in the cars,
II lucrative, must yield an income to mum.
bers Of youthful merchants Baskets Of
oranges, baskets of.apples, rolls of log
enges, packages OF popped corn, Boston
Journals, Posts and Advertisers, as well as
other newspapers, picture papers, comic
papers, magazines and yellow-covered
literature, constitute steady stream Of
traffic from morning till night. Gift pack
ages, as they are called, are also plenti.
tiful, mostly, however, minus the gifts.
All these things seem to relieve the tedium
and mOnotony of travel.
sIEsTA vIAToR.
Those who take the express train from
Portland to Boston, if they wish to stop
on the way. will find themselves in q FIX,
unless their stopping place is at one Of the
larger villages or cities. Our party was
to stay over at q rural village. In order
to do that, we had to get out at Ports
mouth. and wait in the depot half an
hour tor the accommodation train. On
the whole, we rather liked it, as it gave
US an opportunity to rest and recruit, and
have sociable chat by comfortable stove
before completing our journey.
CLIMATIC VARIATIONS.
Going from the region of frost and snow
on the Kennebec, and finding the country
to the very verge of the State of Maine
wearing its winter garments, as soon as
we crossed the New Hampshire line the
snow began to disappear. and when we
reached Massachusetts the ground was As
bare as in summer. In Boston aud the
withstanding chilly wind, we realized
the change from our Northern cline to
''ten degrees Of more indulgent skies"
BOSTON STREETS.
What pity that Boston streets were
made where the old proprietors' cow-path
used to straggle. One not a ha6lne OF the
Hub. finds himself in a perfect laby-
rinth, without any thread TO lead him out.
Do not imagine that any street runs
straight along, for it twists and turns every
which way. Do not expect square" to
be CT any particular mathematical shape,
except the most irregular possible. A
court is not a court, nor an avenue an
avenue. The use of language, says
Talleyrand, is to conceal our ideas. So
the use OF names is to disappoint and con-
| fuse our expectations. do not think q
horse car in Boston could ever follow the
same routine of streets and angles the
second time if it were not for the track to
guide it, Is it possible that the crooked
ness of some Of the Boston theology il
occasioned in any degree by the mazy
character of their streets? One who COM
prehends the streets of Boston, may well
expect to master the science of metaphys-
les, if not to penetrate the mysteries Of
characterization.
REQUIESCAT IN PACE.
Returning from Boston by the Saturday
noon train, we stopped at a village rs
miles out to aid in paying the last sad
rites to the remains Of an old and very
dear friend; with solemn words and holy
texts, with prayers and many tears, the
body Of the sweet saint was committed to
the bosom Of the earth, never to rise again
It'll the heavens be no more." But when
God makes up his jewels, we doubt not
she will shine among them. Angels in
human form may be found only In poetry
and romance. But she. by life Of some
sixty years. devoted to the service Of God
and the good of others. especially her own
family, showed herself to be one Of the
excellent of the earth. .Her husband
trusted in her." .'Her children rise up
and call her blessed" Her hand and
heart were "open as day to melting char
ity," bestowing not only needful gifts, but
the richer and sweeter boon Of kindness
and sympathy.
| NIGHT RIDE.
To reach home by the night train, we
had TO take a local train to Newburyport,
=, Il ,l,a,a uoif in tho darcf m hour eul .