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188 A WEEK IN SCOTLAND.
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A —. ~* You Need Not Be Afraid, Dear Rea...
amount of sickness and death with the certainty of a law . _" What has become of the Angel of Death , with sword uplifted ? what
of the genius with torch reversed , in whom the ancients "believed ? Modern science hedges him into a narrow track—snatches the
chil-, dren from under his grasp , —gives up the old man of three score and ten to the inevitable destroyer , but casts a shield of protection
over man and matron , youth and maid , and is willing to " contract " that the scythe of the mower shall be too blunt to cut down the
grass of the field . This singular discourse and these lively reflections were cut short
by the entrance of a—Dutchman , who took his seat at Wigan , and was likewise bound for the Association . Alas ! he was far
from resembling the typical Dutchman of our picture-books . He "was not a bit like Mynheer van Dunk , who never got drunk , though
he " sipped brandy and water daily . " He was neither red , nor roundnor very short ; and he spoke very good English . He had
, been sent over by some " parties connected with insurance , " and he entered into discourse with the Vice-President on the bad sanitary
condition of the canals at Rotterdam . He was much excited about the Cumberland mountains , and disappointed when we told him they
were hardly visible from the railway ; but we showed him the lovely grey vision of Morecambe Bay , looming softly in the twilight , like
an artist's study in neutral tints , and that was the last we saw of the face of nature . Twilight deepened and darkened , and we rolled
from Lancaster up to Kendal Junction , and thence to Penrith . It was pitch dark when we snorted and whistled with weary throbbing
heads into the great station of " merrie Carlisle . " The next morning saw us driven forth again by the unresting
spirit of Social Science , past Gretna , where folks go to get married no more ; past Solway Firthwhich always reminds one of the sands
, o' Dee , * past Locherbie where lingers an echo of the dance-music amidst which his stolen bride was vaulted into the saddle by young
L / ochinvar , then right through the heart of Scottish hills , till ugly chimneys loomand fierce fires belch out by daylightlooking ghastly
in the sun , and , buildings thicken , and smoke gets , blacker , and the atmosphere decidedly objectionable , and we stop to have our tickets
taken , and finally tumble out more dead than alive on to the platform at Glasgow .
But there is no rest for the scientific;—they must look for lodgings : —and where on earth are they to find them in this
wilderness of brick and mortar ? We—meaning myself and a companion , whom I had picked up at Carlisle—set our luggage on to a cab , and
drive to the " Office of the Association , " of which the address has been printed into our brains for some weeks j ) _ast . But there is no
one at the " Office , " which is a merchant's private counter , and we are told that all lettersaddresseslodgingsacquaintancesGeneral
, , , , Secretary included , are to be left and found , at the "Reception Room . "
Off again to the Reception Room , a huge apartment in the Trades '
188 A Week In Scotland.
188 A WEEK IN SCOTLAND .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Nov. 1, 1860, page 188, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01111860/page/44/
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