The pictorial sketch-book of Pennsylvania : or, its scenery, internal improvements, resources, and agriculture, popularly described . g party is thrown off the register for a term of years,when the experiment may again be tried! This is a curious business,and from it probably arose the remark, marriage is nothing but alottery. To suppose that Heaven approves what our laws expresslyprohibit is, we think, paying our legislators a poor compliment. Itis to be supposed, however, that this delicate business is managed inthe most agreeable manner to the contracting parties—that there is,at least, fai
The pictorial sketch-book of Pennsylvania : or, its scenery, internal improvements, resources, and agriculture, popularly described . g party is thrown off the register for a term of years,when the experiment may again be tried! This is a curious business,and from it probably arose the remark, marriage is nothing but alottery. To suppose that Heaven approves what our laws expresslyprohibit is, we think, paying our legislators a poor compliment. Itis to be supposed, however, that this delicate business is managed inthe most agreeable manner to the contracting parties—that there is,at least, fair play in drawing forth the ballots! One of the principal features in all Moravian villages is the Bro- THE MORAVIANS. 309 thors house, and the Sisters house, where those who prefer a life of single-blessedness may earn their own support, and greatly inde-pendent live. Whether these houses are filled altogether by choice,or by those who failed in the matrimonial wheel, is a matter whichprobably allows margin for reflection and discussion. Here endethPart II. LOCOMOTIVE SKETCHES, PEN AND PENCIL. FROM PHILADELPHIA TO a LOCOMOTIVE SKETCHES PEN AND PENCIL. ${jiUlulpjria t n ^ i 110 ii u r g . No more we sing, as they sang of old. To the tones of the lute and lyre,For lo ! we live in an Iron Age— In the age of Steam and Fire !The world is too busy for dreaming). And hath grown too wise for War:So, to-day, for the glory of Science, J Let us sing of the Railway Car yThe golden Chariots of ancient Kings Would dazzle the wondering eye,And the heads of a million slaves might bow As the glittering toy rolled by;But this is the Oar of the People, And before it shall bow all Kings :—Be they warned when they hear the shrieking Of the Dragon with Iron Wings ! AND I have a long journey be-fore us—three hundred andsixty-three miles! But we havean iron horse, and his fierybreath never fails. The firstmile of our journey is confinedto the widest street in Phila-delphia, and to
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