A Gale Was Blowing, And
Drove The Surf Upon The Platform, And The Spray Against The Windows,
Giving Such A
Feeling of insecurity, that for a moment I wished myself in
one of our "'coon sentry-boxes." The cars were
Very full after leaving
Cleveland, but I contrived to sleep soundly till awakened by the intense
cold which attends dawn.
It was a glorious morning. The rosy light streamed over hills covered with
gigantic trees, and park-like glades watered by the fair Ohio. There were
bowers of myrtle, and vineyards ready for the vintage, and the rich
aromatic scent wafted from groves of blossoming magnolias told me that we
were in a different clime, and had reached the sunny south. And before us,
placed within a perfect amphitheatre of swelling hills, reposed a huge
city, whose countless spires reflected the beams of the morning sun - the
creation of yesterday - Cincinnati, the "Queen City of the West." I drove
straight to Burnet House, almost the finest edifice in the town, and after
travelling a thousand miles in forty-two hours, without either water or a
hair-brush, it was the greatest possible luxury to be able to remove the
accumulations of soot, dust, and cinders of two days and nights. I spent
three days at Clifton, a romantic village three miles from Cincinnati, at
the hospitable house of Dr. Millvaine, the Bishop of Ohio; but it would be
an ill return for the kindness which I there experienced to give details
of my visit, or gratify curiosity by describing family life in one of the
"homes of the New World."
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