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Chapter TitleChapter V. WORCESTER-THE CONNECTICUT RIVER.-HARTFORD.-NEW HAVEN. -TO NEW YORK.
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CHAPTER. V.    

Worcester. — THE CONNECTICUT

RIVER.—HARTFORD.—NEW HAVEN. —TO NEW YORK.

LEAVING Boston on the afternoon of Sa- turday, the fifth of February, we pro- ceeded by another railroad to Worcester :

a pretty New England town, where we had arranged to remain under the hos- pitable roof of the Governor of the State until Monday morning.    

These towns and cities of New England

(many of which would be villages in Old

            England), are as favourable specimens of      

rural America, as their people are of rural                           Americans. The well-trimmed lawns and

          green meadows of home are not there ;

            and the grass, compared with our orna-

           

mental plots and pastures, is rank and rough, and wild ; but delicate slopes of

land, gently-swelling hills, wooded valleys       and slender streams, abound. Every little       colony of houses has its church and school-house peeping from among the white roofs and shady trees ; every house is the

whitest of the white ; every Venetian blind the greenest of the green ; every fine day sky the bluest of the blue. A sharp dry wind, and a slight frost had so hardened the roads when we alighted at Worcester, that their furrowed tracks were like ridges of granite. There was the usual aspect of newness on every object, of course. All the buildings looked as if they had been built and painted that morning, and could be taken down on Monday with very little   trouble. In the keen evening air, every sharp outline looked a hundred times sharper than ever. The clean card-board colonnades had no more perspective than a Chinese bridge on a tea-cup, and appeared equally well calculated for use. The razor like edges of the detached cottages seemed to cut the very wind as it whistled against them, and to send it smarting on its way with a shriller cry than before. Those slight- ly-built wooden dwellings behind which the sun was setting with a brilliant lustre, could be so looked through and through, that the idea of any inhabitant being able to hide himself from the public gaze, or to have any secrets from the public eye, was

not entertainable for a moment. Even where a blazing fire shone through the uncurtained windows of some distant house, it had the air of being newly lighted, and of lacking warmth ; and instead of awaken- ing thoughts of a snug chamber, bright with faces that first saw the light round that same hearth, and ruddy with warm hangings, it came upon one suggestive of the smell of new mortar and damp walls.

So I thought, at least, that evening. Next morning when the sun was shining brightly, and the clear church bells were ringing, and sedate people in their best clothes enlivened the pathway near at hand and dotted the distant trend of road, there was a pleasant Sabbath, peacefulness on everything, which it was good to feel. It would have been the better for an old church ; better still for some old graves ; but as it was, a wholesome repose and tranquillity pervaded the scene, which after the restless ocean and the hurried city, had a doubly grateful influence on the spirits.

We went on next morning, still by rail- road, to Springfield. From that place to Hartford, whither we were bound, is a distance of only five-and-twenty miles, but at that time of the year the roads were so bad that the journey would probably have occupied ten or twelve hours. Fortunately, however, the winter having been unusually mild, the Connecticut River was " open,"

or, in other words, not frozen. The cap- tain of a small steamboat was going to make his first trip for the season that day (the second February trip, I believe, within the memory of man), and only waited for us to go on board. Accordingly, we went on board, with as little delay us might be. He was as good as his word, and started directly.

It certainly was not called a small

steamboat without reason. I omitted to

ask the question, but I should think it must have been of about half a pony power, Mr. Paap, the celebrated Dwarf, might have lived and died happily in the cabin, which was fitted with common sash- windows like an ordinary dwelling-house.   These windows had bright-red curtains, too, hung on slack strings across the lower panes ; so that it looked like the parlour of a Lilliputian public-house, which had got afloat in a flood or some other water accident, and was drifting nobody knew where. But even in this chamber there was a rocking-chair. It would be impos- sible to get on anywhere, in America, without a rocking chair.

I am afraid to tell how many feet short this vessel was, or how many feet narrow : to apply the words length and width to such measurement would be a contradic-  

tion in terms. But I may state that we all kept the middle of the deck, lest the boat should unexpectedly tip over ; and that the machinery, by some surprising process of condensation, worked between it and the keel ; the whole forming a warm sandwich, about three feet thick.

It rained all day as I once thought it never did rain anywhere, but in the Highlands of Scotland. The river was

full of floating blocks of ice, which were constantly crunching and ending under us, and the depth of water, in the course   we took to avoid the large masses, car- ried down the middle of the river by the current, did not exceed a few inches.   Nevertheless, we moved onward, dex- terously ; and being well wrapped up, bade defiance to the weather, and enjoyed   the journey. The Connecticut River is a fine stream, and the banks in summer time are, I have no doubt beautiful at all events, I was told so by a young lady in the cabin, and she should be a judge of beauty, if the possession of a quality include the appreciation of it, for a more beautiful creature I never looked upon.

After two hours and a half of this odd

travelling (including a stoppage at a small town, where we were saluted by a gun considerable bigger than our own chimney), we reached Hartford, and straightway re- paired to an extremely comfortable hotel : except, as usual, in the article of bed- rooms, which, in almost every place we visited, were very conducive to early

rising.

We tarried here, four days. The town is beautifully situated in a basin of green   hills, the soil is rich, well wooded, and carefully improved. It is the seat of the   local legislature of Connecticut, which sage body enacted, in by-gone times, the     renowned code of " Blue Laws," in virtue     whereof, among other enlightened provi- sions, any citizen who could be proved to   have kissed his wife on Sunday, was punishable, I believe, with the stocks. Too   much of the old Puritan spirit exists in these parts to the present hour ; but its influence has not tended, that I know, to make the people less hard in their bar-   gains, or more equal in their dealings. As     I never heard of its working that effect any   where else, I infer that it never will, here. Indeed, I am accustomed, with reference to great professions and severe faces, to judge of the goods of the other world pretty much as I judge of the goods of

this ; and whenever I see a dealer in such commodities with too great a display of them in his window, I doubt the quality of the article within.

In Hartford stands the famous oak in which the charter of King Charles was hidden. It is now enclosed in a gentle- man's garden. In the State-house is the

charter itself. I found the Courts of Law here, just the same as at Boston ; the public institutions almost as good. The Insane Asylum is admirably conducted, and so is the Institution of the Deaf and Dumb.

I very much questioned within myself, as I walked through the Insane Asylum, whether I should have known the attend- ants from the patients, but for the few words which passed between the former, and the doctor, in reference to the persons under their charge. Of course I limit this remark merely to their looks ; for the conversation of the mad people was mad enough.

There was one little prim old lady, of very smiling and good-humoured appear- ance, who came sidling up to me from the end of a long passage, and with a curtsey of inexpressible condescension, propounded this unaccountable inquiry:—

"Does Pontefract still flourish, Sir, upon the soil of England ?"

" He does, Ma'am," I rejoined.

" When you last saw him, Sir, he

was—"

" Well, Ma'am," said I, " extremely well. He begged me to present his com- pliments. I never saw him looking

better."

At this the old lady was very much delighted. After glancing at me for a moment, as if to be quite sure that I was serious in my respectful air, she sidled back some paces ; sidled forward again ; mode a sudden skip (at which I precipi- tately retreated a step or two) ; and said :—

" I am an antediluvian, Sir."

I thought the best thing to say was, that I had suspected as much from the

first. Therefore I said so.

" It is an extremely proud and pleasant thing, Sir, to be an antediluvian," said the old lady.

"I should think it was, Ma'am," I rejoined.

The old lady kissed her hand, gave another skip, smirked, and sidled down the gallery in a most extraordinary man- ner, and ambled gracefully into her own

bed-chamber.

In another part of the building, there was a male patient in bed ; very much

flushed and heated.

"Well !" said he, starting up and pull- ing off his nightcap : " it's all settled at last. I have arranged it with Queen Victoria."

" Arranged what ?" asked the doctor.

" Why, that business," passing his hand wearily across his forehead, " about the siege of New York."

" Oh !" said I, like a man suddenly en- lightened ; for he looked at me for an

answer.

"Yes. Every house without a signal will be fired upon by the British troops. No harm will be done to the others. No harm at all. Those that want to be safe

must hoist flags. That's all they'll have to do. They must hoist flags."

Even while he was speaking, he seemed,

I thought, to have some faint idea that his talk was incoherent. Directly he had said these words, he lay down again ; gave a kind of groan ; and covered his hot

head with the blankets.

There was another : a young man, whose madness was love and music. After playing on the accordion a march he had composed, he was very anxious that I should walk into his chamber, which I immediately did.

By way of being very knowing, and humouring him to the top of his bent, I went to the window, which commanded a beautiful prospect, and remarked, with an address upon which I greatly plumed my-

self.

" What a delicious country you have about these lodgings of yours."

" Poh !" said he, moving his fingers carelessly over the notes of his instrument, " Well enough for such an institution as

this !"

I don't think I was ever so taken aback in all my life.

"I came here just for a whim," he said coolly. "That's all."

"Oh! That's all !" said I.

"Yes. That's all. The Doctor's a smart man. He quite, enters into it. It's a joke of mine. I like it for a time. You needn't mention it, but I think I shall go out next Tuesday ! "

I assured him that I would consider our

interview perfectly confidential ; and re- joined the Doctor. As we were pass- ing through a gallery on our way out, a well dressed lady, of quiet and composed manners, came up, and proffering a slip of paper with a pen, begged that I would oblige her with an autograph. I complied, and we parted.  

"I think I remember having had a few interviews like that, with ladies out of doors. I hope she is not mad ?"

"Yes,"

"On what subject ? Autographs ?"

"No. She hears voices in the air."

"Well !" though I, " it would be well if he could shut up a few false prophets of these later times, who have professed to do the same ; and I should like to try the experiment on a Mormonist or two to begin with."

In this place, there is the best jail for untried offenders in the world. There is also a very well-ordered State prison, arranged upon the same plan as that of Boston, except that here, there is always a sentry on the wall with a loaded gun. It contained at that time about two hun- dred prisoners. A spot was shown me in the sleeping ward, where a watchman was murdered some years since in the dead of night, in a desperate attempt to escape, made by a prisoner who had broken from his cell. A woman, too, was pointed out to me, who, for the murder of her husband, had been a close prisoner for sixteen years.

"Do you think," I asked of my con- ductor, " that after so very long an imprison- ment, she has any thought or hope of ever regaining her liberty?"

"Oh dear, yes," he answered. "To be

sure she has.

" She has no chance of obtaining it, I suppose ?"

" Well, I don't know :" which, by-the bye, is a national answer. "Her friends

mistrust her."

" What have they to do with it ?" I naturally inquired.

"Well, they won't petition."

" But if they did, they couldn't get her out, I suppose ?"

"Well, not the first time, perhaps, nor yet the second, but tiring and wearying for a few years might do it."

" Does that ever do it ?"

" Why yes, that'll do it sometimes. Political friends'll do it sometimes. It's   pretty often done, one way or another."

I shall always entertain a very pleasant and grateful recollection of Hartford. It's a lovely place, and I had many friends there, whom I can never remember with  

indifference. We left ¡t with no little re- gret on the evening of Friday the 11th   and travelled that night by railroad to New Haven. Upon the way, the guard and I were formally introduced to each other (as we usually were on such occasions), and exchanged a variety of small-talk. We reached New Haven at about eight o'clock, after a journey of three hours, and put up for the night at the best inn.

New Haven, known also as the City of Elms, is a fine town. Many of its streets (as its alias sufficiently imports) are planted with rows of grand old elm-trees ;

mid the same natural ornaments surround

Yale College, an establishment of con- siderable eminence and reputation. The various departments of this Institution are erected in a kind of park, or common, in the middle of the town, where they are dimly visible among the shadowing trees. The effect is very like that of an old cathedral yard in England ; and when their branches are in full leaf, must be extremely picturesque. Even in the winter time, these groups of well grown trees, cluster- ing among the busy streets and houses of

a thriving city, have a very quaint appear-   ance : seeming to bring about a kind of compromise between town and country ; as if each had met the other half-way, and shaken hands upon it ; which is at once novel and pleasant.

After a night's rest we rose early, and in good time went down to the wharf, and on board the packet New York, for New York. This was the first American steam-

boat of any size that I had seen ; and certainly to an English eye it was in- finitely less like a steam-boot than a huge floating-bath. I could hardly persuade myself, indeed, but that the bathing es- tablishment off Westminster Bridge, which I left a baby, had suddenly grown to an enormous size, run away from home, and set up in foreign ports as a steamer. Being in America too, which our vaga- bonds do so particularly favour, it seemed the more probable.

The great difference in appearance be- tween these packets and ours, is, that there is so much of them out of the water, the main-deck being enclosed on all sides, and filled with casks and goods, like any second or third floor in a stuck of warehouses ; and the promenade or hurricane-deck being a-top of that again. A port of the machinery is always above this deck ; where the connecting-rod, in a strong and lofty frame, is seen working away like on iron top-sawyer. There is seldom any mast or tackle ; nothing aloft but two tall black chimneys. The man at the helm is shut up in a little house in the fore port of the boat (the wheel being con- nected with the rudder by iron chains, working the whole length of the deck) ; and the passengers, unless the weather be very fine indeed, usually congregate below. Directly you have left the wharf, all the life and stir, and bustle of a packet cease. You wonder for a long time how she goes on, for there seems to be nobody in charge of her; and when another of these dull machines comes splashing by, you feel quite indignant with it, as a sullen, cum- brous, ungraceful, unshiplike leviathan ; quite forgetting that the vessel you are on board of, is its very counterpart.

There is always a clerk's office on the lower deck, where you pay your fare ; a ladies' cabin ; baggage and stowage rooms ; engineer's-room ; and in short a great variety of perplexities which render the discovery of the gentlemen's cabin a matter of some difficulty. It often occu- pies the whole length of the boat (as it did in this case), and has three or four

tiers of berths on each side. When I first descended into the cabin of the New York, it looked, in my unaccustomed eyes,     about as long as the Burlington Arcade.

The Sound, which has to be crossed on this passage, is not always a very safe or pleasant navigation, and has been the scene of some unfortunate accidents. It was a wet morning, and very misty, and we soon lost sight of land. The day was calm, however, and brightened towards noon. After exhausting (with good help from a friend) the larder, and the stock of bottled beer, I lay down to sleep, being very much tired with the fatigues of yesterday. But I awoke from my nap in time to hurry up and see Hell Gate, the Hog's Back, the Frying Pan, and other notorious localities, attractive to all readers of famous Diedrich Knicker-

bocker's History. We were now in a narrow channel, with sloping banks on either side, besprinkled with pleasant villas, and made refreshing to the sight by turf and trees. Soon we shot in quick succession, past a lighthouse ; a mad- house (how the lunatics flung up their   caps, and roared in sympathy with the headlong engine and the driving tide) ; a jail ; and other buildings ; and so emerged into a noble bay, whose waters sparkled in the now cloudless sunshine like Nature's eyes turned up to heaven.

Then there lay stretched out before us, to the right, confused hoops of buildings, with here or there a spire or steeple, look- ing down upon the herd below ; and here and there, again, a cloud of lazy smoke ; and in the foreground a forest of ships' masts, cheery with flapping sails and waving flags. Crossing from among them to the opposite shore, were steam ferry-boats laden with people, coaches, horses, waggons, baskets, boxes : crossed and recrossed by other ferry boats : all travelling to and fro : and never idle. Stately among these restless insects, were two or three large ships, moving with slow majestic pace, as creatures of a prouder kind, disdainful of their puny journeys, and making for the broad sea.

Beyond, were shining heights, and islands   in the glancing river, and a distance scarcely less blue and bright than the sky it seemed to meet. The city's hum and buzz, the clinking of capstans, the ringing of bells, the harking of dogs, the clattering of wheels, tingled into the listen- ing ear. All of which life and stir, coming across the stirring water, caught new life and animation from its free companionship ; and sympathising with its buoyant spirits, glistened as it seemed in sport upon its surface, and hemmed the vessel round, and plashed the water high about her sides, and, floating her gallantly into the dock, flew off again to welcome other comers, and speed before them to the busy port.