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look, so well depicted by the Eoman poet, C£ Triste 

 solum, sterilis sine fruge, sine arbore tellus." 



It would ill become me as a Yorkshireman, to 

 have already told the public, what I lately saw and 

 felt at Aix-la-Chapelle, a foreign town; and then 

 to take no notice of thee, bright gem of my own 

 native county, as though thou wert of trivial regard, 

 and thy pure ocean breezes, mere transitory gales, 

 unworthy of remark. 



Well then, here I sit down to write a word or 

 two, on pretty, healthy, sweet, and enchanting 

 Scarbro* ; the boast of Yorkshire, and old Nep- 

 tune's pride. 



On the bold shore of this extensive county, 

 and opposite the distant realm of Denmark, stands 

 the rapidly increasing town called Scarbro'. 



Its ancient streets, so narrow and so winding- 

 bespeak its early origin. But, when we raise our 

 eyes, and view its modern edifices, we are lost in 

 wonder ; and wondering we ask, what is it that has 

 caused so great a change ? — what master-hand 

 has been at work, and made the town so beautiful ? 

 An answer is not difficult to find. 



Steam, potent steam, perhaps the curse, perhaps 

 the anodyne of nations, has brought its "high 

 engendered forces ,, into action, and shewn what 

 can be done. Eailways have conquered distance. 



