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them up a little and keep them dry. Our farm¬ 
ing fellow passengers shook their heads at sight 
of this, and involuntarily exclaimed, “God help 
such tenants, their crops can never pay!” For 
our part, we inwardly groaned over their con¬ 
dition, and only regretted that we could not at 
once transfer them to our own country, where 
their labor on a rich dry virgin soil, would be 
so abundantly repaid. Would that we could 
see about two hundred thousand hearty English¬ 
men and women annually brought over to 
America. Both countries would be greatly the 
gainers thereby, England only losing that 
which she cannot profitably employ, while 
America would be obtaining what she could. 
Surely this is a subject of national consideration, 
and we think it would be no less wise than con¬ 
siderate on the part of our Government, to take 
more effective measures than it now does, in the 
increase of a worthy and industrious emigration. 
We pass over Manchester, it being but a 
second edition of Birmingham without any im¬ 
provements, merely substituting cotton manufac¬ 
tures for those of hardware and plated and fancy 
articles. It has many noble buildings, with 
bridges, canals, viaducts, and rail-ways, the 
usual number of huge high round chimneys 
springing from the ground, and malt houses 
seven stories high. The population of Man¬ 
chester and Birmingham with their environs, 
is about three hundred thousand each. But a 
drizzling rain prevailed all the time we were 
there, and the coal smoke and fog were so thick 
that glad were we to escape from the town, to 
pass the day with our friends at S- Park, 
where we found a cluster of charming cottages, 
belted in from the wide world by masses of 
trees, and surrounded by velvet turf, and gar¬ 
dens adorned with flowers and shrubbery. Be¬ 
yond this as the mist occasionally broke away, 
was a view of a fine old park, and wide extent 
of country, bounded at a great distance by high 
ranges of the Welsh mountains. It was a happy 
day and night to us, and with a sad heart we bid 
adieu next morning, and started for Liverpool. 
The thermometer was certainly as low as 
56°; the wind blew in tempestuous squalls, and 
as we crossed the Chat Moss, masses of clouds 
of an almost inky blackness rode frowning over 
the heavens, discharging torrents of rain. The 
dreary heath spread out as far as we could see 
in the thick gloom, and harmonised admirably 
with the roaring tempest and dark clouds above, 
and we dont know when we have seen anything 
more sublime, except a wild hurricane at sea. 
It was a place, a time, and a storm worthy the 
meeting of Shakspeare’s witches in Macbeth, 
and we could easily fancy hearing borne on the 
howling wind, the words of the unearthly song 
ef the Weird Sisters : 
“dFoul was fair, and fair was foul.” 
We never wish to pass the dreary waste of 
the Chat Moss in any other weather than this : 
and hope our next fortune will be the addition of 
thunder and lightning, accompanied by the 
darkness and obscurity of a murky night. 
One cannot but admire the industry and ener¬ 
gy of this country, for here, on this watery, 
black, barren heath, have they commenced 
their work. A wide lateral ditch is cut to car¬ 
ry off the water from this, every few rods in 
width, narrower ones run off at right angles up 
the wide waste, while every half mile or so, 
thick belts of evergreen' trees are planted to 
break off the winds; when this is done, com¬ 
mences cultivation. The soil seems to be a 
rich vegetable mould, and on it thus reclaimed, 
we noticed luxuriant crops of grass, grain, and 
roots. We never looked upon anything witn 
more interest, and most gladly would we have 
stopped a day, had our engagements permitted, 
to examine minutely this beautiful transforma¬ 
tion. As it was, we could only say in rapidly 
passing, “glory to old England for her indom¬ 
itable energy.” 
A pleasant country soon followed in a high 
state of cultivation, and occasionally beautifully 
adorned, but on almost every side rose the shot 
tower like manufacturing chimneys, one of 
which is a land mark to a great distance, ris¬ 
ing about two hundred and fifty feet high, and 
said to be the tallest in the kingdom. We stop¬ 
ped a few moments at the place where the la¬ 
mented Huskinson met his death, when this 
rail-road was first opened. A plain marble slab 
niched in the wall, briefly announces the fact. 
Again we started, and after a short space we 
entered a long dark tunnel, and emerging from 
this found ourselves at Liverpool. 
The town was overflowing with strangers, 
and not a bed at a Hotel or Inn to be had, and 
after a long perambulation, we considered our¬ 
selves fortunate in securing a resting place, at 
half-a-guinea each per night. As we were too 
late for the plowing match some six miles out, 
we thought no more of that, but commenced 
immediately looking over the town. 
The commerce of Liverpool is the second in 
the world, being inferior only to that of Lon¬ 
don. It is a large well built place, but little 
smaller than New York. Its public buildings, 
however, are much more numerous and mag¬ 
nificent. Among these the most worthy of 
note, are the Custom House and Post-office, 
the Rialto, arching three sides of an open and 
beautifully flagged square of about two hundred 
feet, in the centre of which, is a noble monu¬ 
ment to Nelson; the Town Hall, the Com 
Exchange, and the great Market in Charlotte 
street, nine hundred and fifteen feet long. The 
