Travels in the United States, etc.,: during 1849 and 1850./ By the Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley.

CHAPTER XVI.
Discomforts of Traveling over the Alleghanies —Mr. Clay-Pittsburg as
sable as Sheffield-Its Population-Visit to a Glass Factory and Iron
Foundry-A dingy Vehicle-Factories and Foundries in Pittsburg-The
Ohio-The new Suspension Bridge at Wheeling-Accidents to Steamers
caused by it-Courtesy of the Captains and Cleirks of Steamers-Cincin nati-German and Irish Immigrants compared-Verses addressed to
Emigrants.
WE had a very cold journey to Louisville over the Alleghanies,
but a safe one, which is, I find, matter of congratulation.
I think it was the day before we started from Cumberland, Mr.
Clay was overturned on those rough roads: most fortunately, he
was not injured. Another carriage that started about the same
time we did, was detained a very long( time; and the passengers
had to walk a long way. I am not, in general, fond of walking,
but should particularly hate such compulsory pedestrianism.
One can not wonder at accidents in crossing these mountains,
for the drivers appear to be frequently intoxicated, and are rough
and reckless, cruel to their horses, by over-urging them, and cruel
to their passengers, driving often full gallop over the worst part of
abominable roads, to the almost dislocation of their limbs and the
bumping and thumping of their unfortunate heads against the
hard roof of the vehicle. If there be any truth in phrenology,
what changes in character must be wrought during a journey
across the Alleghanies! The morose cynic may come out sweet
as syrup; the humble with an ambition, that will be already
practiced in "' overvaulting itself"' and tumbling on the other side!
A Pensylvanian Quaker might be shaken out of all his trembling
sectarianism, or a French novel-writer tossed into a demure Broadbrim. I can answer for our tempers being very materially changed.
I am particularly sorry to miss seeing Mr. Clay, for whom I had
a letter of introduction from Mr. -: it is the only disappointment I have yet had in America. He crossed the Alleghanies for
Washington in good time to avoid bad roads and bad weather.
The first he certainly did not.
We stopped at Pittsburg on our way hither at an excellent
hotel called the Monongahela House. At Pittsburg we went to
see some manufactories, and iron foundries, in a sort of coal-scuttle
on wheels. No mourning coach was ever so thoroughly black,