were ascending a hill of 1 foot
rise in 8, which I am assured exceeds in steepness any hill we have, we
should be able to draw a load behind of 2 tons 2 cwt., or between 3 and
4 tons altogether....
"On a good level road I think it not improbable it might draw, instead
of 7 tons which our experiment would give, from 10 to 11, besides its
own weight, or 100 ordinary men, exclusive of 2 or 3 tons for carriages;
and up one of our steepest hills, 3 tons besides itself, or 25 men besides
a ton for a carriage. This it would do at a rate of 8, 9, or 10 miles an
hour. For it is a singular feature in this carriage, and which was
remarked by many at the time, that it maintained very nearly the same
speed with a wagon and 27 men, that it did with the carriage and only 5
or 6 persons. But there is a fact connected with this machine still more
extraordinary. For instance, every additional cwt. we shift on the hind
or working wheels, will increase the power of traction in our steepest
hills upwards of 4 cwt., and on the level road half a ton. Such, then, is
the paradoxical nature of steam-carriages, that the very circumstance
which in animal exertion would weaken and retard, will here multiply
their strength and accelerate. This, no doubt, Mr. Gurney's ingenuity
will soon turn to profitable account.
"It has often been asserted that carriages of this sort could not go above
6 or 7 miles an hour. I can see no reasonable objection to 20. The
following fact, decided before a large company in the barrack-yard,
will best speak for itself:--At eighteen minutes after three I ascended
the carriage with Mr. Gurney. After we had gone about half way round,
'Now,' said Mr. Gurney, 'I will show you her speed.' He did, and we
completed seven turns round the outside of the road by twenty-eight
minutes after three. If, therefore, as I was there assured, two and a half
turns measured one mile, we went 2.8 miles in ten minutes; that is, at
the rate of 16.8, or nearly 17 miles per hour. But as Mr. Gurney
slackened its motion once or twice in the course of trial, to speak to
some one, and did not go at an equal rate all the way round for fear of
accident in the crowd, it is clear that sometimes we must have
proceeded at the rate of upwards of twenty miles an hour."
The Engraving will furnish the reader with a correct idea of such of Mr.
Gurney's improvements as are most interesting to the public. The
present arrangement is certainly very preferable to placing the boiler
and engine in immediate contact with the carriage, which is to convey
goods and passengers. Men of science are still much divided on the
practical economy of using steam instead of horses as a travelling agent;
but we hope, like all great contemporaries they may whet and cultivate
each other till the desired object is attained. One of them, a writer in the
_Atlas_, observes, that "if ultimately found capable of being brought
into public use, it would probably be most convenient and desirable
that several locomotive engines should be employed on one line of road,
in order that they might be exchanged at certain stages for the purposes
of examination, tightening of screws, and other adjustments, which the
jolting on passing over the road might render necessary, and for the
supply of fuel and water."
An effectively-coloured lithographic of Mr. Gurney's carriage (by
Shoesmith) has recently appeared at the printsellers', which we take this
opportunity of recommending to the notice of collectors and scrappers.
[Footnote 1: "Literary Gazette," Sept. 19, 1829.]
[Footnote 2: The propellers, I am informed, are not absolutely
discarded. They are now not fixed, but movable, and reserved for
extreme possible emergencies, or for certain military purposes.]
* * * * *
PUNNING SATIRE ON AN INCONSTANT LOVER.
You are as faithless as a _Carthaginian_, To love at once, _Kate, Nell,
Doll, Martha, Jenny, Anne._
SWIFT.
* * * * *
BRIMHAM ROCKS[3] BY MOONLIGHT.
(_FOR THE MIRROR._)
The sun hath set, but yet I linger still, Gazing with rapture on the face
of night; And mountain wild, deep vale, and heathy hill, Lay like a
lovely vision, mellow, bright, Bathed in the glory of the sunset light,
Whose changing hues in flick'ring radiance play, Faint and yet fainter
on the outstretch'd sight, Until at length they wane and die away, And
all th' horizon round fades into twilight gray.
But, slowly rising up the vaulted sky, Forth comes the moon, night's
joyous, sylvan queen, With one lone, silent star, attendant
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