Arthur Arnold,
Once a Week
(1862)
“ It is not impossible that some future Gray or Thomson may evoke the poetry of steam; but at present no one who loves the country—because there, Nature is above all, and before all—can view with satisfaction the exchange of the familiar sights and sounds of the plough-fields, for the creaking of ropes and windlasses, and the noisy puffings of the untiring engine. ”
