CONTINENTAL Railways are disgracefully mismanaged.
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This train does not travel at anything like the rate of our expresses.
The "Flying Scotchman" travels at 50, 100, or 150 (_according to fancy_)
miles the hour.
I object to smoking; also wish all the windows to be opened or closed
(_as the case may be_).
The foreign _buffet_ does not equal our refreshment-rooms.
A plate of soup, half a roast fowl, and mashed potatoes cannot compare
with what we call in England a "ham sandwich."
I object to the lamp being shaded, or insist upon the lamp being shaded
(_according to pleasure_).
Why are we stopping here? Why are we not stopping here?
It is disgraceful that we should stop here. It is disgraceful that we
should not stop here.
If this occurs again, I shall write to the papers.