WHERE THE RAIL RUNS Now. CHAP. I.-A STRAY PASSENGER. OUBTLESS the statement with which I am about to begin my story should be made with the greatest caution, and there can be no doubt that it will be received with much disfavour, but yet I have no hesitation in saying that the ordinary life of a gentleman is, I think, a most monotonous kind of existence. Why so many people in the world do their best to attain to its monotony I find hard to understand. I have been a gentleman for several years now, but I confess I am not becoming at all more reconciled to the uneventful nature of my life as such, than |