The Voice of the Machines

We do not know why a locomotive is beautiful. We are perfectly aware that it ought not to be. We have all but been ashamed of it for being beautiful and of ourselves. We have attempted all possible words upon it the most complimentary and worthy ones we know words with the finer resonance in them and the air of discrimination the soul loves. We cannot but say that several of these words from time to time have seemed almost satisfactory to our ears. They seem satisfactory also for general use in talking with people and for introducing locomotives in conversation .