The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1882-07-11 00:00:00

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BT. MARY'S BCHOOL TREAT.

The ehiMren b-longing to St. Mary's, Christ Chnrc,
and Rodin°le Sun lay Schools, numbering ab ut 900
or 1,000, were to have had a combined I rest on Tu-.d.y
afternoon, and indeed exoellent arrangements were
made, and, as far as human foresight could miser-, it
would bays been a delightful boll ay. Mr. R.
Eliot had kindly -lent Redipole Ewelesse, end there
were conveyed the swings and other fittings fleets.? y
for paring the tune in.& jolly manner. All the Moen'
log the little folks were in a state of excitement
tempered by cup", and this care S goodly number
solved by purchasing bran ROW tin ones. Tb youg
people, who werent quite sure whether they
grown people or not, decked themselves in tbe smarted
attire tlAt:iiris (beg pardon! the young women) t
evideOtl some inkling both of the fashin o 4
whet the ook• -glass said, and a pretty sight the
schools prssent.d as they mustered at the side of the
Masonic, Hall. Banners bore approptiate legends, the
name of the school was duly uplifted, "Train up a
child," ic., was lettered high, and trnion eliCki,
ensigns, plaid red;cr, is banners and flags of all
varieties to suit fancy were aflutter, even the green
ensign of Ireland combined the union jack aol the
harp of the sad country on green or ,und. They
marched, with high hopes down St. 'lb dre,t
and up St. Mary-street, the Original Brunswick It
In smart uniform, playing cheerfully, and wavons
filled with little slips and buds of the rising generd
ooming on behind, veritable nurseries. How the
little hearts swelled at the delightful triump)sl
procession with " Oor Rector," Rev. J. H. :4 .4,
" our teachers,' bat we c at name thetas all, our II C..
our band, and our fathers and our coo' her', our
uncles and our cousins and our mars, coming to see
them. And so they marched, or ro,•e, or trotted up the
Dorchester turnpike, and turned off by the Ii
Sp&H.iuse towards Rs lipole between the trees. N. t
far on they turned into the Ewe-lease, and what a
pretty sight was there. Weymouth lay away to the
south, just glorified by mist an distance an I
occasional peeps of sun, in front lay the—what, Dever
the Backwater, no Ralip de Lake, with Swanuerl
Island bre eking the blue surface, and eta•ely
swans lazily doing the grand on its
To the left the trains come tutfing iil
smoking up the narrow way, the Borrack.neld
villas flower-edged, peeping over, and a gad mass .4
trees seemed to swallow up the trains, that thutniered
awey towards Upwey. In front was a delightful
slope of greensward, oh I so much nicer than Bo
yellow Sands; over in that corner, under that grog
of trees are the swings, and across the lake rise m .re
green hills. They were green when we look"!; bat
how dark it gets? How the blue shades into sla•e
away to the west! And really there are some dril
of rain. ' Rain, rain, go away," is the li•tle .ces
invocation; but it won't; the drops c .me faster awl
faster from the leaden sky, and a few make rual,ts
down the clean-washed faces of the youngest. The
horses have been put in at Mr. Jesty'n close by ; t'et
we can't go just as we've seen Mr. Eliot's beautiful
field, so Mr. S. B. Milledge, Mee, Robertson, Mice
Eliot, Mr. Smith, Mr. Hunt, and the rev. geutletueo.
who are not afrai I of cold water, are all astir.
Tents are hastily fitted up besides the one already
there, and by great energy, the cake and tea doe.
vanish in the right direction to keep the c.. 1,1 onl•
Mrs. Hemet had made some capital cake, e'
heard; but really there was so much to do, that when
It came to taking • stand-n
tent. 'twas taken in more haste than the children of
Israel used on the unleavened bread and roaat lamb oo
Passover Night. And we were afraid, not perhaps .4 the
first-born being missed in every house, but of the last
little darling being laid up with the sneezing indoors,.
Of course those boys would be cricketers, an I *rent at
that solemn game in a more than usually iolerue
cup and morsel under the
manner, while the merrier ones sent the football
picking up a drenching from the grass Down agnin't
trees the boys and girls swung in happy oblivion of tee
rain being anything to hurt, and by the way they were
at it, %would have taken a deluge to wash them awe,.
The true tower of Babel is a swing-frame, and there
you have the confusion of tongues without the doper'
sion following. Over the low shore under shelter .4
that limekiln those watching the swans and the tiro
seemed to be eatiefie I to gaze. And so we leave them
and return to the tent.. H. re you have hot and cold
w der laid on, steaming tea in caps, while merry girls
hold up their mugs and catch the descending ehosers,
thereby momentarily
saving the cake-cutter's
A little surge, and how nic• it is to feel the ambroo !
ste.w-ee 'eecending between your collar and your °eel;
A colon.• .iream a .proac th hee ua, 'tis e banner. i
alive h.. by scholars determined to retreat in ~rier.
Mr. S. S. Niilledge as usual is übiquitous, • wwebY
alderman aid J.P, ia fetched by his carrisge.
the ladies ars already enveloped as to their prettl
costumes bl wateeproois, their faces divided hotness'
vexation Ind the. ttoty at everybody to keep up the

apirite ,4 the world by looking bettetiful. A repidly
changing scene In which Mr. Hunt, Mr. 13urroors
(c 41.1 t a hasty cup of ten), Mr. Richard Eliot and
the Rev. J. Soott keeping Imperturbable smiles under
dilficoltiee, the little On hole'ed In the wsg4ons,
orykr, Joseph stowed along.' le Benjamin, still
smaler, the waggons a/I teeming, the homes on the
strain, and the retreat Roc -estfully commenced. The
rein won't stop, It comes down thicker end hes.ier ;
but e, have only two miles to do, and never mind, we
bane had our cake and tea, and a lot of inn we didn't
aspect. and, some lire afternoon. gee If we dou'i
again.