The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1862-12-30 00:00:00

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CHRISTCHURCH. Tat Nsw FOREST.
After eight centuries it is still the New Forest:
True, its boundaries are smaller, but the main'
features are the same as on the day when first
afFore,ted by the Conqueror. Thenames of its woods,
and streams. and plains are the same. It is almost
the In3t, too, of the old forests with which England ,
was I rmerly so densely clothed. Charnwood is
now without its trees; Wychwood is enclosed; the
great Forest of Arden—Shaltspere's Arden—is so '
no mcre ; and Sherwood is only known by the fame
of Robin Hood. But the New Forest still stands
full of old associations with and memories of the
past, To the bisterian.it tells of the forest laws, and
the d( ath of one of the worst, and the weakness of
of one the most foolish, of English kings. To the eccle-
siolopiat it can show, close to it, the Priory Church
of Clristchurch, with all its glories of Norman.
architecture, built by the Red King's evil coca-
seller, Flambard, end, just outside its boiudaries,
the conventdal chinch of Romsey, with its lovely
Romrnesque triforium, in whose nunnery, Edith,
beloved by the English, their "Good Maud," or as
the chroniclers love to call her, " Beatisaima reghia,"
was educated.

POOR WILL HAVING HAD AN irrnatvair
WITH OLD DAME " C HBO/11/CIA " &IVEtt A
CATALOGUE OF HER QUERIES. IN THE.
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Why does the world revolve and bound emir day-,.
And seem in travel to leave thought behind:
Why does it not move in a gentler way?
Conservative, slow, proper, and relined.
I wonder why great rivers always run,
And why the wind will never quiet be,
And why it thunders loud enough to stun,
And why the ocean moves no ceaselessly !
They tell me that the twinkling stars above
Are never still, but always move about,
And that great comets a billion miles rove
Before they tail, and all do here show oat.
I'm told that light twelve millions miles does go,
While one small minute bounds along its way.
And I am now so old, infirm, and slow,
' That in one spot I needs mast always stay,
I don't Mee change, I wonder why folks grow
From lfttle boys to men, and then get elel,
And why it is that people call me slow,
And say that to the earth I drag-like hold..
Some fellow Vother day my likeness took,
And before I'd fairly settled in my seat,
' He handed me a case and bade me look,
And there I was with wrinkles al complete..
The Telegraph they say brings'alt the news.
And does instanter what did ones take days..
And common folk now, within air, peruse
The Telegram, that all the news displays.
Folks travel now at such a wondrous pace,.
And journey to the antipodes, to see
Some hideous savage with a tattoed face
Instead of staying home and pleasing me.
I wonder why folks have new sorts of birds .
And why the old sorts are discarded quite,
Why do they now improve their flocks and herds,
And prizes have for setting nature right?
There was a time when I wax candles burned,
To write my lead& on a Tuesday night,
But common cobblers say they now have learned
That coal gas is a better, cheaper light.
This progress I can't understand at all ;
I'm fond of pickles, and things the same that stay,
Of Tannic Acid—Granite—Gold—or Gall,
And with such stuff I seasoa what I say.
I know it is not liked,but what is better!
Granite old Egypt used, and conserves too ;
And Tannic Acid makes all akin like leather,
And hence It lasts en;extra year or tens
Progress is the cruel thorn that pierces me;
And gives me all the pains and aches I teal,.
Now bowed with years I only dimly see
The waning shadow of the true and real.
Here the old lady, with a heavy groan,
Became inaudible for sobs and sighs,
And poor Bill left the old dame all alone
With her poor feet, and grief-distorted eyes.