The Daily Times.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1860-09-03 00:00:00

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In order that the redder May have a clear .notion Of.
the situation of the Various lodges, we May here 'state
that the LiVerpoel Lode is at the southwestern extre-
mity of the park, and a short distatice to the-left Of
the Ettiyton entrance. By this lodge pedestrians, horse-
men, and carriages poured in one continuous stream
from an early hour in the forenoon until fdur o'clock
p.m. From Liverpool, Knotty Ash, and the Old Swart,
'the shandries, and gigs, and cabs, and carriages formed
an almost unbroken line during the time we have just
mentioned, The, appearance of the travellers, both on
foot and Mended, was grotesque in the extreme; some
of those who had availed thernschoes df cabs had met
with mishaps of the most ludicrous description,—Wheels
had been torn off, and the collisions were by no means
few in nuniber; These slight Misfortitries, however,
beidg Una Voidable, front the crowded state of the road,
Were borne with the greatest plod htimotir. it wonldi
indeed, have been'strange had it not been so ; here were a
number of people abOut to enjoy themselves through the
liberality of Lord Derby, in one of the finest parks in
this shire, and, under these circumstancs, would they not
not have greatly wanting in the respect due to them-
selves, as well as to their noble host, if they allowed
such trifles to sour their temper ? . Everyone will reply
in the affirmative, arid the thousansd of smiling faces
and merry latighs on this occasion showed that those
.people thotight so too, It *mild, be, of coarse, impossible
to estimate with any great degree of aectiraty the
number who entered the park by this lodge alone, but
we are certainly within the truth when giving ga,ooo
as an approximate amount. Nothing could exceed the
general good conduct of the almost unending proces-
sion ; and it was a most noteworthy feature that there
was an entire absence Of that disorderly and riotous
conduct which is but too frequently exhibited by certain
indilidnals oil the occasion of great gatherings such as
the present. ln this respect, ,indeed, our duty is a
most pleasing one ; for whether it was at the particular
place we have cited, or whether it was inside the park,
the conduct, of the thousands of spectators compels us to
speak in the highest terms of commendation. After
passing through the.-lodge the spectator entered the
park, the pedestrians taking up thcir station imme-
diately outside the enclosure, while the carriages and
horsemen were so placed as to form the outside ring:
The regulations which had been issued-respeeting die`
position to be occupied' by the spectators were strictly
adhered to, and the consequence was that the greatest
.regularity- and order prevailed -throughout.
THE ARRIVALS AT CROXTETIJ LODGE.
" From Liverpool to West Derby, along the edge of
the Earl of Sefton's Park. through the Little Wood on the
Sefton estate, to the Knowsley Lodge at Croxieth. the
roads were lined with spectators from a cmnparatively
early hour. The West Derby omnibuses,running at
short intervals from Liverpool, were _loaded with tre-
mendous freights of living beings. chiefly ladies, •Who
were set
,clown at the village of West Derby,- Traps,
carriages, phaetons, cars, cabs, and all manner of vehicles,
even carts and waggons, conveyed hundreds to the spat
'nearest the park on the Croxteth route, whence they-
proceeded on foot to the scene of the review. The
majority, however were pedestrians; humble and without
humility, from Liverpool, from the neighbourhood of
Old Swan, from the villages nearest West Darby, and
from West Derby itself. In this motley procession
childhood, youth, manhood, womanhood, and old age
were represented, forming a careless throng of rich and
poor, of tradesmen and merchants, of shopmen and
shopowners, of employers and their employes, labourers
and men who had never laboured, at least with their
hands, of husbands and their wives, fathers and their
sons, mothers and their daughters, gallants and their
sweethearts, whose plumes, displaying all the rainbow
hues, added_ brilliance .to that remarkable scene. The
descriptive powers of the writer are not great enough to
pourtray its magnificence. Indeed what artist pictured
successfully all the beauties of a rich and varied load-
scape? Who but.a Hogarth could paint expressiOns of
mirth and sorrow to any advantage ? When did Rey-.
nolds depict boisterous laughter and uproarious pleasan_
try ? What Rafael or pre-Raffael, Lytton, or Dickens,
can tell minutely, truthfully, ofall he sees and feels—
can use living language -to express joy or regret at
elevating wisdom or piteous folly, at humble greatness
or assuming smallness, at unobtrusive virtue or at
shameless shame ? You leave West Derby, with its
graceful churches, in the rear, and stride, with many
more,- along a narrow winding path, edged in on
both -. sides by verdure and wild flowers which
ll the .• air with a fragrance grateful to the senses,.
and invigorating • to- your frame, wasted -and shattered
in the .busy -haunt's of the city,. where you have been
imbedded for- -months or for years. with your only
friena4' the men that .bought and sold you along with
their-Jaerchandise, your only solace, the tinkling, gold,
Hglittering for a: moment,- only within your reach,:—
Vanisliedinci:l•4o:lost, . leaving yeti pciorer and more
miserable,: Oa-Ore:worn and fatigued than before. The
breeze .wafts-.odours'to your bosom, and brings back the
faded-roses to your cheeks. The sun that has kepefor
months- hiS tiilliance: and: h. is chfieling rays to himself,
is ambitious to light'up nature expressly for your plea-
sure,—

PleasnreimPerial fair, hots PT
Thy empire, and how wide thy sway.
Every bush, and hedge, and tree is covered with the
birds of song,- which scatter music all around. The
lark ascends to heaven and- rains delicious notes like
summer morning's dew, Sweet, clear, and enlivening. in
yonder bush the strains hie sonorous throat,
and answers with unceasing sweetness the echo from
the distant glen. Your ear is alternately filled with
soothing melody and with the sound of the boisterous
happiness of your companions. Your eye revels among
the lovely and the magnificent—wanders rapturously over
miles of the most beautiful country, resting now upon yon-
der mountain, whose head communes with the clouds,
whose feet are washed by the waters of some merry brook,
or murmuring river—now upon a spire, which, sparkling
in the sunlight, towers high above surrounding trees;
now revels among the various objects of the landscape—
the woods, the castles, and the plains—the wild flowers
dancing on the meadows, and, the cornfields crowned
with golden ears. bending—raising with the breeze,
like waves of fairy oceans, fraught with treasures far
more priceless than whole worlds of pearls. From this
enchanting scene you move on under arches of poplar
and oak. As you advance the crowd•becomes larger and
larger ; a flag suspended over a massive gate announces
that, you are within a step or two of Knowsley-
park. It is just twelve o'clock. The gate swings
backward upon its hinges, and the masses in front
rush within the enclosure. You feel tired probably,.
and seek a seat beneath a *reading hawthorn