Whig Republican. [volume] (Lexington, Miss.) 1840-18??, 1840-12-17
MISCELLANEOUS.

W y u L n IL U U D.
From correspondence Of the ". Y. american.
Boston, eng. oliver Cromwell.
In traVersing the counties of Essex, Suffolk,
and Norfolk, on the coast of England, have
been struck with the similarity in the names
of the towns and those in eastern Massachu-
sets, strong indication that the goodly New
England State was settled by emigrants from
this part of old England. / could not feel
| like foreigner N Ipswich Chelmsford, NAL
den, Braintree, Waltham, Lynn, Attleboro,
| bingham, Yarmouth, Sudbury, Haverhil,
Stow, Marlboro, or Needham, and | am quite
at home here in Boston. Identity of language
strengthens the deluson But the charm is
easily broken. This isnot The Boston. Nor are
these plains, extending for scores of miles,
with scarce an elevation to rest the eye upon;
these prime hedgerows; these tile-rooted vii
lagos, whose church-bells have toled the knell
| of centuries; these Wiley clad women and
children, cleaning the harvest fields to gather
the straws which the hand of parsimony has
dropped; these donkey-carts creeping to mar
ket with the Iaborng mans pittance; these
naughty liveries, lavish of power and pomp;
these, these are not the England. Who would
exchange them for the free soil, the free lands
of that
Land of the forest and the rock,
OF dark blue lake and mighty river,
! OF mountains reared alOft to mock
The storms career, the lightning's shock
My own green Land forever
| Though the zig-zag route we followed from
! Ipswich to Boston furnished many objects of
interest will barely allude to two or three
of them. There was Bury St. Edmunds,
with its great Abbey, built by William the
Conqueror, now pile of ruins covering many
acres. An extensive botanical garden, fringed
and interviewer with every variety of plants
and flowers, occupies what was once the inte-
rior quadrangle of the Abbey. Two of the
main gateways, in good preservation, impress
the beholder with all that is chaste and ma
iestic in the combination of Norman and Sax
on. Some handsome dwelling houses have re-
Gently been inserted in the old walls. and their
gay modern windows. green doors, and red
roofs mingling with the hoarv antiquity of the
Abbey, give it q romantic and unique appear
I ance. '=------A
We stopped in Cambridge long enough to
admire one of the choicest specimens of G 9TH
ic work in England, the Chapel of Kings
College: and to catch glimpse at the flowing
gowns and brisk caps of the literary loiterers
on the banks of the ''Classic CAM Retur-
ming from a ramble through the crooked streets
/ of the towR-n which there is an odd mixture
of meanness with magnifcence-we found our
/ post-chaise at the hotel door. Promising our
selves another visit to Cambridge after we
had seen its rival, Oxford, our horses leaped
towards Huntingdonshire, the birth place and
residence of Oliver Cromwell, the humble
brewer Of Huntingdon. the puritan farmer of
st. Ives, the matchless conqueror of Naseby,
and far-sighted and high minded Protector of
the British Commonwealth. Those who have
copied Cromwell's character from the prejudi-
ced pages of Hume and Goldsmith, will wonder
that we fingered two or three days with increas-
led interest around the youthful haunts of this
'sHypocrite and Usurper.'' But, so it is. Our
hearts swelled as we stood on the spot of his
birth in the homely little town of Hunting
don. Even the dust on the walls of It's old
/ schcol-room, where "Cromwell's desk" is
shown, was precious in our sight. We spent
gratifying hours in looking at his handwriting
(bold and strong, like the mani inscribed on
the Church records when he was warden OF
St. Ives, and in walking through the house
and over the farm he SO long occupied in that
retired village, when training his mind and
heart for that struggle whose earthquake was
1 to topple, headlong, the sanctifed corruptions
I of ages. Our free blood grew warm in riding
over the plains cultivated by the IndepeE dents
of Huntindonshire-the "Ironsides' of the
revolutionary army-whom Cromwell fired
with hatred of kingly and priestly tyranny
which, in after years, marshaled by his skill
In the field, swept:to ruins the legions of ar
arrogant court and hierarchy, like chaff before
the whirlwind All this may seem wild en-
thusiasm. But, who that loves freedom o
conscience in religious faith and ecclesiasti
!, cal government, will not admire the bold ant
consistent champion of this priceless prnci
pie!
An impartial biography of Oliver Cromsrel
is yet to be written. Royal nave disc .
ed of him. He said to Sir Harry Vane.l l :,
would as soon put up my sword THROUGH Il,
heart of the King as that of any Other naa
What aren't in. the sacred veil which sIrnnd