Litchfield enquirer., 1844-02-08

and when they set table for you lady not only
 pouring tea, but making it on the table on which
 they always place the Caddy with boiling kettle
 on the hob (or pillarl of the grate The waiter
 liter he has placed all the table retires and you
 have it all to yourself quite like home. And they
 give you in England such fine bread and butter, hot
 mullins for tea and breakfast, fresh eggs, delicious
 tea and coffee and for dinner such fine lamb and mutton, and the roast beefof England is very fine.
 I think we have as good beef but we have no Ches-
 hire Cheese, and the cream cheese, (what we call
 pot cheese) is here most exquisite. have cer-
 tainly realised the comfort of an English Inn.- Every thing about York bears the stamp of age.-
 The structure, material, and color of the houses the narrow and irregular streets, all betoken an
 age gone by. The second story projects over the lower, and if there is above that projects
 the 2d, so that in narrow street you may almost shake hands across the street, out of the upper
 windows. The side walks are only wide enough for person. and the red tiled roofs in ridges with troughs between, all look strange and begin to feel very antique myself. fancy when I look in the glass; have grown old and certainly feel older
 than did, having lived gear in the past week know not what is yet before me,yet feel agreatre
 gret in leaving York. am now at Durham shave attended church in the Cathedral. to day (Sunday) This is another relic ofby gone times. twas built in the 11th century and the body of the patron saint
 Saint Cuthbert) is buried here He was first buried at some other r.ca in the 9th century, but alter wards was removed here, his body and clothes in which he was buried being at the time of the removal in perfect state. His body was again taken up in 1887, and but little remained of the holy Saint Cuthbert. In the cathedral, are many old monu- ments, one to the venerable Bede. Several knights in armor reclining, but very much broken and muti lated. On the side of one of the towers in niche is carved cow, and two milk-maids, connected with which is a legend telling how Durham came by its name. There some fine buildings con- nected with the cathedral the Deans Palace he pre- bendaries, the Hospital ana "i1 Durham castle, ten years since converted into a college. They all stand on the bank of the Wier, which ban are ve- ry high and covered both sides of the rlSer, which IS narrow, with beautiful woods, through which fine walks, like our, ,Hoboken, ,and extend ing some three miles up the river. The houses in1 both York, and Durham, are built with the upper stories projecting over the under, and here in New Castle, upon Tyne (vhere I am now writing) the houses are some six or seven stories high, having one wide projecting window in front, the windows in each story projecting a little over the under, having the appearance of high houses piled one on the other The roads and streets throughout Eng land, are all M'Adamised and as smooth as floor, and they drive their coaches at the rate of 10 miles an hour. The street in which we are, at Newcastle upon Tyne) is called Grey, and is lined with buildings on either side looking like palaces extending near half mile and at the head of the street on high hill, is a tall monument with statue of Earl Grey, on top.-{ Tuesday, June 27) To day between New Castle and Melcose Abbey, we have passed tine most delightful country. The English turnpikes are as smooth as floor and their coaches are made to carry Is outside and within, but those who set inside are shut out entirely from seeing anything of the country. So we took our places on the top and though it was very cold with specimen of the Scotch mist did not re- gret my choice, They have four horses to each coach, and change every miles, travelling with
 great speed. We saw many fine places on our way and then they have such pretty names. There
 was Belso Castle Otterbcry Tower, Ankrum, Ruth
 erford, Raveasworth and Guernsey Place--Do they
 not sound well ]! prs ".'3'f r't.t'''' fiA''.' s The hedges here are in full bloom, some white, some pink blossoms, and as thickly clustered as our Towering almond. When we came in sight of
 the Cheviot hills however the face of the country changed materially from beautifully cultivated fields to bleak barren moor extending for m:les around and covered with thick black bushy grass
 which is the Scotch heather; having no fences to divideit and only separated from the roadby white painted posts, tipped with black to guide the dr- vers when the ground is covered with snow, On the tops of these mountain temples (the Chey- iots) are cairns or stones piled up in pyramidal
 form to serve as land marks to the shepherds in win ter. The sides of these hills or mountains are scattered over with innumerable focks of sheep with their shepherds tending them They wear gay woolen cap, plaid thrown over the. shoulders and brought around the waist and tied under the left arm, and have crook in their hand and dog at their feet and you frequently circular enclo sures of stone well for sheep folds This s reafi- ring the romance of story books but 1t seems to me more beautiful in reality than ever dreamed of in imagination Before ascending the mountains there is a tract of country very much resembling Connecticut with circular stone fences at the top of the ridge there is white stick, and this Is the boundary between England and Scotland It IS here 1900 feet above the level of the and very cold huf fhe viayu is rich indeed for here are the mountains Cheviot and Teyiot and they arc not covered with shrubs and trees like ours, but with grass which feeds the hocks of sheep scattered all over their sides. Those in the distance enyel- oped in mist which makes them blue color and others are cultivated and exhibit different colors accordingly to the vegetation with which they are covered. On the Scottish side, the country is much more magni6cent-more like America. The ridges of the mountains are seen on every side as you wind through the valies between, and Chev- iots stream vends its Way through these valles its sides covered with beautiful trees by which you can trace its course for miles. Among these is the Labarnum, as high and large as our pear tree. its branches dropping with the weight of its golden blossoms and long narrow strips of pine forest with their dark and soTnbre green, and like our Ameri- forests the foliage of the trees is here of every shade of green adding in my view much to the beau ty of the landscape. Among other things we pass cd a monument to mark the spot where Douglass fell at the battle of " Chevy Chase" We have ar rived at Edinburgh, of which you may expect some account in my next; as well of Dryburgh, Abbey Melrose and Abbotsford. God, bless you both my dear children, is the prayer of your aiiec tionate mother. fs1'7s 'Hslsi. ,f H c. 2
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