The northern tribune. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1847-1855, 1848-02-04

shrubbery and a few such things, and the re-
semblance to English scenery would be very
striking only there would still be wanting
the old matched roof villages, the grey and
time worn churches, and the little winding
brooks overhung with shrubs and trees. An
one particular only was disappointed in
English scenery. The country houses general
ly, excepting of course the elegant seats Of
the NOBILITY, have far less that is picturesque
and beautiful about them than l imagined.
Here and there you find those which exhibit
taste in their structure, and in the arrange
ment of gardens, trees and vines around them
in the way of ornaments but great many
are very inferior in appearance. being meanly
small, and without any air of elegance or COM
Tort. we saw, however, many things to
awaken interest all the way. Stafford Castle,
| in Staffordshire, looked down upon US from
its commanding eminence, with truly feudal
aspect. Northampton, Birmingham, Cow
entry, and several other places attracted our
special attention as we passed. We had an
ticipated great pleasure in the approach to
London but before we reached the neighbor-
hood of the great Metropolis it was too dark
to see, and we of course lost the distant pros
pect of the city. .lv-T
On the morning of the first day after our
AS we walked down Strand began to be re-
minded of those great men whose names have
become strongly associated with many of
its localities, by the frequent mention of them
in their writings. Strand itself suggested
Johnson, along with his celebrated stanza,
made to show that there was no necessary
connection between rhyme and poetry
put my hat upon my head,
And walked out into Strand; of
! And there met another man, .r
| With his hat in his hand.
Then came Fleet Street, in garrett of which
the great Moralist says that he wrote, without
having heard the speech, the well known re-
port of Mr.. Pitts celebrated reply to Walpole;
an assertion which one can easily believe,
for every sentence of it is Johnsonian. A
little farther on was Temple Bar, an arch and
gateway belonging to the old London wall,
and extending across the street; and beyond
this, Ludgate Hill all names SO often heard
that they seem like old acquaintance. Stop
-look-see this Passing that slight curve
has brought ST. PAuL's before us. Yes, there
it is, just as it looks on the covers of the
penny picture books where used to see it.!
Well. we will walk about 1t, but will not enter
now. This street that passes around it some
what in the form of an ellipse. is called St.
Pauls Church Yard !; and there is good Mr..
Newbury's bookstore which Irving has made
immortal. Here is door wide open we
must just look in we will not stay to view the
whole. We enter. There are the statues Of
many distinguished men, looking down on US
from their marble pedestals. There is john
son himself-a statue of full size. Read the
Latin inscription it is appropriate-and tells
you that the monument was erected by the
admirers of his genius. There are Generals
who fell in battles and among them Sir
Edward Buckingham, who commanded in the
memorable attack on New Orleans. There
too is Sir Ashley Cooper, whose name is known
to men of science throughout the world and
SO on through long catalogue of illustrious
names. But bark what sweet and solemn
sounds are those that come reverberating
down the nave 1t is the hour of morning
prayer; and company of boys all dressed in
white are chanting in the choir. We look In
through the screen, the door of which is
locked at the commencement of the service
the clergy and chanters make up full half of
the audience. Now Verger invites US to so
over the whole building. We cannot resist;
and as we begin to ascend, wonder after won
der meets US. There is the library-the floor
made in mosaic of oak-not nail in it. There
is the winding stair case that seems to support
itself; there is the original model OF St.
Paul's as constructed by Sir Christopher Wren,
the whispering gallery, and SO on to the top.
We climb through small opening into the
Golden Ball-for the sake of saying that we
did it-nearly four hundred feet from the
ground. The top of the cross which sur
mounts the ball, is four hundred and four
feet high.
From the top we descended to the founda-
ton. There in the crypt sleep many celebrat-
ed persons. We paused longest at Nelson's
| tomb; because this is most conspicuous OF
any which the place contains. But what most
interested me about it was, not that it enclos-
ed naval hero, but that Nelson occupies the
very sarcophagus which Cardinal Woolsey, in
the days of his renown, caused to be made as