The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1857-12-04
An American Traveller in England in

1A a. AAO1 Ivan 4AoV6lI6I III En- Ldnu Ii
1865.
We must fancy our American traveller to be
handsome fellow, whose suit of Sables only
made him look the more interesting The
plump landlady from her bar, surrounded BY
her china and punch-bowk and stout gided
bottles of strong waters, and gliiterng rows of
silver dagons, looked kindly after the Young
gentleman as he passed through the inn-hall
from his post-chaiSe, and the obspouous cham
berIan bowed hlm up sarso the Rose or the
Dolphin. The trim chambrrnaid dropped her
best courtsey Tor his fee, and Gombo,in the ian
kitchen, where the townsloIk drank their mug
OF ale by the great fire, Dragged of his young
masters splendid house 10 Virginia, and Of the
immense wealth to which be vas heir The
post-chaise whrled the trayer through the
most delightful home scenery his eyes had ever
lighted on.
If English landscape is pleasant TO the Amer
lean OF The present day, who must needs con-
trast the rich woods and glowing pastures, and
pictures que ancirn! villages Of the old country
with the rough aspect of his own, how much
pleasaner must Harry Warrngton's course
have been, whose journeys had lain through
swamps and forest solitudps from one Virginian
ordinary 10 another lighthouse at the end of the
days route, and who now lighted suddenly
upon the busy, happy, splendid scene of En-
glsh summer!
And the high-road hundred wears ago, was
was not that grass-worn desert Of the present
time il was alive with constant travel and
traffic: the Country towns and inns swarmed
with life and gaiety. The pondrrous wagon,
with its bells aud plodding tram: the light post
coach that achieved the Journey from the White
Hart, Salisbury, 10 the Swan with Two Necks,
LONDON, in two DAYS; the strings Of pack-horsps
that had not yet left the road: my lords gilt
post-chaise and six, with the outrideFs galloping
on a-hrad; the country squlre's great coach and
heavy Flanders mares; the farmers troairsg 10
market, or the patson jolting to the Cathedral
town on Dumping, his wife behind on he pill
!ion-all these crowding sights and Jrsk peo-
pie greeted the young traveller on his summer
journey.
Hodge, the farmers boy, took off his hat, and
Polly, the miIkmaid, bohbed courtesy, as the
chaise hirlrd over the pleasant vilIage-green.
and the whiteheaded children lifted their chub-
by faces and chpered. The church spires
glistened with gold, the cottage-gabIes glared in
sunshine, the great elms nurmured 10 summer.
or cast purple shadows over the grass. Young
Warrington never had such glorious day OF
witnessed scene SO delightful.
To be nineteen years ofage, with high health
high spirits, and a full purse: to be making
your first journey, and rolling through the coun,
try in poslchaise at nine miles an hour-C
happy yonth almost it makes one young tc
think Of him Bot Harry was too Eager to give
mote than passing glance at the Abbey al
Bath, or gaze with more than moments won.
der at the mighty minister at Salisbury. Unit
be behed Hone IT seemed to him he had nc
eyes for any other place.-Ihe Virginians-
Il Tale Of the Last Century. By ". III
Thackerag.