The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1870-05-21

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"Bs . weaknssa. It deserves some pra.ss-
We love the Play-plaee Of our early days"
In few minutes our travelling COM
panions are in the arms of Morpheus,
but no matter how ws turn sleep has
fed and if kind reader, you ever hap
pen to be placed in our situation, You
will understand the reason schy. "Can
it be true" we ask ourselves, eve are
within few hours ride Of the home of
our boyhood, tie banks Of the Bonnie
Tweed : where twenty years ago with
companions now scattered over the habi-
table globe; some in India, some in Aus
tralia, others in America and Canada,
while not few sleep the sleep that
knows no waking We spent the freest,
hsppiest years of our life, unrufied by
single storm, unburthened by single
care. Is it dream, or is it q reality I?
Wait and see.
Here is York, with its ancient minister;
Newcastle with its famous high level
bridge and smoky factories, now one
of the most fourishing towns in Great
Britain. Shortly after daylight the
Ferne Islands, where the heroine of all
heroines-GRACE DARIING-rescued
the surviving passengers Of the Fogfar-
shire from a wstery grave, after the pilots
and fisherman of the coast had declined
to make the fearful ventures passed.
There are Holy Island and Marlborough
Castles, looming up in the distance,
and, and, here is the sight so long,
long, wished for, the harbor and town
of Berwick-upon-Tweed. A few
minutes later we cross the Royal Bor-
der Bridge, erected nearly thirty years
ago, under the supervision of Stephen
son the famous Engineer, and at $50
are landed near the ruins Of the old
castle, every stone Of which contains
history in itself. Yes this il Berwick
and no mistake. This the borough
Victoria referred to, when in her corO-
nation vow, she declared she "would
be faithful to her subjects in Great
Britain and Ireland and the good town
of Berwick-upon-Tweed."
Better take the " Kings Arms bus,
SIR" advises one of the obliging
porters the Red Lion don't amount
to much; bring your luggage in
minute SIR" "Al right, just a. you
say but we happen to know them
both" Asst is market day-Saturday
several farmers and fruiterers' carts
are passed during the ten minutes drive.
We try to catch q glimpse of some
familiar face, but in vain. We feel we
are strangers in q strange land /;
memory is our only companion, and it
il busy one indeed.
After breakfast We take stroll pas
sed the barracks and the old parade
ground. where Adjutant Prettymsn, Of
the s1st regiment, who afterwards dis
tinguished himself for gallsntry in the
Crimea, and was the first officer to dis
cover the advance Of the Russians in
the valley of Inkerman, had his lace
and feathers bedaubed by the rebound
ing Of Q" glaury football" for which
we, in COMMON with the innocents p
received good drubbing.
Opposite is the quaint old parish church,
erected during the commonwealth, one
of the two in Great Britain which
boasts of neither spire nor cross. AS the
door is open, we conclude to enter the
" city of the dead" At the threshold,
an old man meets MS. During q few
minutes conversation, we learn that
new cemetery has recently been open
ed, and that no interments in the old
burial ground are now allowed.
/" Weel," says our informant, 1--WE
make a distinction. If for example,
ye have q wife lying here, and ye die,
we would accommodate ye by bury
ing yos, but otherwise we would take
you to the new place" After thanking
him for the information, we take leis.
ure saunter through the graves. Among
the first which attract our attention, is |
Q tombstone erected to the memory of