The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1874-06-11
Bailey I'm England.

The Ddnbury Ne,os man is travelling in
England for the benefit of his health and
pocket. This is what he has to say about
Liverpool:
Coming back from the parks / spied
from the cab window the unmistakable
indication of what my soul had painted
student of the old world pants for from
the cradle to its realization---the broken
wall of a ruin. There they lay before me
with the sunlight touching up their
MOSES, and bringing into strong relief
their broken and worn edges. / babe the
cabman to stop, and fastened my'eyes on
the sight. 1t was not very large ruin,
but it was pretty good sized ruin for q
Sunday. pictured to myself the day
when it stood as whole, with its long
line of masters alternating in the posses
sion, and making the walls reverberate
with the flow of mirth and banquetting
How many a merry step had passed
along its corridors, and how many sad
face had peered from its lattices. A flood
of strange, wierd reveries set in upon my
soul and carried me by its power away
down the ages that are gone.
/ said TO the cabman: Chow old a ruin
is thatT pointing to the walls with q
trembling finger.
"That? That's new 'ouse going up
for Peter Stevenson, the linen draper on
George street."
A ne,U house. What! q ne,e house
with fresh mortar, and new paint, and
flying dust, and swearing carpenters, in
this land of antiquity! Is this recently
discovered country that there should
sound within its borders the hammer and
saw of the builder? Is its history lie
and its reputation a worthless bubble
Have / come three thousand miles to
tread ancestral parks, lean on crumbling
pillars, bask in the dim religious light 0l
painted windows, only to buck up against
scaffolding poles, tumble over cement
barrels, and fall on to new paint!
A new house, indeed What business
has new house, or anything else new,
to be here where we have been educated
to expect naught but the hoary, the
antique, and the sublime? What are
hallOwed associations when ones eyes
are smarting with brick dust, and ones
teeth are Travelling in cement? Nothing
absolutely nothing--and more too!
1t is a simple thing, but it has punched
very large hole in the cup of my ex.
pectations. How am to know whether
a building back up against to stir uI
my soul with is eight hundred years OF
eight hundred days old? How do know
but that every builder is supplied with
moss and ivy and verdigris by the barrel
and is bound by his contract to work
them in? This is no way to fool with q
stranger.
Liverpool enjoys one characteristic
which she shares with no other city, and
which makes very deep impression upon
the visitor. Irefer to the match-peddlers
Near to every hotel, and at all public
squares are myriads of children, ragged,
dirty children, vending matches. They
don't sell anything else, and, to tell
the truth, havn't seen them sell
matches; but they are unceasing in
their opportunities to buy. l like
matches as well as anybody can, but I'll
60 long while without food before I'll
eat box of matches.
Speaking of matches reminds me that
they have safety match here, so con-
stituted because of the inability to light
them except when scratched on the box.
/ had gone out on several occasions with
out being provided with matches, on
which occasions cigar had been more
ornamental than useful. The other day
when starting out for an excursion ]
armed myself with some twenty matches,
and when well under way scratched every
bloody one of them before realizing their
nature.
A fog whistle couldn't have made
more noise than did.