The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1878-05-11
head and her hooked ncsei OF Guy Fawkes
and the Lord George Gordon Riots.

l was just about to fire off the great
krupp gun on mob which had attacked
Windsor Castle, aud Queen Victoria was
looking out at me from King Williams
Tower, when awoke
The misery of London fog is acknowl-
edged wherever British civilization is
known. The rain came pattering down,
filling the streets with sloppy wretchedness
and mud. The miserable weather gave no
respite to the millions whose cry of want
is uDceasing. Dripping and soggy, a rest
less tide of humanity rolled down Oxford
street and the Strand. Women, with
clothes all wet and soaking, pushed carts
along the streets, loaded with vegetables
or fish. Costermongers, driving little dom
keys about the size of a Newfoundland
dog, trotted along, whistIing as cheerfully
as if it had been balmy day in June. All
London was astir, and, indeed, | might
say all England. The chances of dis
turbance with Russia were, for the mo-
ment, forgotten, for the University boat
race was now on the tdpis and everything
else had to give way. Oxford and Cam
bridge were in the ascendant, and until
that important matter was settled, they
had no time to waste on the consideration
of the probable consequences of the thun-
der of British guns awakening the Rus
sian Bear, or even the assassination of the
Earl Of Leitrim among the hills of Done
gal. If you want to see England out for
holiday, just come and take look at her
on Derby Day. or at the time of the Uni
vers!ty boat race. The love of athletic
sports has always found a very warm cor
Ter in the true British heart A hundred
years ago, the prize ring sent member to
the House of Parliament, and noblemen,
whose pedigrces went back to tho con-
queror, stepped into the rope circle to en-
courage their respective favorites.
Now the boat race and the walking
match furnish healthier excitement for
the million, and the elite of Britain's aris-
tocracy, attended by all that is gentle and
beautiful in the land, lend the sanction of
their presence to that which may be called
the National Carnival of the year. But,
the boat race ended, the thing is done
with, and business goes on as before
Nothing impresses stranger in England
more than the grand scale on which every
thing is done. 1t may possibly take them
some time to make up their minds (for no.
body appears in hurry, but when they
have made up their minds, it is no longer
matter of trouble or expense. 1t is no
matter whether it is the sending an army
to the mountains of Abyssiuia, or fitting
out an expedition to the North Pole; sue
corng the starving, wretched millions of
India, or building a railroad depot that
rivals in magnifcence the palaces of her
kings-tEe motto is Thorough" The
The reverence of England for her honored
dead greets yon on every hand.
The gallant Victor of Trafalgar stands
guard over the priceless treasures of the
National Gallery, while Havelock and Ma
pier look up from the granite base to the
grandest of England's Admrals. The
"Great Commoner," Pitt, stands enshrined
over the western entrance to the Abbey,
aud the tablet to his great father, the Earl
of Chatam, stands at the portal on the
north, on which England has testified "her
everlasting gratitude TO the dead son who
raised her to height of greatness and
glory which she had never known before"
Passing along the haliowed aisles, in
which are enshrined SO much of England's
greatness, saw little tablet OF the wall
to John and Charles Wesley. No greater
evidence of England's progress can be
found in all the United Kingdom. The
Church Of England has jealousy guarded
her every right and privilege, and while all
the rest of the nation, at times has been
possessed of the blind fury of the icono-
clast she alone has been the great conser-
vative power whose business it was to
guard the time honored traditions of the
past. Yet here, among the relics of her
saints, among the dry bones and dust of
little tablet to the memory of two humble
disciples of Christ, who in their day and
generation were despised and cast out of
men. All honor to the great Dean whose
deIness and love to bear to future ages the
testimony that all of Christian Service and
Christian Faith is not confined within the
Ritual of the Church of England.
1t has been too much the custom for
travellers from my own and other countries
to attempt to belittle and ignore the ini-
perial surroundings of this magnificent
city. The man must be a mad man or a
fool who can wander from day to day among
institutions which glorify humanity, and
splendid charities which dispense their gra-
cious gifts with lavshness and bounty
unknown in other lands, who can see those
imperial collections to which the earth, the
sea, and the sky in every land have paid
tribute, and not acknowledge freely and
cheerfully that here is a people worthy to
occupy the position that they do, as arbi-
tiers in the destiny of the world. The child
of the English beggar to- day can have free
access to such collection as the grandest
imperial power on the earth could not have
commanded hundred years ago. Here
are hospitals supported by individual boun-
ty, which hold in their free service such
marvellous skill and knowledge as kings
could only command. If man wants to
find fault there is plenty to find fault with
here. The Briton of all past time has man.
fully maintained his iDalienable right to
grumble-he clings to it abroad and he
fights for it at home, and he loves fair play
too we'll to deny that darling privilege to
his French and American cousins.
The great difficulty appears to be that
when brother Jonathan goes travelling, he
forgets to put New York in one brooches
pocket and Boston in the other The
Frenchman is compelled to leave Paris on
the banks of the river Seine, and the Ger
man thinks his lager aud pretzels more
palatable in Vienna or Berlin. Here the
of life are quick, short and sharp.
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