The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1878-05-15
No. 20.

SluuDeI, ue Seemeu 10 SLep OOWH
from the canvas, and tell me a jum-
BILE of Cnur-de-Leon and William
the Conqueror; Edward the Con,
fessor, Jane Shore, and the great
Protector; and Henry the Eighth's
three wives, who came out minus
their heads, and good Queen Bess,
with her red head and her hooked
nose; of Guy Fawkes and the Lord
George Gordon Riots. I Was just
about to fire off the great Krupp
gun on a mob which had attacked
Windsor Castle, and Queen Vic
toria was looking out at me from
King William Tower, when 7
awoke. The mssery Of a London
fog is acknowledged wherever Brit
ish civilization is known. The rain
came pattering down, filing the
streets with sloppy wretchedness
and mud. The miserable weather
gave no respite to the millions
whose cry of want is unceasing.
Dripping and soggy, a restless tide
of humanity rolled down Oxford
Street and the Strand. Women,
with clothes all wet and soaking,
push carts along the streets,
loaded with vegetables or fish.
Costermongers, driving little don
keys about the size of a Newfound
land dog, trotted along, whistling
as cheerfully as if it had been a
balmy day in June. All London
was astir, anil, indeed, I might say
all England. The chances of dis
turbanee with Russia were, for the
moment, forgotten, for the Uni7er-
sity Boat Race was now on the
tapis, and everything else had to
give way. Oxford and Cambridge
we're in the ascendant, and till that
important matter was settled, they
had no time to waste on the con
sideration of the probable conse-
quences of the thunder of British
guns awakening the Russian Bear,
or even the assassination. of the
Earl Of Leitrim among the hills of
Donegal. If you want TO see En-
gland out for a holiday, just come
and take a look at her on Derby
Day, or at the time of the Univer-
sity Boat Race. The love of athletic
sports has always found a very
warm corner in the true British
heart: A hundred years ago, the
Prize Ring sent a Member to the
House of Barliament, and noble
men, whose pedigrees went back to
the Conqueror, stepped into the
rope circle to encourage their re-
spective favorites. Now the boat
race and the walking match furnish
a healthier excitement for the
million, and the elite of Britain's
aristocracy, attended by all that is
gentle and beautiful in the land,
lend the sanction Of their pres
ence 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 i'm
presses a stranger in England
more than the grand scale on
which everything is done. It may
possibly take them some time to
make up their minds flor nobody
appears in hurry, but when they
have made up their minds, it is no
longer a matter of trouble or ex-
pense. It is no matter whether it
is the sending an army to the
mountains of Abyssinia, or fitting
out an expedition to the North
Pole; succoring the starving mil
lions of India, or building q railroad
depot that rivals in magnifcence
the palaces Of her kings-the motto
is Thorough The reverence OF
England for her honored dead
greets you on every hand. The
gallant Victor of Trafalgar stands
guard over the priceless treasures
of the National Gallery, while Have
lock and Napier look up from the
granite base to the grandest OF
England's Admirals. The 'Great
Commoner,' Pitt, stands enshrined
over the western entrance to the
Abbey, and the tablet to his great
father, the Earl OF Chatham, stands
at the portal on the north, on which
England has testified 'her everlast
ing gratitude to the dead son who
raised her to a height Of greatness
and glory which she had never
known BEFORE Passing along the
hallowed aisles, in which are en-
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