Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-12-26
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odorous with hawthorn. clematis aud all manner
of blossoms.
William was the last king that made the pal
Gee residence. He loved it better than any
other royal abode at his disposal. Windsor was
too far in those days of primitive travel; st.
James and Whitehall were too stuffy He
needed air, and he rode to town and back daily
when affairs of state were not too pressing. 1t
was In mad gallOp through the park that he
met the accident that resulted in his death.
The day was gloomy and the ground wet. His
horse, trusty animal that he had ridden during
all his campaigns in the Low Countries, stepped
into post-hOle. the king was thrown over his
head and broke his collar-b0ne in the fall He
had been suffering from painful malady for
years. and still more acutey during the latter
few months. The fall resulted in his death and
the Jacobins said it was the hand of God pun
ishinS him tor his ingratitude to his eXied
father-in-law James III. Prince Fred. the son
OF George l.. was assigned the place as a resi-
dence; but he hated England and all things
English as cordially as his disreputable old ig-
noralnus OF a father. He was never known to
go on the Thames or hunt. or do any manner OF
thing considered rational in prince.
Since the accession of Victoria the palace has
been given up Ito noblemen ami noblewomen
and army officers widows whose means are
limited. There is a curious colony in conse
quence. The state and conventions observed
are full OF amusement and would give new
Ihackeray ineXhaustible material for such mex
and The NeWcOmes' AS may be imagined
the queens chamberlain in charge of the edfice
mas no small trouble in keeping the royal pen
sloners In humOr: everyone must have his or
her precedence maintained as strictly as at
Buckingham Palace, and this is sometimes
rather difficult matter where poverty never
daunts presumption. There have been as high
as iOo persons sheltered in this royal asylum,
and bearing in mind that there must be GER
tain restraint to enable the guardians of the
fn s,,f,
seen that the Inmates have no idea! life, though
sheltered by the imposing walls of the most
charming royal residence In England.
Even our own Penn staggered in all the
bravery OF his pre- Quaker grandeur in the we'll
Kept pastures of Hampton Court. 1t was in
this palace that one of the remarkable scenes,
which Macaulay describes as shocking the ma
tlOn, was dlsmayed by an intrusion of Friends.
POpe's Arcadian villa of Twickenham is about
step away on the tranquil banks of the Thames.
Many a time with the gallants OF the town the
querulous and registering poet sailed out on
lane and river to astonish the tranquil SWANS
l0Ve-inaklng under the robust oaks and larches.
To modern London Hampton Court is what
Paramount is to Philadelphia in summer
only when the cockney takes his p,easuring
there it is with more intentness than we put
INTO the work. AIRY is hOut' for his g 'alt
0ilday. and he means 4 good deal more by
that than our youthful and efervesccnt pleas
ure-seekers Base guardsmen, tired of Lon
uoh. ooiiic uON W lHuINtS-DlttOu Il perfect
gem of village. Just opposite the lower end of
the court park. Here, ensc0nced in the Swan
inn where Lamb and JerrOld and succeeding
generations OF wits used to seek seciusiOn, not
unmlngled with fine tipple and good company.
the overtaXed gallants of the town lOll around
languldly, Oglng the pretty girls OF Hampton
village and flirting with the demurc danes of
the palaces. Many are the shady rOmances re-
counted by mine host. ineXpressibly solemn and
pOrtentOus the winks of mine hostess as she
hints by gestures only the '.goings on of them
nobleWOmen." lfyOu have summer to spend
In England. go down to this same inn, ask mine
most Tor room looking on the river, and if You
are fond OF a repOseful life with variations Of
beauty IN recreation. you may, while loafing
ana inviting your SOUL see half the beauty OF
London passing before your dreamy eyes as
you look out of your pretty oriel window
wondering If there isn't somewhere a bit of
Aladdlns carpet lett, that your wish to be in any
one OF the scenes of sWift-moyin@ shallOps
hlled with AmaZOnian rOwers. might be gratiticd
WITHOUT the disturbance OF Your d0ce far niente
And when the long English twilight descends
and the nightngales chaunt on the busby dells
OF the park and the owls take up the matirga
In among the yew branches in DittOn church
yard, when the flooding moonlight has become
or the consistency of tilmy air crystals. when the
night is all light and the heart all love, you will
understand the rapture of one who has sum-
mered in this sequestered vale, and in whose
memory there is no scene halt so gracious, no
joys half so honest innocent and worthy as the
alteration Of adorable things suggested and en-
forced in an atmosphere still subtly redoient OF
the gay old arts and beauties OF another time
an elsinOre re-echOing to such ghOstly figures of
martial men and beautiful women as Hamlet
saw in the flesh JUNOT.