The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1882-08-10

That, the first four lines of Jean Inge-
B4w's Divided" describes the yegeta-
non of Scotch highlands early in July
better than anything else. Indeed, all
through this beautiful and romantic dis
Ariet was reminded more and more of
Jean InGelow's descriptions and meta
Rhors. Her admirers will think of her
constantly.
You will be surprised at the size and
richness of eOlOring of the flowers in
Scotland. There is pretty fashion of
putting them on the dinner tables at
hotels, which cannot be too much ad-
mired or recommended for our own
country. We found pansies very com
mon in the Highlands, quite twice the
size of the largest | ever saw at home.
The "foXgloye" mentioned above grows
wild in riotOus prOfusiOn, in great red
spikes, much like our finest specimens
Al the gladiOlus. The bonnie blue bells
AZ Scotland shake their mist-cOvered
heads proudly as you ride by. And the
Ferns-yOu should only see the ferns!
They tower like the antlers OF great
stag, and thrive like dOg-fennel in the
outskirts of a slOvenly Ohio village.
They seem determined to grow In sheep
pastures.
"What makes so many ferns on that
hillside look brown, as if they had been
broken OFF," 1 asked our Highland
HThey've been cut" said he, in his
ArOad Scotch. "The ferns TAX every
thing"
Think, now, of moving down ferns as
a nuisancel
You will never understand so we'll
what living green means till you come
10 Scotland. The verdure is indescrib-
ably restful to look at, cool, dark and
rich. Indeed, everything seems to me
sestful over here. That Is one of the
strongest impressions it gives me. With
as the fierce, bright sunshine dries up
Ahe strawberries and diminishes the
glze, and burns out the color of various
R0wers. 1t is small fruit and berry time
acre now, and an American is glad to
nave opportunity of comparing the cher
mes and berries with our own. Straw
Aerries are generally better than ours;
NaseiOus, tender and sweet. In size
ahey are regular whales, and they don't
need any sugar. Our British brethren
always seemed to me little demented
Sn the subject of gOOseberries. 1 now
understand their lunacy better. The
aSttle sour, tough knot of that name
Which we know, here'puffs itself out till
il becomes large, fat, tender and sweet.
The difference in the average cherry Is
almost equally noticeable.
Why is this thuSP as Artemus Ward
remaTky. 1t is because of the moist,
steady climate. The eternal green is
fhe result of eternal rain. ga Scotch
Mist vets an Englishman to the skin"
Is favOrite saying here. We had on
hoard the Circassia an ancient mariner
ghom we dubbed Captain Cutie. He
vas an American citizen, who started
n life canny Scot, and he was return
lng to his native land after an absence
Rf more than generation. He looked
at the shores of bOnny Scotland, mud
ay, rainy and gloomy, and raised both
hands.
''Aweel, aweel," said he, sit was rain
IN when 1 left Glasgie, forty years ago,
and it's rainin' moo. suppose it's been
sainin' ever since"
1t undoubtedly has from the looks of
Ihings.
ut really rains third of the time in
Scotland, doesn't it?" we asked ma
ave.
Scotty didn't like to admit it. He
kemmed and hawed, and then smiled
srimly, and at last owned up and con-
2es5ed it was Maybe a5oot that. Ii
you come to the Highlands don't fail to
shoes and umbrellas. You will need
them all, and more too. We tourists
EOde twenty miles in open wagons along
1he skirts of the Scotch lOchs, the other
Gay, and there wasn't an hour of the
Ime that the rain didn't pour. Did we
spoil our good hats? Ask the punster of
she party how it was with his new silk
"pIng." The Scotch mist which vets
IN Englishman to the skin browns an
american, blOts him out completely.
But the Scotch don't care for the rain
4 particle. Bless you, no! They mind |
4 no more than a Cineinnatian would a |
Sake of SCOT upon his nose. They say
they never take cold from it. They |
thrive on it-grow to giant size. Scotch |
people, horses, cattle, pansies, yes, and |
Scotch hands and feet, are the biggest l |
ayer saw.
En the rural districts the women GER
iainly must have the finest compilations |
IA the world-liteTally rose and lily. |
Eou see they don't get the fierce, dry
sunshine enough to shriyel and tan
fhem. Our American epidermis re-
minded US rather of a cold roast potato
skin, when we looked at some of the
Scotch waiting maids at the hotels.
Two especially l shall never forget
Whom we caught glimpse of at StrOn-
8Ghlache. q dare you to pronounce 1t
and get it rightly These pretty, round
armed creatures were spreading out
linen upoh the grass to dry in exactly
Ahe way we read about it as far back as
Bonner. That is, they we're spreading it
lut to soak. Their color was almost
dazzling. 1t was really as velyety, pure,
Sair and rich as the loYeliest rose petal.
4 woman wouldn't mind living in eter-
nal rain if she could have such COM
alexiOn as that. If our American ladies
could only import It'll Any amount of
dfuty wouldn't be a circumstance. We
could at once knock the tariff off of
everything else, set up free trade, with
1st this single exception, with all the
world, and then pay the National debt
and gouge out the Mississippi from end
10 end in five years, merely with the
8uty on Scotch compilations; and, we'd
still have enough left to pension the
poor soldiers all over again every year
Just before election time. We noticed,
however, the Scotch women in the cities
were by no means so beautiful. We
have crossed Scotland from west to east,
and have come down to London through
the heart of England, and we have
scarcely seen a well-dressed woman yet,
unless it was an American. The women
look, as they stand in their clothes, like
poorly filled out meal-bags.
1t seems to me that the most striking
approach to Europe and the British Isles
must certainly be, for an American, the
route by which we came, steaming