Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1882-08-01

later on they show him Mary Stuart
supper room in Holyrood Palace.
Corlantogle Ford is historic too, il
the same way as beinl
SO intimately associated Will
the combat between Roderick DhJ
and James Fitz James. Dear Walter
Scottl l shall 60 to you with a re
newal of the old love. Scotland is /:
perpetual delight to the traveller
There are no unsightly fences
nothing but the greenest Of hedges
and here and there low stone walls
Every field and pasture is a picture
done in different shades Of green, anC
as they lie upon the hillside and in
the valley, in their exquisite setting,
one thinks of Emerson's remark about
England: 1T looks as II it had been
finished with a pencil rather than a
plow." So il does.
Even the thatehed cottages Of
the peasantry have a quaintnesS and
a picturesqueness which give a poetic
grace to poetry itself.
Edinboro is the most beautiful city
in the world, | verify believe. Paris
lays claim to that distinction, and
with great right, but the beauty Of the
two cities is so different as not to bear
comparison. The beauty of Paris is
that of adornmert, Edinboro that
of nature in her sweetest mood. |
have never seer anything half so ex-
quisite as the view of Edinboro as
| assembled the hill which is crowned
by Ediuboro castle. | cannot tell
you Of it. | shall not try. Words
are poor, paltry, mean and meager.
Go and see for yourself. The long
lapse of years has done little to efface
the name of Mary Stuart from the
Scottish heart. The name seems to
be on every lip and her memory in
every heart throughout the land. The
harshest Of her critics pays tribute to
her beauty, her grace and the indeScrib-
able charm Of face aud manner that
won all hearts to herself. Truly is it
said, mo one ever beheld her without
and no one will ever read
her history without sorrow"
The venerable pile Of Holy
rood Palace and chapel is
tull of historic interest. Ia
the chapel, Charles |. was crowned;
and here were married James l.,
Ii. and "; here took place
poor Mary's unfortunate marriage with
Mary's bed-chamber con
the portraits Of Henry VIII. and
Elizabeth. The bed hanRings, tassels
and fringes remain as when Mary last
occupied the room. In one corner is
a dainty mirror, stained and time
worn, and beneath it, her work-stand
containing her last embroidery; this
is done on white silk, in oolors, and
the subject is Jacobs Dream"
Mary's supper room is a small pri-
vate apartment adjoining the bed
chamber. Here Mary was seated
with a few friends, when Darnley and
the conspirators rushed in tor the
assassination of Rizzio. Adjacent is a
small door leading to the secret stair
by which they entered the Queens
apartments.
The picture gallery contains por.
traits of hundred reputad Kings of
Scotland, from the mystic times Of
L. down to the end of the
Stuart dynasty. This apartment was
used by the Pretender as a bathroom,
his occupation of Hollywood.
The Chapel Royal, though shattered
and in ruins, is a deeply interesting
relic to every student Of antiquity.
The surviving tower, which is dis
mantled, is a fine specimen Of the style
Of architecture belonging to the period
of transition from the Romanesque to
the first POINTED or early English
Entering Edinboro castle, we
cross a drawbridge, pass beneath gate
ways with poFtcnllises. along a paved
roadway. Passing up a Aightof steps,
We reach the summit, which commands
a magnificent view of the city and its
surroundings for many miles. Queen
Margaret's chapel, in the Norman
Of architecture, is the most
building in Edinboro.
Queen Msry's room is very small,
about eight feet square, | should say,
and is memorable as the birthplace of
undutijul son 1t was from the
window of this room that he was, for
eight days after, let down in a
and removed to another castle.
In the ante-roomi is a portrait OF Mary
st eighteen, the only one in the world,
| think, which gives US an idea Of the
full perfection Of her fatal dover Of.
beauty. Poor, lovely, i'll fated Mary
How real have been to me during the
last few days all your life. scenes,
the hour your royal foot
touched beautiful but unloved and
unloving Scotland, till the last hour
of your sad life.
At Holyrood Palace and Edinboro
| saw Mary again, a queen and
yet a captive at Salisbury Castle |
shared her weary prison cell, and at
Westminster Abbey | stood silent and
sad beside her tomb.
Lilies htfal fever over, she sleeps we'll"
G. G.