Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1883-06-22

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Day before yesterday We took tea with a
gentleman who attends our meetings, and
bat wall between us and the spot where
Coleridgo wrote his Ancient Mariner"
Ills villa was next door to M. A little fur
Their down the street stands the house OF
Ireton- Cromwell's son-in-law not far
from the Wilmington Stone, already de.
scribtd in a former letter. This gives Eng.
land her greatest charm. Every step one
takes Is over historic ground and one is
thrilled atevery turn in meeting what has
been read about but never realized Mrs.
Steerforth and Rose Dartle lived nj High
gate, and George has been trying to identi.
fy the old-fashioned red brick in which
these unfortunate women hid the one her
pride aud the other her smotherej volcano
Of passionate love. One Of the most in
teresiing things we have seen in London is
the original NJ ) : Of many Of Dickens
famous works. They are in the $. Ken.
sington Museum. There Oliver Twist,
The Old Curiosity shop lie before you as
they came from the wondrous pen Of 20.
nius II is like a look at the spring where
the Mississippi heads. II is Englands
shame that such men M Dickens and
Thackery passed away without knishthood
at least. But they wrote too plainly for
that, | fear, and one can scarcely wonder
il those who had the power to liz them 10
the social position, declined to honor the
man who had satirized them. Ii Is quite
true however that neither knighthood nor
baroneloy could life such men. Only il
would have honorable country Of their
birth to have thus recognized them.
think our good friend Mr.. WIN. Green,
in whose carriage we took the airicg men
toned above, was rather disguised when az
ter taking IA to the best points and show
ing us some Of the loveliest scenery imsg.
Unable, Marie said rapturously; 90, papa,
il i. a. pretty as a Kentucky Blue-Gras'
Landscape, isn't ii?' Really, it Was no pref
tier, for that is impossible; but ! was on
the box with the coachman and affected
not to hear the obnoxious comparison by
asking him question. The "wholetruth'
may not be spoken, for all can not "bear
it," and one can hardly expect an English-
man to hear, with composure, his own be-
loved island put second to any place on
earth, not to mention an out of-the-wsy
spot like our own beloved Kentucky.
We have touched the outskirts, at least,
Of English elegance and refinement in this
Highgate visit We have been permitted
glimpse and something more into two
beautiful homes where wealth and culture
combine to render everything attractive.
And must say that OF sll the places |
have yet been, the home Of an English
gentleman is the most charming. Nothing
affected or "siuck up" The courtesy is 30
easy and we'll bred that you feel at home
in five minutes. The elegantly furnished
rooms, the exquisite lawn, the costly con
servalories, where exotics Of fruits and
flowers are grown under glass, the we'll.
served dinner are all 20 heartily placed at
the disposal Of the guests, that one almost
forgets the visiting in the "home" feeling
Of hearty welcome. The children Of an
English household are lovely in their al
fectionate Difference to their parents-quite
different from the "Young America" with
whom was so familiar. Ephraim pre-.
serves the patriarehal features Of the house
hold more than Manasseh, which indeed
might have been expected. must try, in
comparing the two countries, not odiously,
but incidentally, to remember always that
the one prides herself on go-aheadativeness
and the other on hold-backativeness. Con-
servatism and push will explain nearly all
the difference that exists between these
chips Of the same block. An English gen
tleman is especially proud Of his lawn and
his horses. And really both are generally
exquisite ia beauty. Peaches and plums
are grown under glass, as also grapes. We
saw half grown fruits Of all three at our
friends houses, and what seemed very fun
ny to us, musk-mslons dangling from the
frames supporting the vinesover our heads,
a, we walked through the green houses.
Mr. Green has an orthodox Scotch garden
err, who did us the honor TO come TO the
meeting. When asked how he liked the
sermon, he went over the different points
he approved until he came to my exposition
of'rspentance," when he said: "Ah ,sir, there
the mon rambled bill' After had look
ed over garden and greenhouse. told MIR.
Green to say to the good Scot that ! had
not detected sign Of rambling" in all his
excellent work, which tickled him amsz'
ingly, though he blushed to the tips Of his
ears, too.
From the back Of Mr.. VIM. Piper's villa,
beautifully framed by the casing Of the
bay window, one looks out upon as pretty
view as the eyes could ask to feast upon.
The village Of Hampstead in the distance,
with the graceful tower Of Mr.. Bickersteth's
church (many know him as the author Of
the poem, Yesterday, To-day and FOrev-
sr.") rising in the centre; Lord Mansdeld's
park to the right and part Of Hampstead
Heath 10 the left; altogether very lovely
landscape. Mr.. p. ia very proud Of his
grand beeches, Of which he has half a doz-
en- or more prodigious old fellows on bis
place, many centuries old.
Our meeting at Highgate is in the "val-
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