Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1883-06-19

only needs 10 run q hundred yards further
to become Fleet street and winds up as the
Strand, without any conceivable reason. is
not a reassurins feature 10 stranger anx.
ious to get anywhere. No directions on
lamp posts to aid the bewildered soiourner,
AZ in our cities. The name is put up At
the beginning Of street on the corner
house, and happy are you u You ever zee
II again. As general thing, the stree,
changes lie name 20 soon that there would
not be much use in repeating IL. Magni6-
cent hlocEs Of superb business houses, ~ in
Chicago since the ere, you look for in Lon
don in vain. Miles upon miles Of stately
residences in brown stone ne in New York,
you nowhere zee. Isolated maenifcence,
dotted here aud there you can see. But be.
You'd this the everlasting rows Of brownish
yellow bricks with no preientions to any
thing like elegance outside and not even
the spotless red and white Of the Quaker
primness Of the city Of brotherly love. Yel.
low-brown and brown.yellow bricks aud
chimney pots by the acre, the mile, the
million, till one wonders IL the whole is-
land be not built over in this DINGHY solid
way. But let us get back 10 baby's birth
day. There was a grand iron steamer Just
in from Cape Town, $. Africa, and slowly
being warped in to her place in the dock
The passengers on the ship we're signalling
their friends on the dock snd then talking
across the narrowing space Of water that
separated them, while the great vessel
slowly neared her mooringsin a grand way,
a. il conscious that she had Just come of
victorious in her last struggle with the
wild waves Of old ocean and would now
rest awhile upon her lsurels fairly won,
weather.beaten but not worsted at all.
That is the way want To reach my har.
Dor after life's voyage. This stately steam
er was a sermon TO me.
The docks inspected, we took the steam
er that plies down the river, and had
charming sail TO Woolwich. We had but
a peep into the famous arsenal gates as we
passed by them to the Railway Station, for
no one can enter there without permit
from the war office, and that we had not.
Taking rail, we had a delightful ride
down the right bank Of the Thames about
l6 miles 10 Gravesend. This was in the
county OF Kent-the garden county Of old
England. We had thought that the coun-
try below London, on the river was an I'M
interesting stretch Of marsh, but we found
landscape as beautiful as old Bourbon
county, with aristocratic mansions, lovely
villages, superb forests, picturesque church
ea and every variety Of undulating sur
facial clothed in springs most attract
i've garb. Daisies and buttercups dotting
the green pastures, cattle, horses and sheep
at rest or play, or feeding. Every foot Of
ground with fresh charm upon it and all
the more beautiful for the surprise Of it.
At Gravesend we dined on "whiteblit,"
at a shilling ahead for the party. "White-
bait is favorile dainty of Lon doners, and
lie minnow, very diminutive, full grown
al an inch aud half, very dainty in ia
vor, aud almost melts in the mouth. II is
eaten body and bones, head, tail, entrails
(if any and all. No questions asked nor
answered. Very good. we all voted and
hope 10 try them again sometime. The
invariable "water. cress" -something in ia
vor like tongue grass-accompanies all
meats at this time Of year. We have quite
a growing liking for it. The Britons de.
YOUR it. We sat in the covered pier enjoy
ing the stirring river scene. after this until
our boat for London come up from point
still lower down towards the mouth Of the
river. From this pier we could see across
the river old Tilbury Fort, where Queen
Elizabeth reviewed her troops in anticips-
ton Of the coming Spanish Armada. A
little higher up is the village of Purileet,
which is said TO have received its name
from an exclamation OF the same Queen
Bess as she stood on the high hill over
looking the surrounding country, straining
her eyes toward the incoming Armada and
signing 30 my poor feet" We saw
church built Of the stones of Old London
Bridge. Who but Israel would have put
these relics into that shape2 At another
village Of DArtford, through which the
railway passes, Wat Tyler lived in the
"brave days OF yore." The animated
scene upon the river can not well he de-
scrbed, 40 varied we're its beauties We
sailed back the "a miles TO the city, land
ing at BIaekwal about $50; got home in
comfort and safety, supped on crabs, bread
and butter and tea. and then to bed happy
aud contented with the days aunt.
We feel quite at loss without baby in
the house, as George persists in being very
digniGed aud reminds US at every turn that
she il no longer an infant. This interest.
ing Young giantess ran against the gas
chandelier the morning she attained social
majority and almost knocked the thing
down, in addition to raising bump of eI-
peIience On her own crown. She has given
il wide birth since.
Our dear friends Miss Morseman and
Miss Beach left for Liverpool at 10 this A.
NJ. to embark on the "City Of Rome
Anchor Line-sailing this p. M. at 4. They
are lovely, truthful women, a blessing
wherever they go, believing in Jesus pow
err to keep His own from SHINING and that
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