Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-03-01
Brooklyn rimeS.

The morning was damp and cloudy on
which | left Lincoln, and the cathedral
| doomed cIoudwsrd in gray Silhouette. With
| in it dark, cavsrnous and deep, the tomos
had an icy look, the great windows giowed
! dimly. Nobody but myself was WIS.,
iMe in the structure, and as there was
no .1hoipg of changing doors, voices and
| footsteps. the wind was audible as it rumoled
| about the cathedral. trying doors and win
! dows and occasionally rising to q sorroWlng
vail at its inability to force an entrance.
| Nave, choir and transepts gave q low, mys-
terious, answering whisper, and the heavy
pounding of the bell, striking the hour, IN,
tensifed it to a moan. / rode southwark
| only as far as Tattershall, then struck into
the hard, smooth, shaded roads across
| country, over wealds and wolds, to Spills
by., l am in doubt if Paradise is provided
| with roads, for its population are commonly
| supposed to wing it when they make excur-
sions, but if there are roads | can conceive
Of their being no finer than English ones
Lincolnshire is q part Of Britain little ex-
p!ored by the foreign visitor, for 1t
contains few places of note except its county
capital, and its roads and scenic charm
was therefore a surprise. The road from
Tattershall to SpilsbY is the finest | ever
walked upon; finer than the famous high
way from Coventry to Stratford. 1t Is
l%onelier, it has more nature and wlldness,
it is edged and overhung with nobler trees,
anu cots and hamlets along the way are
more picturesque. Nothing can be more
attractive, (on the outside than those low,
solidly built cottages, with roofs OF Unison
tile or thick gray thatch, with little
windows set with diamond shaped panes,
with vines and roses twining and blooming
about the doors, with pots OF flowers set on
window iedges to receive sun and ram,
and With a background OF foliage
worthy of Tempe or Parnassus. Oaks, elms
and beeches in America grow scragg7, and
are parched in summer, but IN England
where it rains or rather drizzles forever
they burst into a glory Of form AID
foliage so round and dense that
wind seems hardly to rock them.
These great ediGces of LEAKAGE cast
shadows like a thunder storm, and their les
ser branches hang like penddlous stalactites
in a ca We of g~reenness. Lincoln shire roads,
for much of their course, are aisles aCd
tunnels Of verdure. The greennesS sweeps
down in a curve from zenith to road edge,
deep bitches that line thu road giving of a
proiusion of weeds, flowers and grasses, aud
hedges on either hand form soft walls OF
verdure. OF course il rained half the day,
but trees csnopied the road and birds kept
promising in song and talk that the weather
would soon clear. 1t did not clear, howev-
er, until my sixteen-mile jaunt was over,
but the rain was 80 soft and dewy, so Teiuc-
tant and gentle that one could not take Of
fence at it.
At Tattershall | pass an unique ruin-the
| keep of a castle built by one of the Crom-
wells and in unusual preservation as to its
outer WALL. 1t is built OF brick with light
stone trimmings. In a field not far away
some structure, castle, chapel, nunnery or
what not, has disappeared, leaving as sole
| sign of it, former existence a slender
brown stone buttress, leaning against nothing.
Here is q cluster of cottages taken from a
Kate GreenawaY design and wanting only
a group OF cherubic boys for foreground
non existent and pictorial boys. What a
noble row OF elms is this! How regularly
they grow, how thickly their trunks are
clothed with shoots, what density of foliage
they throw out! Here comes a band OF
| gypsies in their vans, the foremost horse
led by a stocky, swarthy tellowin spotted
neckerchief velveteens and spatter-dashes.
A needy dressed and bright-eyed sybil in the
next van challenges me with a smile and
pleasant Good morning" Even gypsies
are tanned by natures gentleness in Eng
land; they paint their travelling houses with
bright colcrs, and the chimneys thereof
smoke with a comfortable, domestic air like
that of a patriarch enjoying a pipe at his
Preside. The freside humot has spread
abroad in England. Here is a lordly manor,
approached by a broad avenue OF foliage
and shielded from approach by lofty iron
gates, decorated with arms and crests.
| Yonder is a little Norman church, and a
windmill thrashes its clumsy arms around
close by.
Hello What's this? Boston thirteen
miles; Bunker Hill eight miles" Bless
US! have we been asleep and awakened in
Massachusetts,? No; the windmill and the
Norman church out yonder are as verltsble
as the guide-post. And if any man Of
American Boston should 81 chance read
this l will ditfuse gladness into his soul by
: WING ulM ludl Just dlOOl lLUu HhSlNoH
Boston stands a little 'ornery," unheeded
settlement, too small for any but county
maps to mention, and called New York
As every man, woman and child thus far
encountered has replied to our inquiry if We
are on the right road to Old Bolingbroke
with q "Dunnaw; but it's the road to New
~Bolingbroke' (another place entirely, we
will ask Hodge, who is g%rubbing thistles be-
hind the low hedge here. By the map we
must be close upon it now And we'll not
say, Hi, my man. in English fashion
either, but give him a pleasant shock by
calling him "sir." Here goes, and take the
conversation down in short hand, for it's
true; Can you tell me, sir, if this road
goes to Old Bolingbroke?'
Gay, sir, it does"
us much of the castle lefY'
"Well, sir, it's pretty much gone. You'll
see it when you're a bit further down the
road. You'll be an artist, ! suppose, and
wanting to make a picture of itH"
Hardly. Who owns the property now
The propity went to the 'ouse of Lam
caster, sir, and so it reverted to the rown.
One would think the crown had enough
Wi'out it, eh, sirY'
81 agree with you"
Bah! Wat do we want wi a queen1
Wat do we want wi a toy like that? We
want a republic"
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