St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-08-09

he loved, and in the shadow of which
he rests. Gray's Elegy is one of the
perfect poems in the English language.
Its tone, sentiment and imagery are all i'm
unison, and are unmarried by single flaw
ia language or construction. 1t was for
merly required of every child in English
schools that they should acquire this poem
by memory; and it says something for the
literary taste of some American schools
to-day that they make this exquisite work
a principal lesson in English literature: the
poem itself. be it understood, not some
body's talk about il and its author and his
antecedents, of which 50 much of our
present day ''literature" is composed.
The last day of our stay in London
eclipsed all previous experiences. We
went with an American friend, long resident
abroad, to lunch at the old Cheshire
Cheese tavern, Wine Office court, Fleet
street the resort of johnson and even of
Shakespeare, where the old timbered doors.
the ''Settees" and 1ireplaceS, the pewter
mugs and spoons, and loaded diamond
PANIED windows remain. and where You can
sit in the very spot where the famous old
doctor took his pint of home-brewed and
Boswell got off his quaintest epigram:
Earth has no land, nor land town. wis
Nor town house, or house a lord like this.
The authorship of this is unknown and
may have been Boswell himself
Dr. Samuel Johnson'S own housewife
historic Inscriptions just around the cor
ner in Cough square, a small court rather
than square, and there is triangle of courts
and alleys and yards" and narrow lanes
and old chop houses in the locality. so that
it is difficult for even a London cabman to
find the exact spot. But once found there
is no mistaling it. Sala and others have
described it, and an inscription by the door
announces that it was rebuilt in 1877. 1t
Is still lannon's as ever for its ''rlmpsteak
pudding" which is compounded of a crust
made with suet, fresh cut steak.
mushrooms. an oyster or two. famous
sauce piQuante and little pounded
biscuit or flour; for its Welsh rabbit stewed
with ale, for its stupendous chops.
which must be cut from sheep grown on
purpose; for its mustard and bread
and cheese. 1t and its habitues stick
to the long clay pipes, several of which we
brought away; and our admiration of the
great Christmas bowl in which the rump-
steak pudding is made. so won upon the
presiding genius of the kitchen. which we
were allowed TO inspect, that she gave us a
small square tina square jelly-cake tin in
miniature-aS the veritable with a twinkle)
self-same little tin in which johnson had
his cheese stewed. Joke or not. the ''old
Cheshire cheese is an interesting and curl
Gus fact. And whether Shakespeare visited
here or not, Goldsmith and Voltaire. Pope.
BolingbrOke and CoDgreye. as well as rare
Ben Jonson and his talky biographer.
were certainly frequent guests. An old
play. now in a well-known library in Edin-
burgh, contains the following references to
this famous resort:
"COme TO the cheese, good friends, come to
the cheese.
There I'll engage that thou shalt quickly find
The creature comforts that thou need'st so
much.
Thy bodys furnished first for want of sack:
And next for want of something TO eat.
Haste TO the cheese, good friend, haste to the
cheese"
A second mention in the same work is to
the following effect:
Heaven bless the cheese and all its goodly
fare;
] would to Jove I could go daily there.
Then I'LL a bumper up, my good friend,
please;
May fortune ever bless the Cheshire cheese"
The left hand room, upon entering the