The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-08-06

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busting activity. Representative
OF all the professions, trades and de
nominations then known under tn
Roman Empire are arrayed in group
requiring several hundred performers
Thus begins the first tableau. A seen,
is shifted and the ampitheatre or Arena
is in view, crowded with an excited
populace witnessing the different
sports co nmon to that people. Soor
rumblings like thunder is heard, thu
earth quakes, buildings totter and fall
Vesuyius smokes. and soon the whole
| heavens are filed with fire and ashes
The people are frantic with terror. A
few are conveyed out into the bay in
boats and are saved. The scene closes,
and where Pompeii stood is now heap
of ashes, and for nearly 1000 years the
city of the dead is forgotten. 1t was
The first presentation of this great pic
ture, and was exhibited at cost of $i5,-
900. The entertainment closed with
some brilliant fireworks, including a
portrait of the Queen. We are satisfi-
ed and retire. Wednesday morning we
wheel to Coventry, distant eighteen
miles, the place where centuries ago
lived the far-famed Lady Godiva, wife
of the Saxon Leofric, who to obtain
the freedom of Coventry from taxation
rode through the city on horseback
naked, the inhabitants having all ex-
cept one. retired from observation, and
he, wicked wight. was punished for
his prying curiosity by the loss of
sight. An efigy called Peeping Tom,"
is still exhibited at the corner of Hert-
ford street. We have letters of intro
dnction to Prof. Wyles, of Allesly Col
lege, two and one-half miles from the
city, and in the afterpart of the day
we spin out to his home, delightful
place in the country. We find him alb
sent, but are cordially welcomed by his
daughter, who prepares tea for us, and
kindly guides us about the premises
After short but pleasant visit we
wheel to Kenilworth, seven miles
away, and arrive there at sunset. We
are anxious to catch glimpse of the
old castle before dark, and draw near
just in time to catch the few sun-rays
that linger around the old -mantled
towers. The birds are swarming into
their different places of abode, and as
we watch them we are reminded that
this was once the abiding place of
Geoffroi de Clinton, Robert Dudley,
Cromwelrs commissioner. De Mont
forts son, Edward the Second Ga pris-
oner) Mortimer, John of Gaunt, time
honOred Lancaster, Harry the Eighth,
Charles the First and his brother, asso-
ciating with these names their histo-
ries and the tales of Sir Walter Scott.
We rub our eyes and quietly whisper,
F" Do wake, or am dreaming?" Thurs
day morning we make sketches and
wheel to Warwick, eight miles. We
stop on the way at Guys Cliffs and
watch for moment the quiet river
Avon, and catch glimpse of the last
home of the great Guy Earl of War
wick, who, it is claimed, was nine feet
in height. We ride one mile farther,
buy our tickets, and enter the gateway
leading to the castle of Warwick, which
was begun by Ethelred, Earl of Mercia,
in the year 915.
Passing through the embattled gate
way called the Porter's Lodge, we en-
ter fiue road deeply cut through solid
rock, the ample branches of foliage
forming a canopy over, while beneath
the moss and ivy creeping in fertile
wilderness form picture at once ro-
mantle and pleasing. Proceeding about
$50 yards the stupendous line of forth
fications with the" cloud cap'n powers"
breaks. suddenly on the right in all its
bold magnificence, seeming firmly join
ed as it is to its rocky foundation to
bid defiance to the all-subduing power
of time. On the right is the fine poly
gon tower, dedicated to Earl Guy, hav.
ing walls ten feet thick and a base of
thirty feet in diameter and reaching to
height of 1913 feet. On the left is the
venerable Cesar's Tower, said to be
c0-eval with the Norman Congress, and
although it has brayed the ravages of
time, and the depredations of man for
nearly 800 years, still it continues as
firm as the rock on which it was found.
ed. But we have no time to further
describe it. We pass through another
| great archway into an inner court
| thence into the interior of the Castle
which is still in a fine state of preser-
walton. Everything is magnificent
The walls are crowded with paintings,
many by the old masters, and relics of
antiquity thousands of years old. In
the greenhouse we saw the celebrated
Antique Vase. 1t Is of white marble,
designed and executed in the purest
Grecian taste. and is one OF the finest
specimens of ancient sculpture at pres.
ent known. 1t was found at the bot
tom Of lax e at Adrian's Villa, near
Trivoli, by Sir William Hamilton, then
Ambassador at the court of Naples, by
which it was presented to the father
of the late Earl of Warwick. conveyed
to England and placed in it's present
position. Its shape is circular, and it
is ten feet across, and che top capable
of holding 1875 gallons. 1t is a wonder
full piece of carving, and is supposed to
be more than 1000 years old. But we
must hasten, so we leave the Castle
and Warwick, and wheel to Stratford.
0n-Avon. eight miles distant. We ar
rive early in the evening and visit the
birthplace Of Shakespeare. The house
has been preserved, and does not seem
to look the worse for age. Frida y
morning we visited the church where
he and anumber of the Shakespeare
family were buried. AT nine o'clock
we bid farewell to this beautiful little
city. and wheel to Oxford for dinner
forty miles. We spend the afternoon
at sightseeing, for there is much here
to please an American. Every school
boy can tell much about Oxford, for
more than a thousand years it has beer
city of colleges. and for centuries b
G. it was a seat of learning. Some OF
the buildings are crumbling with age
and the walls are green with ivy. but
time has not worn away their gran
deur. Saturday morning we oil Oul
wheels, strap on our baggage and wheel
towards London. and soon the spires OF
Oxford are behind the hills. We pass
through beautiful sketch of country
and several charming villages, and
reach the metropolis at five P. M. de