St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-07-25
on to the platform. With each fresh
arrival that huge assembly broke out into

CHEERS AND SHOUTS.
| We had just passed the ordeal of a Brit
| lSh crowd: now we were to learn the
strength and endurance of British lungs.
We have, in our day, heard some cheering
and shouting in America. but we must
humbly yield the palm in this particular to
our brethren across the water. We have
certainly at last seen and heard all that can
be accomplished in an enthusiastic English
gathering. If actuated by angry, discord-
ant passions, how fearful must have been
the results!
Promptly at the appointed hour Gladstone
entered. Mistaken mortal, TO suppose that
we had heard all that an enthusiastic En-
gilsh audience could accomplish! Words
fail in describing the scene. The immense
crowd arose unanimously. Those wedged
into their proper places by the pressure
managed to struggle to their feet, and in
the selfish enthusiasm of the moment, hop
ing to catch full view of
THE GRAND OLD MAN,
mounted on to the seats, thus preventing
all back OF them from seeing anything.
Then shout after shout, cheer after cheer,
rose louder and louder; mats, umbrellas,
handkerchiefS. and even the coats of the
men were shaken overhead; the stamping
OF feet and canes was deafenng; anything.
everything was reSorted to that could in
crease the volume of sound, until one al
most feared the walls of that tremendous
hall must crack and demolish the building.
When at last the tumult partially ceased,
we think from sheer lack of strength to con-
tlnue 1t, Mi. Gladstone, who had stood
bowling TO the worshipping multitude which
surrounded him, began to speak. Although
constantly interrupted by Hear! heart"
and other asserting EXPLANATIONS, he went
on without showing the least annoyance
from these CALCULATIONS. which seemed SUI
hcient to distract all connected thought
from his subject. That, to be sure was
one to which he was giving his whole soul.
The papers furnish but meagre idea of
its
STRENGTH AND ELoQUENCE.
1t would be the height of folly to attempt
even the faintest description. No such sub
lime rhetoric and elOquence can be described
by pen; it must be heard to be understood
and appreciated. England should listen to
his appeal and bow with reverence to his
wonderful power. viii she? The best
and hottest left heaven to do good to erring
man, and in return they cruciied Him!
How will England show her estimate for
all the strength that Gladstone is endeavor-
ing to give her in the last days of his ripe
old age?
The next morning we took the cars for
London, and as we passed through the
beautiful country, it's little hamlets, with
all the marks OF antiquity, the green fields,
or those whose ripened treasures were ready
Tor the Scythe and sickle. as in the old-time
farming, we again forgot that we were
tourists wandering through strange lands
Once more the imagination carried us over
into New England, driving over her beauti-
ful hills, going to see grandmother" And
with child-like glee we were ready to clap
our hands as we saw men, with the grace
full, long swing of the old-faShiOned scythe,
sweeping down the grass or bending over
the sickle among the grain, and boys and
girls spreading the new-mown hay, or
raklng it into
REGULAR BURROWS.
We are ready to despise the patented
mowers" and ''reapers," the hay tedders
that have driven the merry lads and Iasses
out from among the sweet, new cut grass
Then, how like and how unlike are En-
gliSh farms to those which were so common
years ago in New England Not the i'm
mense fields of our Western farms, divided
by no fences, and no walls; but small lots"
or fields" separated by stone waIIs-one
field for grass, one for wheat or oats one
for corn or vegetables; as if in fear that the
varieties would run astray and mingle with
their neighbors. How familiar, and yet
with some peculiarities! We missed the
stone walls, but confess we liked the green
English hedges better. Then, on passing
by the pretty hamlets or villages we began
to feel that we were in an older country
than our own. The brick or stone cot
tages, grown dark with age, with their
quaint roofs and chimneys, are not as
pretty as the white wooden cottages with
green blinds one meet even now all the way
through New England. But whatever the
American traveller in England may find dis
similar to his own native land, evidences
will be encountered on every side to make
one feel that we are three thousand miles
distant from our home only in geograph-
zeal sense