The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1886-09-18
Beecher ON an English TaIIy-HO.

Mrs. Henry Ward Beecher IN Brooklyn Magazine
A few days since, through the kind
ness OF good friends, we had the great
pleasure of riding between thirty and
forty miles through some of the most
beautiful places in England, with a
pleasant party, on the top of a private
'four-in hand coach. The coach was a
very fine one, with easy and commodi-
Gus seats on top, the luggage and wraps
all slowed inside. There were fourteen
in the party, all harmonious and enter
tanning. -Four superb horses were man.
aged by the gentlemen in turn with ad
mirable skill. The day was charming,
sufficiently cloudy to prevent the sun
from making us uncomfortable. AT
eleven o'clock in the morning we start
ed from Piccadilly, the merry horn
of the guard giving warning for clear
passage through the crowded streets of
London. The horses were SO well train
ed, and kept such regular speed, that
there was no feeling of riding fast, yet
in forty-fve minutes we reached Rock
ampton, ten miles from London, where
fresh horses stood ready for us. The
country was most beautiful, everything
looking bright and from the rain of the
night before. The whole air was fra
grant with the perfume of roses and the
fragrance of new-mown hay. Large
flower, fruit, and vegetable gardens,
which help to supply Lyndon, were in
their holiday dress, and added immense
ly to the pleasure of the ride. The
English roads are our especial admira-
ton; they are kept smooth as house
floor all through the country, as far as
we have yet seen. Piles of finely broken
stone are at intervals placed by the road
for immediate repair of any hole or un-
even surface, and the heavy rollers soon
make the new-made spots of uniform
smoothness. No wonder that the ride
was so easy, with no jar or jolting to
annoy the passengers.
Was ever country so charming !
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houses, and here and there some noble
mans residence and well-kept grounds
adding immensely to the beauty.
Another halt, to change horses at
Surbiton, and then we dashed through
Ewell and EPSON, in sight of the fa-
nous race grounds, and again fresh
horses at Ashtead. Between Surbiton
and EPSON we entered Kingston, and
upon slackening the speed of our fiery
chargers, we were pointed out the stone
on which the Saxon kings were accus-
toned to be crowned, large stone,
posts to protect it, making decided
contrast between the splendors of the
coronations of the present day.
On entering town or village, or
when in sight of travellers and teams
indeed, at every turn of the road on
our way, the guards horn wakened the
echoes with its wild notes, giving ample
warning of our rapid approach.
Change of horses was made once more
at Ashtead, and then passing through
Leather-head, Mickleham, and Box Hill
we reached Dorking, the terminus OF
this wonderful ride, but were comforted
with the thought that after rest of an
hour and half and our dinner we
should repeat the pleasure as we return
ed to London. So the days enjoyment
was but half over. A ride of nearly
thirty miles in three hours, so little ia
tigue, and full of unalloyed happiness,
was to us wonderful feat.