The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1888-06-24
A PET LONDON SUBURB
The Hills aud Wales Of Hamp-
stead Heath.
DISTANT VIEWS OF HENDON.
,Harrov-on-the H!ll, and Other Noted
Spots-the Town and How Cock
neYs Disport Themselves.

Hampstead heath is one OF London's
pet suburbs, and one might easily be
he'd to suppose, from its gay appear
ance, that this enticing spot was the
only out-of-door resort that the
metropolis possessed. Elegant, broad,
white roads, dotted with handsome
equipages and graceful equestrians;
great emerald green spaces, miniature
hills and hollows, and huge banks of
bright heather; scores of richly-attlred
promenaders, and thousands of merry
children fluttering around in the suu
shine like so many rowing butterflies.
All this combined to make a most at
tractive, inspiring picture, in which we
socially mingled for very enjoyable
half hour, says a correspondent OF the
Philadelphia Times. Unfortunately,
by way of a beginning, we did the
wrong thing in turning down shady
by-path of tempting aspect, for Our
proposed walk suddenly landed US into
one of the innumerabie tea gardens"
that infesC the heath-places of re
pose" whose patrons, hailing from the
city, usually come supplied with their
own hampers, and consequently the
demand on the gardens" is not extra
ordinary.
ga penny'orth CT hot water to wet
the tea" and "tu pence worth" of an
Gent shrimps is about the only extrava
gance which these honest folk permit
themselves at these opeu-aIr hostelries;
4 1,or eli rh fnr
the nclean-loOklng host into whose
avaricious clutches We fell. A brief
war of words followed before that man
could be prevailed upon to give US up,
and We spent the rest of the morning in
endeavoring to keep out Of similar
traps, but at noon We did lunch
where. All, where but in the lovely
yale of Health, near the very house
thai was once inhabited by Keats AS
we sat slipping The tea that cheers in
true English comfort, it was pleasant
to conjure hundred idle visions of the
happy times when Charles Lamb was a
visitor TO the quiet villa and its great
master.
By standing on the hills at Hamp-
stead, there are some magnificent views
to be had First Of all London is seen
with its houses all in glorious con-
giomeratlon and a myriad of spires
stretching up through the inevitable
curtain OF fog and smoke. Next, Har
roW-on the-Hill rises up all lonely.
looking on a conspicuous eminence ii
the distance. Then the CLASSY roof OF
the Crystal Palace flares and glistene in
the mystic far. away; ard when the at
mosphere is unusually clear Windsor
castle may be deserted, struggling out
from the blush miStS of the dim hOri-
zon. We reyeled awhile III this royal
feast of superb scenery, and then,
braced by the vigorous breeze that per-
petualiy sweeps over this part of the
country, we took to the green-hedged
road that led to Highgate--a walk full
of romantic interest.
At the very outset almost an odd
looking structure, standing quite by it
self AID half hidden among the trees.
claimed the eager attention of several
curiosity seeking tourists, whose thirst
for knowledge was speedily satisfied, as
g close inspection proved that the queer
old building boldly displayed its legend
for the beDent of passers-by. Span
iard's Inn" was traced in faded letters
on the rusty sign that creeked over the
doOr-the Variable tavern where Dick
ems assembled his mo Popery" rioters
in the tale of "Barnaby Rudge," though
it's hospitable exterior now speaks a
peaceful enough contrast to the san
culinary deeds of 1850.
If Highgale was a village once upon
a time, it is so no longer. To be sure,
there are still many interesting remin-
isceEces of its early days in the shape
Of narrow, cobbled streets, and drolI-
looking cottages, with their second
story windows leaning over in the usual
reckless style, but for the rest High
gate is decidedly small city of itself,
and boasts more than one modern arch
iIectural triumph. Its churches, for
the moet part gothic and ivy-clad, are
remarkably fine, and its stately villas
=. arc beautiful enough to make even an
observer ache with envy.
The tightly-walled park of the Baron
ess Burde t-CoutEs occupies consider
abba portion of property hereabouts,
and anoloses the noble residence of
Holy Lodge"
Winch reminds ME of another
popularity OF the EngIish-namely,
that Of titling their homes. No matter
what size the building may happen to
be, from the CABIN to the castle, 1t must
have its appellGtion; consequently,
there is many caricature, especially
WlSn the ain DlttOUS Illuu Ol Uu6 lower
class" scars and the humblest of abodes
are designated - such ironical titles
as "Buckiugnem House." "Victoria
P ace" The Hermitage" etc. Then,
TO instance, one often comes across a
Holly Lodge" with maybe one sickly
specimen o. this interesting plant losing
itself on the lawn; or, perhaps, above
handsome doorway one may read in
letters of gold The Sycamores," and
that win not tree visible in any direc-
ton, though the stranger would
naturally expect to find at
least a MODEST supply of what
in reality there should be an
abundance to make the thing sensible.
However, these are only exceptional
cases. Until it attains the ridiculous
the custom is certainly pleasant one,
and not infreeuently do the BEAUTIES
of pretty place" appear to be doublv
enhanced by the suggestive name
cleaning forth over the strong barred
gate.
There is magnificent cemetery in
\Highgate. but it possesses no particu-
lar interest except the grave of Coler-
ridge and also that of George Elliot