The daily citizen. [volume] (Asheville, N.C.) 1889-1890, 1889-08-06

sands of fat sheep, all happy under the
care Of good shepherd assisted by his
faithful colIic-all these things combine
to make up a picture which one must sec
to appreciate.
Sunday evening, after a dinner at the
Windsor hotel long to he cherished in our
memory, we attend service at the Cathc-
dral of st. Mary's, and churchman as we
are, we must confess to disappointment.
How different from the morning, both the
service and the sermon. The former past
mans understanding, truly if that be in
its favor, and the sermon the same old
Scvcn-and-Six that VIC have heard from
hoyhood, about this Sunday being the
seventh Sunday after Trinity" etc, etc.
When will our preachers learn that rcpC-
tition, even of truths, may he carried nd
nauScam? When they do, the church will
be more successful in winning souls
We were glad when the talk was over
and we once more emerged on the grand
old streets. A kind Scottish gentleman,
of whom we have met scores, directs our
course to a high bridge, spanning a deep
and wide ravinc. through which the
waters Of the l.cith" rush toward the
sea-, albeit rather polluted with the indus
tries OF l.clth, and on either side Il sweet
garden, inviting us to Il nearer look than
We arc now enjoying from the top of the
ovcrspanning arches 200 feet in height,
Here we lingcr until dark, that is 1890
p. m, and then rcgrctlully go on our way
to bed.
Monday morning finds us bright and
well and enjoying such a breakfast as
Il, y. ,..N.
of Scotland to us consists chiefly i'll its
fish and its mutton chops. We have
never seen their excellence even diStartly
approached. Their sole fish is delight iul,
and for the first time we had Il whiting
served with his tail in his mouth, remind
ing us of the passage in Alice in Wonder
lanh, which VIC cvCrundCrStuOdb before.
Another poem is the bread, and an
Edinburgh roll, called Il crescent, iSsomc-
thing to dream about.
Away we 90 to look ut Scott'S monu-
mcnt, most worthy both of this city and
of the great man whose virtues it COM
mcmOratcs. We wish we were able to
describe it justly, but any effort would
give you but Il poor idea of its exquisite
beauty, so we can only beg you to come
and sec for Yourself
And now to the grandcst of alI castles,
pcrchcd upon its mighty, rugged hill OF
rock, to which it is so closely built that
one can scarcely tell where the work OF
God stops and that of man begins; all
seems equally massive and destined
equally to endure until heaven and earth
shall pass away.
The lEsplanadc, happily for us, is filled
with llighlaHdcrs drilling, drcsScdi their
curious uniforms, their bare legs and
Cameron plaids, truly a picturesque pic
turc they made. But we leave them, to
seek the older works.
Just here we hear striking the hour OF
midnight on the solemn bell Of the Abbey
Of Mclrosc. Solemn, indeed, it sounds,
although we have been told it is entirely
modern, having been placed in itsprcscnt
position not earlier than the beginning
of the lourt tccnth century. However,
that is old enough to warn us that this
short night is well nigh spent, and we
will hic us TO our couch and say good
night and threaten YOU with more
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