, 1890-08-28

deeds of va lor and blood; In place of
Saiem's custom-ho,ise and the desk
where the gentle Hawt wthornc tolled,
they will bring you to the old acad-
cmy, now a stately residence, where
CARLYLE WAS once schooled, and
where he was nftcrwnrd its master
I'm mathematics and for Salen's
memories of Mather they Will recall
for YOU the wonderful career of thnt
inspired aud holy man, Edward Ir-
wing, whom, for living too closely to
his divine model, the stern old Pres-
bytcry degraded from holy orders;
and then they Will take you TO the
li.tle house I'm Butt street, Fish
Cross, where he was born, and over
whose door the simple Inscription,
"At this house Edward Irving was
born 4 August, 1902. He left neither
an Enemy nor A Wrong Behind
him." will remain through time
Frightening epitome of endless fame.
while those who broke his sanity
life and heart will molder in for
gotten graves.
Leading from Amman to the Eng
lish side of the solway Is vast rail-
way viaduct one and one-half miles
temptation to cross this into rock
grit Cumberland; for at Its southern
approach II one Of the oldest little
border. This Is Bowness. 1t con-
sists OF one long compactly built
street, perchcd up there above the
wild Solway tides like an eagles
nest securely hung upon some crag-
edge. out.juttlng above sea-swept
precipice. What
BRAVE OLD HOUSES
ha> these Bowness folk; every one
solid as AZ castle. Like the LOch-
maben people, who transformed the
mighty castle of the Bruces into
matter-of-fact habitations and inn
pregnable cow-sheds, the inhabi-
tants of Bowness secuted the further
utility oil ancient Roman walls, and
as the most stupendous one in
Britain ended here, 1t was In good
time tran sformed into huge walled
houses, with here and there In their
hard facades q weird old Roman
altar, by way of unconscious
history and grim, assertivc
witness Of primitive iconoclasm.
These people of the Cumberland
border are fishermen and Estates
men," The latter term applies, in
the two northwest counties of
England, Westmorland and Cum
berland, to those who farm their
own land, IL 1t does not exceed n
half acre in area; and lands have
descended for centuries in the same
families. Some are both Estates
men" and fishermen; and all are
descended from a centuries-old line
of men who could equally well turn
their hands to the plough, to
smuggling, to the temporary bloody
trade of nloss-troopers, or to the
nets. And ii was not SO very long
ago that salmon were so plentiful in
the Solway that servants engaging
TO masters on the English or Scottish
side of the Firth stipulated that
''salmon or other fish should not he
given them oftener than three days
In the week." Strange, quiet, God
fearing souls these Bowness folk,
with giant frames and wondrous
height; with wide, fair brows,
great blue or hazel eyes ana
leonine heads of flaxen hair; and
with dumb, sodden, speechless ways
to the end, which brings them at
last from behind the Roman altars
of their sturdy home-walls to the
dreary hurch yard, dug out of the
fosse where once the mighty Roman
defenses stood. Tarrying or going,
one may well say of all Bowness
folk:
Here are the quaint old homes with the
quaint Old hearts,
Where life to all Ii measured In three
parts
A simple way: The birth, the toll, the
rest
THE TIDE.
But a certain alertness of atten-
ton, an unconscious habit and atti-
tude OF listening as IL were, true of
every man, woman, woman and
child on both sides of the Firth,
discloses that the tide Is coming up
from the Irish sea. These folk will
tell you they can hear it twenty
miles away. Long before this, If
you are standing "n the clifl.edge,
you will see the fishers, waist deep
In water, hurryiny on the tighten
ing of their upright nets, which for
ten miles below seem like tiny
fences of rush; and away seaward
with your glass you can see them
scurrying up from the ebb-
slime and sands toward safety
and the shore. Then to your un-
practiced ears come the faint rever-
berations Of u hoarse roar; and soon,
like a pillar of flame in the play OF
the sunlight, the great mist-banner
of the advancing waters is flung
from Scotland to England, almost
from Crifel to Silloth, and moves
toward you like lurid cloud Iabove
a running battle. In few mo-
ments more the brilliancy of the
phenomenon is greatest. Preceding
the advancing cloud along the seeth-
ing front of Il wall of water five
miles wide. glitter foams and hisscs
hank of spume and spray, zoned,
trimmed and interlaced with tiny
rainbows. The roaring of the bel
lowing water-hosts becomes deafen-
ing. For an instant you are envel-
oped by the cloud. That passed,
while you thrill with the mystery
and awful grandeur of the spectacle,
the great tide-head Is abreast of you,
IA true tide-bore, such AZ
breaks majestically into Minas
and other estuaries of the
Bay Of Fundy, cylindrical
and straight as al arrow across the
Firth, and from six to eight feet in