Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1891-10-09


To visit-thr house who're he wa born. ito
vacant site VI tie house whcrc no lived ~
New Place, tho church whcIo he j. buried,
Ann Hathayhys cottage. aud tho memo
rial fountain and thcatcr. And while you
could so those In an hours time, the ina.
pulse, now that they are 10 near your ken,
j. TO avoid them, 10 wHnd'r away through
the town Tor little at fiui, and, shaking
on tho drcamlul captivity Of ID all. % ~
and conc back to those uhicgts and plncra
one w one. with Increased aptitude and
power Of recognition and c'mpnnI0uship.
You are now IN the center Of 5tratforl,
on High street. You Suddenly r1cail tho
curious fact that In hli the hundreds OF
Eng'ish towns you have visited jog have
always found y High street, and that
every pllcv u iatcrc.t % b. aern. as nt
siHtiord, Is only q few momenif wall.
from every other place, on or on this old
familiar High street. Hero Us nn open
space the ancient "murcatc squarr."
Jagged, agzng huroughiurcs lead 90 IL
from outlying picturesque spots and quar-.
ter. Al about AFRO half timbcrcd houses
projecting story over story into the mar.
kct place, AMI you wonder how long be-
fore, from sheer age, they will tumble, rrd
below Quaint shops. iust now opcniug
nru plnchcd loo between staid old mnihluua.
nandhoxcs Of iuus. scores ~ them. each
striving to outdo tho other IN curious
name or vscutchrou suggestive Of tho ono
memory Of the alumbcroua old town. spcck
the gray facadcs with gilt aud color.
Down one % thcse,strccts, old Henley
stfrct, through whose winnings "a pllmp,a
Of the uplauds IL caught. you know Is 10
be found the house uf all others In Strnt.
ford. But you turn IN the opposite dircc.
ton. You paSs an ancient ian named Tor
the bard Each OF l,s rooms IL given tho
name of some one Of the charncters he Gro.
atcd. Servants are hlgglc-laggling with a
rosy faced huckster over the price q ycec.
tables on IL comfortable porch. Old stone
houses, with the oldest of peaks. gables
and prnt houses over huge oaken doors, nrs
passed. ~ some old mcn aud women nre
nodding, even In these morning hours. ut
the open Window soon thrru Il vista
Of trees shutting out all beyond sayo u
gray stone porch without knowledge of
stfatiord topography you have come with
unerring Instinct straight 10 Holy Trinity
church and graveyard.
An ancient ycrgrr with snow white half
Is shufiling along tho leaf sttuwn pave.
mont lie puuAea aud with d load inugllug
of bis huge keys ho unlogks tie wicket,
then tho wide, low oaken doors, aud IL
shortly lost Am0ng the shadows within.
You steal softly after bin. Somewhere
In tho dim place tbs old man Is whi,tliug
"a u for company, IA low tones as bccomcs
an old, old man, hut somehow 10 checks
your impulse 70 enter. aud you wander
around and around the shadowy shrine
hating NJ last next tho side of tho ehaucel
nearest whew you know that Shakespeare
lics. You bay your hand gently on tho
cold gray stones Ms II cropping Tor the tosch
Of n near but unseen friend. How long
your rcyery has been you know not. but a
tiny, icunoclastc sparrow, scratching
among the gravel NJ your feet, looks 70
quiazlcally into your face that you hurry
ASHAMED away.
4 few steps among the graves beneath
huge olnla bring you 10 the river side, for
the Avon no loved laycs tho sides Of tho
churchyhrd walls. Il Ia 40 stillHnd silent
here you feol that the very tpirIl OF the
stream l. hushei In ohr.sanee and rover
enco for the spot is waters are passing
On the farther side arc long, lonesome