Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1892-07-30

against the glorious Malvern hills. 1t Is
the quietest, handsomest, runniest, sha-
diest. LATEST inland resort In all Eng
land: Thousands are here, but there is
no elbowing, no lostling. no hurrying.
Everybody ssunters. dozes, dreams. A
sense of lazy. unconstrsined enjoyment
broods over the entire place and region.
| The waters and the mountain air bring all
the people here; but these are not 1.-THE
/ of the attractions.
A ten minutes walk upon the hills and
| you are in rural England as the poets
sing of it. Fruit trees shake their bios
| SONS or their fruit In showers upon the
| grass In odd hooks and corners OF strug-
| Cling hamlets. Each farmhouse and cot
ter's cottage stands in it's own orchard,
brilliant with the sprays of pink and white,
or with balls of russet and gold. according
to the seascn. Chaffinches and robins are
among the moses in all these orchards
Blackbirds and thrushes are everywhere in
the thick strawberries of the gardens and
| in the tangled hedgerows and coppices
Wrens, hedge warblers and other tiny
birds are in the matted grasses, by the
hedgerows and by the shaded runnels In
| the bitches.
Everywhere, too, are the irregular
| shaped meadows, with their fantastic
nooks and corners, and their sweet rich
heritage, where dairy cows and cattle
feeding up" for the butcher pass their
tranquil lives literally In clover. There is
| always sure to be a pretty pool under the
| clump of trees at one corner, or Q shallow
stream ripping gently along at one side,
singing its way to the valleys from the
hills.
Not eight miles away are the spires and
towers OF a quaint old cathedral city
This is ancient Worcester, that earned its
title of the faithful city in the time of
the commonwealth in so valiantly holding
out against Crom we'll for the king. Young
Charles watched the last great battle from
the cathedral tower until the citizens,
vainly beating back the invaders, gave him
time to make his escape. Cromwell re-
venged the plucky resistance not so like
butcher as a Drogheda, but enough to
leave the fair old city almost silent and de-
serted for years, while only the fowls of
the air gathered in its roofiess and win
dowless cathedral.
In Worcester the old and the new touch
everywhere; Interesting among that
which Is old are two of the most note
worthy monuments in England, within
the cathedral. One is that Of King John,
the earliest royal effigy in any of th- Eng
lish churches. The other 10 the monu-
ment to Bishop Hough, of Msgdalen col
lege celebrity, whom James IL succeeded
in making the English thoroughly remem-
Der.
This mingling of the old and new is no.
tsbly characteristic of Worcester. There
are bustling streets with broad psvements
and busy river wharves. There are noble
bridges, big warehouses and bigger manu-
factories with tall chimneys, and long rows
of brick cottages for workmen, which may
possess comfort, but which have q hide
ous sameness and dresriness about them.
But there are broad streets, sharply
turning odd corners and losing themselves
in the queerest of lanes running up and
down the hills. There are weather stained
buildings, sacred and municipal, pre-
served or restored. or partially rebuilt
There is one venerable fortified gateway,
and another graceful medirval arch, while
there are streets and wynds and closes
with antiquated nemes like Forgate and
the Fryars. So, too, there are many,
many timbered houses with those fine old
open galleries which used to look down
upon the courtyard of inns and hostelries
when wsgoners and cartmen liked to
keep an eye on their goods and guests
shouted for servants instead of ringing for
them.
the Cotswold and Malvern hills ia ancient
Broadway. Broadway street is its old and
pleasant name, derived from that great
road or track way leading from the west of
England to London and the east coast and
here anciently called the "Bradweia," from
the shepherds "cottes on the mounted
wolds down to the most fruitful vale of
Evesham."
1t Is one long, wide, struggling street,
- =.
one end branching into two great roads,
one to Cheltenhain and one to Eveshsm.
All it's hocses are picturesque. Indeed,
here is one of the few ancient stone built
villages of olden England, left precisely
as it's makers built it all the way from
three to five hundred years sgo, aud with
out single mark of modern Improve
ment" upon it. On every side are high
pitched, gabled ronfs, with wonderful
stone and iron finals. mullionsd windows
and bays, loaded as-ni-nts containing the |
original glass, and huge. tall, stone chin |
ney stscks--sll wea'her-I to most beauti- |
full colors. Low stone walls in front en-
close little old world gardens with clipped
and fancifully shaped yew trees.
There are two of the GuRiniest inns in
England here Coaches have run to and
from them, As now, for hundreds of years:
for Broad way is beyond the sound of the
in interesting bits of detail, old oak doors
and hinges, old glass and easement fasten-
ings and most curious chimney pieces,
plaster ceilings and paneled rooms Eve
~ house has fiat headed, mullioned win
DOVE, with massive wood lintels inside and
huge baulks of oak, roughly squared and
nodded over the ingies and fireplAces
Near the village green Is the old Orange"
of the abbots of Pershore; in an old house
at one end of the village colonies of ar
lists. some from our own country, annual
ly come and live in what they call "Im
Paradise" and from the summit of Broad
way hill not only can you study scenes
blending into thirteen English ehires but
hundreds of abbey barns and ancient
stone farmhouses can be seen. In every
one of the latter, tradition will tell you,
Charles !. or Elizabeth passed a night.
How wise of them to do SO IL they had
the time.
enyied them and followed their exam
pie wherever could, and from this moss
lest of all west of England noOks took en-
trancing strolls to Dsylesford, where War
rem Hastings was born aud where he died;
to little Strenham, where Samuel Butler.
author of "Hudibras." was born; to Chip
ping Campden, site of the ancient Cots
wold games" of the time of James l., upon
which Jonson, Drsyton and other poets
wrote, and whose rhymes Were Published
/ in a quaint old volume called "AnnaliA
Dubrensia," in 1886; to Winchcombe,
asleep by the bsbbling I.borne stream,
with its ruin of a once famous miteres
abbey and its sad memories of the poison
ing of the queen dowager. Catherine Psrr:
to Cleeve Prior, hung like a nest upon the
cliffs above the Avon, and to Evesham,
queen of noble Eresham vale, rising from
the banks of the Avon and backed by ven
cradle tower, antique churches and the
ivied walls of its once fourishing abbey
One and all. idyllic spots and hours were
these EDGAR l. WAgEMAS.