Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1892-08-04


Once more l write l have an hour
before Professor. Lillian and I go to the
City Temple to hear Joseph Parker.
| wish that you could have been with
me during my first hours in England.
1t is so strange that | hadn't expected
much from England; certainly great
surprise awaited me. The ride from
Liverpool to Windermere was as keen a
delight to me as anything ever exper-
fenced. | never had seen such sum
set in all my life; not that the colors
were so unusual, it was the golden red
we often see at home, but the light was
clear, transparent, pure. One could
look right at the ball of the sun with
out hurting the eyes, and yet it was
not the dull red we are used to. It re-
minded me OF the verse I'VE shall see
him as he is" Another thing that
seems strange to us is the time of the
sunset. The sun does not go down un-
til after half past eight, and it is light
enough to read at ten o'clock. If we
go to bed before ten or eleven it seems
as though we were going before time
because it so light / must tell you
some of the things that impressed me
on my first ride in England.
One thing was that every inch OF
land is put to some use: another was
the love for the beautiful, which the
English possess. At the little stations
the ground down to the very track was
planted with flowers, beds beautifully
laid out and kept in perfect order.
You can hardly imagine what feeling
of respect and reverence it gives me for
the country, to see such culture and
love for the beautiful. In all the towns
and houses we have passed | do not
remember one that had not something
about it to show that the owner was
different from most Americans. They
have beautiful flowers; pansies, roses
and fOrget-me-nOts. The houses are
mostly made of stone-that gives an
appearance of strength and endurance,
think. In the country around Wind
ermere the houses are made of small
stones; "rubble" it is called. Some
times they cover this with plaster.
These little stone houses covered with
damask or cream roses, with their ivy
covered walls, make a picture that /
had never seen before. The part of
England IN which Windermere lies is
more closely settled, and so much more
picturesque than that we came through
the last part of this week, York, Lin
coin, etc.
Nothing could be pleasanter than our
hotel at Windermere. The proprietress
is a tall stately woman, SO gracious
and capable. Our first English lady
couldn't be improved on. We got to
late, after nine. and drove
to Bowness, mile away, which is right
on beautiful Lake Windermere. As we
all clustered on the stairs and in the
halls waiting to be taken to our rooms, |
and old man, short and rcd-faced, came
up with a trunk. He looked just exact |
" as if he had walked out OF Pickwick
papers | could have believed that he
was Sam Weller's father.
Our room was so quaint and fairy |
ike. We slept in one of those wide |
beds with curtains and canopy. All
the furniture was in harmony. Can
iles lighted the room. There was a |
tall wardrobe and a table with mirror |
On it. before which stood a candle. 1t |
was all so new and delightful that |
could not sleep till after one o'clock!
just enjoyed lying awake and hearing |
The rustling of the trees. You know it |
was nv first night on land for some |
time. A little dog barked, and WANT |
I'd to hug him. 1t was there on my |
couch, between the cool linen sheets, |
that [ heard my first chimes, those OF |
St. MARITIME, a dear little church with |
It's old tombstones, its flowers, and its |
holly trees Sunday was rainy, but |
nobody minded it. We put on our
yossamers. Emma and [, and took a
walk through the beautiful town up on
4 hill from which we could took down
IN the lake and the hills on the other
,ide | should call them mountains.
We passed high stone walls covered
With English ivy. The charm of these
walls is greater than had
even. A gate was open, and
We wandered by mistake into some
private grounds. Some dogs came to
zee US, but proved harmless. The
house had that beautiful cream-colored
ose covering the front. A gate led us
nto pasture sprinkled with ox-eye
Iaisies and yellow butter-cups, where
he family horse was quietly eating.
littls farther and we came to the
dge of the lake, where We sat down
nd watched the mists roll from the
nountain sides. There we found some t.,
weet -riId rocoS sThroYrub some oates |