The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1892-06-11

-ftiue 81 cromwell, who respected
neither life nor shrine in the name Of
our dear Lord.
Then what little world OF interest in
ms and that Of historic moment anti.
luarlan marvel and literary charm are
iound Immediately roundabout. The
Iamons BritiSh king, Aurelius Ambro.
rus, lies buried at Amesbury, an hours
journey distant, though closer to the
neartis Amesbury House, often the res
idcpce OF the poet Gay. In the near lit.
ne borough townof Wilton is the splen-
alu seat ofthe earls OF Pembroke. Near.
e stlll is Bemerton, the old home OF
George Herbert, and the flne memorial
church TO him who was noble by birth,
Sitts and nature.
Over to the southeast you will find
enc OF the most imposing old castle
runs In England, Wardour Castle, near
tue modern seat Of the Arundels, and
memorable for the heroic defense
against the forces OF the parliament OF
1913, by Lady Blanche Arundel. Adj
Ioining is Fonthill, former sent OF the
author OF that weird and marvellous tale
9tthe orient, "Vathek." Just overthe
border Of Willis, in Dorset, Is Shafts.
Jury, where was buried king Edward
the martyr. Three miles TO the north
vest y the "Field OF the Tournament"
oneot the places appointed for tourney
ilg by Richard 1. And but nine miles
rom Salisbury, and seven north Of old
Sarum, vii! be found Stonehcnge, the
most remarkable monument OF antique
twin the British isles.
But 1t seems to me that OF all else the
Eindltest glanor and charu investing
cd salisbutyland neighberhood have
bsen laid upon themby .he gentle pen
o. Dickens. In my lolterinEs in lane
and highway, by riverside and in field
paths, how these folk Of "Martin Chuz-
levitt" troop back into thcir old accus.
toned places. In this village or in that
YOU place tho PecksnifF home, aud are
sure that from that dormer window the
aactious old hypocrite's pupils" in ar.
cittecture, in company with tender
hearted-Tom Pinch, traced the eleva-
tons of tile far cathedral roof and spirc,
This little wayside inn with its snowy
curtains and vine-massed sides must be
tile yeritable Blue Dragon presided over
by buxom A[rg. Lupin, where old Mar,
TN ChusSlewit came, cursed with gold
aud haunted by his vulturc relatives,
aud whore the dirty and jaunty Mon
tagus Tiyg and his companion, the
Strange instance Of the little frailties
that beset q mighty mind, Chevy
Slyme, Esq, entered upon their memo
r0ble but bootless negotiations for
loan from Mr.. PecksnitI. The little
alshouse across the way must also be
tic Half Noon and Seven Stars, where
all "the private lodgings in the place,
amounting TO full four beds and a sofa,
rise cent per cent in tho market" as the
vtLture relatives gathered.
Hero where the quiet country road,
no moro than snowy hawthorn lane,
st1ps short at the great highway and OF
oil the stages dashed onward tolmighty
London town, is certainly the very spot
where poor Tom Pinch, with heavy
heart, saw the stage, like some great
monster" bear away his friend, honest
John .Westlpck, "more exultant and
rampant than usual, that dreary night
ofparting. 81
This bright Highway athwart the
ridge, bordered with chestnut, elm or
beech, with here and there sunny
opening, showing the clustered matches
aud roses Of farmhouse, undoubtedly
wss the very one over which Pinch
came in his hooded gig; where the re-
doubtable Mark Tapcly first disclosed
his contempt for those vacations not sad
mud narrowing enough to render jolly
spirit creditable; where tho faces OF fair
la.ses bealhed upon Tom and even
ro,uish fingers to:ses him kisses. for,
dear soul, there could be no harm in
hin, and over which he at last reached
Salisbury and its snug old tavern, in
which "at half past six" he so happily
meets young Martin, and the event is
celebrated in glass OF punch each, as
hosas it could be made.
This delightful associative nearness to
those whom Dickens has created for
your ceaseless friendship clings to you
in the fine old city rs well. If you are
here Of q market day, as this one is, and
as ii was on the occasion OF Tom Pinch's
visit, tho picture Dickens drew for Tom
is the one you will still find, and with
as mellow setting us there is in all
England. You will sec "the young
farmers and old farmers, with smock
frocks, brown greatcoals, drab great
coats, red worsted comforters, leather
leggings, wonderful shaped hats, hunt
ingwhips and rough stick" just the
sans as Tom Pinch did.
Somehow the quaint shops, jewelers.
shops, bookshops, toyshops, childrens'
bookshops, chemists shops and all,
0uainter but less wonderful to you, are
still seen through Toms kindly eyes.
And when you tire Of all this and come
to that sweet cathedral close, you love
all the ancient and sacred place better
because Tom Pinch's friend was once
associate organist here, and let Tom
help with the stops, and when the
afternoon service was over left Pinch
alone in the organ loft. While lie
PLAYED and the tones resoundedthrough
The cathedral great thoughts and hopes
came crowding on his mind" which
seemed to find an echo in the depth OF
every ancient tomb, no less than in the
deep mystery OF his own heart.
And so II will be with you, Tor 1t is
not so much that the spire OF thisgrand
cathedral is the tallcst in all England,
that many OF its tombs and monuments
are the grandest and most ancient or
that It's close is incompatible in its
!oveliness, tranquility and beauty, as
tha, all these charms Of association stir
your mind aud heart. Not SO Won
deriul is what you will see at Salisbury,
though that Is wonderful indeed, as
yvh - ynu will feel
s. much of this tender enthusiasm
,,o,s,o.sns Won that Won can never tell