The record-union., 1892-06-11

the poet Gay. In the near little borough
Town OF Niiton IS the splendid seat OF the
E;irls OF Pembroke. Nearer still is Benz
eftoil, the Old home OF George Herbert,
and the fine memorial church to him who
was noble by birth. gifts and nature.
over to the southeast YOU will find one
OF the most imposing old castle ruins in
England, Wardour Castle, near the mod
ern seat OF the Arundels, and memorable
lot tne heroic defense against the forces
OF The Parliament of 1913 by Lady
6lanche Arundel. Adjoining is FonthiIi.
former seat of the author of that weird
and marvellous tale Of the Orient
~ athek." Just over the border OF
Wits, IN Dorset, is SALISBURY, where
was buried King Edward, the martyr.
Three miles 10 the northwest is the Field
OF the Tournament," one of the five
places appointed for tourneying by Rich
ard /. And but nine miles from Sails
bury, and seven north of old Sarum, will
De found Stonehenge, the most remarka-
bic monument of antiquity in all the
British isles
But 1t seems to me that of all else the
klndllest glamor and charm investing
Old Salisbury and neighborhood have
been laid upon them by the gentle pen of
Dickens. In my loiterings in lane and
highway. by riverside and in fieldpaths.
how those folk OF Martin Chuzzlewit''
troop back into their old accustomed
places. In this village or in that you
place the PecESnif home, and are sure
that from that dormer window the unctu-
Gus Old hypocrite's pupils in archtec-
ture, IN company with tender hearted
Tom Pinch, traced the elevations of the
far cathedral roof and spire.
This little wayside inn, with its snowy
curtains and vine-massed sides. must be
the veritable Blue Dragon presided over
by buxom Mrs. Lupin, where old Martin
thuZZlewlt came, cursed with gold and
haunted by his vulture relatives, and
where the dirty and jaunty Montague
1lgg and his companion, the strange in
stance Of the little frailties that beset a
mighty mind" Chevy. Slyme, ESQ.,. en-
tered upon their memorable but bootleSs
negotiations for loan from Mr., Peck
snltf. The little alehouse across the way
must also be the Half Moon and Seven
Stars where all ''the private lodgings in
the place, amounting TO full four beds
and sofa, rose cent per cent. in the mar
ket," as the vulture relatives gathered.
Here where the quiet country road, no
more than snowy hawthorn lane, stops
short at the great highway and of old the
stages dashed onward TO mighty London
town, is certainly the very best spot
where poor Tom Pinch, with heavy
heart, saw the stage, like some great
monster" bear away his friend. honest
John Westlock, more exultant and
rampant than usual" that dreary night
of parting.
This bright highway athwart the ridge,
bordered with chestnut, elm or beach,
with here and there a sunny opening
showing the clustered thatches and roses
OF farmhouse, undoubtedly was the
very one over which Pinch came in his
hooded gig; where the redoubtable Mark
Iapely first disclosed his contempt for
those vocatlonS not sad and harrying
enough to render jolly spirit creditable:
where the faces of fair lassies beamed
upon Tom, and even roguish fingers
tossed him kisses, for, dear soul, there
could be no harm in him, 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 a glass of punch
each, as hot as it could be made
This delightful associative nearness to
those whom Dickens has created for your
ceaseless friendship clings to you in the
flne old city as well. Ifyou are here of a
market day, as this one is, and as it was
on the occasion of Tom P1nch's visit, the
picture Dickens drew for Tom is the one
you will still find and with as mellow a
setting as there is in all England. You
will see 1.-The young farmers and old
farmers, with smock frocks, brown great
coats, drab greatcoats, red worsted COM
shaped hats, hunting whips and rough
stick" just the same as Tom Pinch did.
Somehow the quaint shops, jewelers.
shops, bookshopS, toyshops, chiIdren's
bookshops, chemists shops and all.
quainter 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 ali
the ancient and sacred place better be-
cause Tom Pinch's friend was once asso-
clate organist here, and let Tom help
with the stops, and when the afternoon
service was over left Pinch alone in the
organ loft. While he played and the tones
resounded through 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 in the deep mystery of his own
heart"
And so it will be with you, for it is not
so much that the spire of this grand ca
thedral is the tallest 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 loveiness,
tranquility and beauty, as that all these
charms OF association stir your mind and
heart. Not so wonderful is what you will
see at Salisbury, though that. is wonder
ful indeed, as what you will feel.
so much of this tender enthusiasm DOS
sesses you that yo ucan never tell another
critically about Salisbury Cathedral. No
need for that. Ali the host of those who
bring their pocket rules and dissert in.
technique about plinths and mullions
and ogees and uperincumbents and
strings and tiying buttresses and arcad-
ings and cuspings and filigrees and span
Drills and diaper enrichments have been
here before you, measured and sketched
and nosed about and gone, u half a thou
sand years ago. But you see a glorious
aspiration wrought out IN stone. What
ever your religion, you realize that sub
limest human effort sustained by sub
limeSt faith and zeal have fashioned from
earthly elements something indescriba-
bly, grand and beautiful, TO stand as place
for prayer and type Of endless upreach-
ings OF human hearts TO the mystery OF
the infinite.
IN that and with that you dream and
worship. Long and lovingly, too, You
loiter and dream in the old cathedral
close. AS no picture ever craven or
painted reveals just impressions of any
great cathedral exterior or interior. so no
words can convey the subtle charm Of the
close of Salisbury Cathedral. There are
tones and tints in The Deserted Village"
and the ''Elegy" that hint, but they only
hint, OF what is here.
EDGAR l.. WAKEMAN.
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