Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-07-30

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 hooks and
corners, and their sweet rich herbage, where
dairy cows and cattle "feeding up" for the
butcher pass their tranquil lives literally in
clover. There is always sure to be pretty
pool under the clump of trees at one corner,
or shallow stream rippling gently along at
one side, singing its way to the valleys from
the hills
Not eight miles away are the spires and
towers of quaint old cathedral city. This
is ancient Worcester, that earned It's title
of the "faithful city" In the time of the
Commonwealth in SO valiantlv holding out
against Cromwell for the King. Young
Charles watched the last great battle from
the Cathedral tower until the citizens, vain
ly beating back the invaders, gave him time
to make his escape. Cromwell revenged
the plucky resistance not so like butcher
as at Drogheda, but enough to leave the
fair old city almost silent and deserted for
years, while only the fowls of the air
gathered in its roofess and windowless
Cathedral.
In Worcester the old and the new touch
everywhere. Interesting among that which
is old are two of the most noteworthy monu-
ments in England within the Cathedral.
One is that of King John, the earliest royal
efigy in any of the English churches. The
other is the monument to Bishop Hough, of
Magdalen College celebrity, whom James
II. succeeded in making the English
thoroughly remember.
Pretty Mingling Of Old and New.
This mingling of the old and new is
notably characteristic of Worcester. There
are bustllng streets with broad pavements
and busy river wharves. There are noble
bridges, big warehouses and bigger man
ufactories with tall chimneys, and long
rows of brick cottages for workmen, which
may possess comfort, but which have a
hideous sameness and dreariness about
them.
But there are broad streets, sharply turn
ing odd corners and losing themselves in
the queerest OF lanes running up and down
the hills. There are weather-stained build
ings, sacred and municipal, preserved or
restored, or partially rebuilt. There is one
venerable fortified gateway, and another
graceful medieval arch, while there are
streets and wynds and closes with antIquated
names like Forgate and the Frvars. So,
too, there are many, many timbered houses
with those fine old open galleries which
used to look down upon the courtyards of
inns and hostelries-when wagoners and
cartmen liked to keep an eye on their goods
and guests shouted for servants instead of
ringing for them.
But the quaintest, sweetest place in all
the Cotswold and Malvern hills is ancient
Broadway Broadway street is its old and
pleasant name, derived from that great road
or trackway leading from the west of Eng
land 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 Eve
sham."
No Change in Five Centuries.
1t is one long, wide, struggling street, with
large, open, triangular green, at one end
branching into tw o great roads. one to Chelt-
enham and one to Evesham ALL its houses
are picturesque. Indeed here is one of the
few ancient stone built villages of olden
England, lett precisely as its makers built
it all the way from 300 to 500 years ago, and
without single mark Of modern Improve
ment" upon it. On every side are high
pitched, gable roofs, with wonderful stone
and iron finals, mullioned windows and
bays, loaded easements, containing the orig
inal glass, and huge, tall, stone chimney
stacks-all weathered to most beautiful col.
ors Low stone walls in front enclose little
old world gardens with clipped and fanci-
fully shaped yew trees.
There are two OF the quaintest inns in
England here. Coaches have run to and
from them, as now, for hundreds of years;
for Broadway is beyond the sound of the
railway, and the restful hostelries abound
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. Every
house has fiat headed, mullioned windows,
with massive wood lintels inside and huge
baulks of oak. roughly squared and nodded
over the ingles and freplaces. Near the
village green is the old 'Grange" OF the
lbbots of Pershore; in all old house at one
md of the village colonies of artists, some
rom our own country, annually come and
i've in what they call "Im Paradise" and |!
rom the summit of Broadway hill cot only |
AN you study scenes blending into thirteen |
english shires, but hundreds Of abbey barns
Ind ancient stone farmhouses.
An Example to Be EmuIated.
In every one of the latter, tradition will |
ell you, Charles i. or Elizabeth passed
light. How wise of them to do SO If they
lad the time. envied them and followed |
heir example wherever 1 could, and from
his mossiest of all West of England hooks
ook enhancing strolls to Daylesford, where
Warren Hastings was born and where he
lied; to little Strenham, where Samuel
Butler, author of "Hudibras," was born;
0 Chipping Campden, site OF the ancient
'Cotswold games" of the time of James l.,
pon which johnson, Dravton and other
'oets wrote, and whose rhymes were pub
ished in a quaint old volume called
'Annalia Dubrensis," in 1886; to Winch
ombe, asleep by the babbling Isborne
tream, with its ruin of a once famous mi
cred abbey and its sad memories of the
of the queen dowager, Catherine
'arr; to Cleeve Prior, hung like nest
pom the cliffs above the Avon, and to
1vesham, queen of noble Evesham vale,
isIng from the banks of the Avon and
acked by venerable tower, antique churches
nd the ivied walls of its once hourishing
bbey. One and all, idyllic spots and hours
'ere these. EDGAR L. WAKEAIAN.