Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1892-12-15

Untnmcrsmtsh ioufpcnny Bus - The
zines, and siost Richly Stocked Gar.
sens In the world.
fcopyrisht, isna. by Edgar L. wakcman.l
toypox, Sept. 2G.--"IIus Is downtroh,
ue Lord knows, but hus 'as our reg'lar
,outings, cheap enough to get TO, aud
r.rlou.cr than can be named In iify."
Thus spoke hearty London stoker. who
a. beside me on top Of fourpcnny Ham
rer,mith bus. Along with him were bis
hnyom wife and four red checked chill
Jr,n. II was early Of n Saturday afternoon,
All not there was n happier family, down
,,odr or otherwise, In all London.
"My missus ERE" proudly clapping hi.
,yge hand on bis wlfe's abundant kncrs.
aan III nm the young uns be goln Ger to
Kew. Missus loikc. were she can PUNK
isrter nat q grass, tho Ill nllus says,
Poi. grass mn rheumatic grows t'gethor,'
an the Young uns romps IN gullops like
mad. III says, Pol, them young uns'll
vns,e thoirsel's to bone from 'oppin an
,,eaming round Kew But Pol says back
10 me. seat, Handrew, hit makes 'cm
,leep like hnldermcn nm heat like pau.
mrs. an NO Kew hit Is II II takes my last
XII Tor hour houtlng. Been to Kew. STRIP
no had not, but I should bo glad e
zee the gardens, | told him.
"Wiy, Lord bless husi come right long
VII nus. Hlt'il do ye good, siri'
And so IL did FOR kept In the delight.
fnl company Of the "downtrod" all the
vay out on the pleasant journey. returned
10 the city with them, and never lost sight
N them until tho blazing evening lights
Of the winding Strand shonc on the tired
family safely eusconsccd on tho deck OF n
Whltechapel bus. which whirlcd them
away 10 their lowly home IN that world.
foulpst slayepen--tho east end Of mighty
London.
It d an interesting little Journey by un
foreground railway, by river or by road &c
RoU,l Kew. Interesting below ground Tot
theglimpscs Of the folk who live down there
IN the bowels Of the enrth-station masters,
porters, news clerks and harinaids ont OF
whose faces. like the Cornish miners, the
light and color have gone. and who move
about IN n desolhte discouraged way. as
though hopeless prisoners there. You read
uathos and heartnche all along these foul
underground ways. breathe prayer that
our cities shall never know them. aud wish
YOU could wlisE all these white faced toll.
er, with "lIundrew" and the young uns"
for romp about the lovely gardens OF
Kew.
From the roof Of your bus you see miles
upon miles OF the woalthiest part of West
london. Here IL Plcadllly, with its arts.
tocrntie clubland on the right. Green Park
and l1rlly buckingham Palace nrc on the
left. Hyde Park Corner, Knlghtsbridgc,
Albert Memorial, Krnsington Gardens,
kcnsIugton. Holland Park, Olympia and
Hammrrsmith followed, and then you
come 10 where the hedges, avenues and
villas hint OF the rcstful country scenes Of
England. Bright indeed Is this road e
Kew, through busy IInmmersmith aud
drowsy Chiswick, with it, nursery ground.
and glass houses 10y the wAysidc, and fine
market gardens crowded close hy new
houses, aud drcamful Gunnorbury, wher,
The ancient forests show in dark masses
against the horizon. There arc lush or
chards, too, where the rich fruit dapple.
the fading leaves, and meadows wavy and
rich, whefo the late buttercups nnd daisies
altar the tender green.
The old days nrc remembered more than
once on this winding highway-most sug
gestlvcly perhaps, where on new red
brick wall Is seen the inscription, London
stile. Who that has read Dickens OF
Thackeray or Albert Smith (who barely es.
capped being rs great as either does not in
fancy instantly live In the old coaching
days and see disappearing TO tho west In o
cloud 81 dust the Flying Mail" or th,
wonder" or with pathetic recognition
remember the country yokels resting on
that broad style, the meantime munchinp
their crusts ns they gazed down the
Thames TO We.tmlnstcr's towers aud St.
Paula dome and dream OF the wondrou'
London streets all paved with shining
goldl
Aud then the NOISY bridges, with steer
old fashioned pitch and broad. crum
bling parapots, where rosy checked lasse,
stlll llnger aud marvel rs your bus goe'
tumbling by, gray turnstiles leading e
brown deep iootpaths that wind through
gardens and fields, where some one, rs IL
the old days, always tarrles and turns &c
gaze Mt passerr, gazing In their turn, a,
though the two were the only ones seen In
awhOle days journey; the gay but stolit
looking barges lying here and there IN III,
backwator against the shore, and finally
quaint old Kew Green. where tho year,
bring no change and where everything Il
40 little, odd aud antiquated that you coult
feel no surprise II Farmer George ant
Queen Charlotte, with numbering calech,
and six horses, came dashing through tn,
gates Of Royal Kew.
About 200 years ago Lord Capel laid out
the garden which has since become moi
only one of London's most beautiful pleas
urc grounds, but n scientific institution
whose Influence and benefits reach to al
quarters of the globe On the death o
Lord Capel, In 1890, the estate passed int,
the hands of his sonin.law, who made III,
place still more famous as the headquar
ter OF English astronomists Under tn
advice Of the Earl OF Butte the dowago
Princess Augusta nude It q scientific es
Enlistment, and II was called the "Physil
Garden" As early as 1868 Sir John Hi
published n catalogue Of the plants o
Kew. There were then fifty ferns. co
tees and shrubs and several thousan,
herbnceous plants. In 1850 the estate wa
bought by George Ill lie devoted muol
money and attention TO Its improvement
Farmer George" he was called. In prnis
by scientists and In derislon by taxpayers
for his pains. For long time after thi
monurch's death the gardens sank int
neglect. II was then proposed to disestnt
llsh and dlEendow them. a protest wa
raised and the whole kingdom opposed
whereupon the gardens were surrendere
BY the crown and became u national estat
lishment In 1910.
Then Royal Kew In name became Roya
New In fact under the directorships Of 81
W. j. Hooker, who remained In charg
until his death, In 1865. and his son, 81
Joseph Hooker the renowned traveller Rn
botanist, who succeeded him. The latte