The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-06-12

| British king Aurelius Ambrosius lies buried
| at AnesburY, an hours journey distant,
though closer to the heart is Amesbury
mouse, orten the residence OF the poet Gay.
In the near little borough town Of Wilton
| is the splendid seat of the earls Of Pembroke
| Nearer still is Bemerton. 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 Eng
land, Wardour castle, near the modern seat
| OK the Arundels, and memorable for the he
role defense against the forces of the par
lament of 1913, by Lady Blanche Arundel.
| Adjoining is Fonthill, former seat of the
author of that weird and marvellous tale
OF the orient, "Nathek." just over the bor-
| der OF Wits, in Dorset, is SALISBURY,
where was buried King Edward the Martyr.
| Three miles to the northwest is the Field
| of the Tournament" one OF tho five places
appointed for tourneying by Richard l.
And but nine miles from Salisbury, and
| seven north of old Sarum, win be found
Stonehenge, the most remarkable monu-
ment of antiquity in oil the British isles.
| But it seems to me that of all else the
kiudlest glamor and charm investing old
Salisbury and neig hborhood have been laid
upon them by the gentle pen Of Dickens.
In my lolterings in lane and highway, by
riverside and in field-paths, how those folk
of Martin Chuzzlewit" troop back in their
| old accustomed places. In this village or
| in that you place the Pecksnif home, and
| are sure that from that dormer window the
uuctious old hypocrite's pupils in archi-
lecture 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 aud vine-massed sides must be the
veritable Blue Dragon presided over by
| buxom Mrs. Lupin, where old Martin
Chuzzlewit camo, cursed with gold and
hunted by his vulture relatives, and where
the dirty and jaunty Montague Tigg and
his companion, the 'strange instance OF the
little frailties that beset mighty mind"
Chevy Slyme ESQ.,, entered upon their
memorable but bootless negotiations for a
loan from Mr.. Pecksniff. The little ale
house across the way must also be the Half
Moon and Seven Stars where all 1.-THE priv
ate lodgings in the place, amounting to full
four beds and a sofa. rose cent. per cent. In
the market" as the vultlre relatives gath
cred.
Here where the quiet country road, no
more than q snowy hawthorn lane, stops
| short at the great highway and OF old the
stages dashed onward to mighty London
town, is certainly the very spot where poor
Tom Pinch, with q heavy heart, saw the
stage, like some great monster" bear away
his friend, honest John Westlock, more
exultant and rampant than usual" That
drearv night Of parting.
This bright highway athwart the ridge,
bordered with chestnut, elm or beech, with
here and there a sunny opening showing the
clustered matches aud roses of a farm house,
undoubtedly was the very one over which
Pinch came in his hooded gig; where the
redoubtable Mark Tapley, first disclosed
= nf md
and hurrylng enough to render jolly spi-
rit creditable; where the faces of fair lass
les 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 aud its
snug old tavern in which lat half past SIX
he so happily meets young Martin and the
event is celebrated in glass or punch each,
as hot as it could be made.
This delightful associative nearness to
those whom Dickens has created for your
ceaseless friendship cling5 to you IN the line
old city as well. If you are here of mar
ket day as this one is, and rs it was on the
occasion of Tom Piuch's visit, the picture
Dickens drew for Tom is the one you WllI
still find, and with as mellow a setting as
there is in ell England. You will see tine
Young farmers and old farmers, with smock
frocks, brown greatcoats, drab greatcoats,
red worsted comforters, leather legglngs,
wonderful shaped hats, hunting whips and
rough stick" Just the same as Tom Pinch
did
Somehow the quaint shops, jewelers.
shops, bOokshOps, toysnops, cnildrens
bookshops, chemists shops and all, qnaiuter
but less wonderful to you are SUN seen
through Toms kindly eyes And when you
tire of all this and come TO that sweet cathe-
dral close, you love all the ancient and
sacred place better because Tom Plnch's
friend was once associate organist here, ana
let Tom help with the stops, and when the
afternoon service was over left Finch 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
than in the deep mystery OF his own heart.
And so it will be with you, for 1t Is not
so much that the spire OF this grand cathe-
dral is the tallest in all England, that many OF
it's tombs and monuments are the grandest
and most ancient, or that Its close Is lu-
comparable in its loveiiness, tranquility and
beauty, as that all these charms OF assocla-
ton stir YOUR mind and heart. Not so
wonderful Is what you will see at Salisbury,
though that is wonderful indeed, as what
you will feel.
So much of this tender enthusiasm pos
sesses YOU that you can never tell another
critically about Salisbury cathedral NO
need for that. All the host of those who
bring their pocket rules and dlssert in tech
nfuue about plinths and mullions and ogees
and superincumbents and strings and fly
ing buttresses and arcadings and cuspings
and filigrees and spandrils and diaper ems
richments, have been here before you,
measured and sketched and nosed about and
gone. a half a Thousand years ago. But you
see a glorious aspiration wrought out in
stone, Whatever your religion, you real
ize that sublimest human effort sustained
nv sublinest faith and zeal have fashioned
from earthly elements something 1ndescrlb-
ably grand and beautiful, to stand as place
for PRAYER and type OF endless upreachings
of human hearts to the mystery Of the in
finite.
In that and with that you dream and
worship. Long and lovingly, too, you
loiter and dream in the old cathedral close.
Asno picture ever craven or painted re-
yeals lust impressions of any great cathe-
dral exterior or interior, so no words can
convey the subtle charm of the close of
Salisbury cathedral. There are zones and
tints in 1.-The Deserted Village" and the
"Elegyn chat hint, but they only hiht, of
what Is here. EDGAR L. WAKEMAN.
The merit of Hoods Sarsaparlla is not
accidental but is the result of careful study
and experiment by educated pharmacists
dd.
VII. Wilder, mayor of Albany. Ca, says he
has suffered with rheumatism for fifteen years.
and in that time he tried all the so-called