Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-11-14

gardener that I had just gone through the business and could give her points, so he and are planting the bald places on her lawn. The weather has been so dry, every one says, that lawns have all suffered. Still it doesn't seem to be so blistering dry to me. I have never al lowed myself to be five minutes from my umbrella since 1 came, and the poor crossing sweepers who keep the mud of so one can get on the other side win my sympathy and keep ne out of change. In fact, instead of changing flags I am changing sovereigns," in the language of Texan whom met on this side.
 Clarence, my valet, is still with me. He points out what ought to eat and then eats it. I certainly never saw a man with such groping for food, such yearning for groceries, cereals and en- dogenous asparagus.
 He took q vacation the other day and went into the country about eight or ten miles, which simply takes one into a muddier part of London, but he came home to his meals, and after eating us out of house and home returned to his play.
 It is very hard for an American gentle man to know how to treat a valet. I've had Clarence two weeks now, and all that he has done 90 far was to reach up my back for a suspender that had escaped me. He said he could shave me when l engaged him. and he could if did not regret it so after he did it. He got me ! in a chair upholstered with horse hair ! cloth, and which l fell out of twice while : he was working my face into place by means of my nose, then he shaved me with a razor that was captured during [ Al I l that Plum Levi, Patton avenue, Ashe- I vile, North Carolina, |. s. A, in his best flights of genius could not approach Clarence. Plum might have been as gifted in the matter of torture, but he never had the preceding generations of that sort of thing 10 help him.
 I've a good notion to retire Clarence for he has got after all a degree of appe- tite and dignity which make people mis- take him for the gentleman of the two. Possibly it's partly, too, because I'm 15 years younger than he and naturally more frisksOme and debonair.
 The second morning after took these lodgings l did not get my boots (some- times called shOes) from the blacker The blacker said that he did not black
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 A kind Creator gave Clarence dignity to make up for his gnawing hunger. let him eat with me, for actually suffer when have to eat alone. The kind. hospitable Englishman looks out for my dinners, but the breakfasts are especially lonesome without Clarence. He has done valeting for others, among them an American and two Australians. He likes me tho best, he says, because am a better provider. As he sort of di- rects my diet so that 1 won't get the gout, which threatened me for 10 days and nights, he makes suggestions which suit him.
 For breakfast we take a sole, with boiled egg, toast, coffee and possibly some liver and bacon, with apollinaris, which is fivepence the bottle. Then for lunch at 80 We have beautiful mack erel-not a fossil mackerel, with his bosom full of brine, but a tender, blue eyed mackerel, with a radiant complex ion and genuine good feeling. Then a big. juicy steak, with brown gravy. Oh, sir, me eyes, but that steak and that gravy make England look good to me, and l am willing to let bygones be by zones. Then there is fine old stilton cheese, with what used to call a crack CT, but now biscuit Also celery and brussels sprouts, with bottle of Bur gundy, because water here is only used externally.
 Then at 6:30 We have dinner. I have the name of paying for it and Clarence eats it. It Is a fine broiled fish after some anchovies and pea soup. Then a joint and bird with bottle of MOselle and sweets. Sweets are mostly tarts- I've never eaten one. They look like a medallion in paste and gooseberry, and I've often thought that if her most gra- cious majesty the queen of Great Britain, empress of India and tanner of Ireland would some day while I'm up at her place for dinner decorate me with one of them, I'd wear it on my breast forever.
 1 saw Sir Edwin Arnold a few days ago in Piccadilly, and the following day saw a column or two devoted by him in Tho Telegraph to America, and generally to local songs like the ''Swanee River, :" comparing our local songs with those of the Scotch, the Irish, French, Italian, and so forth. When he says our scenery is 'stringy," however, say that his own is very tart. Here follows Arnold's piece:
 These thoughts come to me. remembering something that happened in a long journey which took last year between New York and New Orleans, going round by the south and following what Is called by enterprising rail- way advertisers there the sunset route" Train travelling in the states Is wonderfully well organized and fairly comfortable for long trips, but it cannot be said that the average scenery of the great republic is beautiful or in- teresting. There Is an aspect about the general American landScapc which can be best defined as "stringy." The trees are spindiy, the wild growth of woods and wastes Is ragged, and even in some of the prettier combinations hid eOus collections of black and half burnt stumps deface the prospect and make the land seem like a collection of cemeteries in memory oi its bygone forests
 When once you get out of the large and well built towns and cities, the country regions ara , full Of mean and ugly wooden houses made oi weather board, and you go farther south these degenerate into ragged farmhouses which paint upon their roofs the names of pat ent medicines in staring letters, or negro shan ties scarcely more human in appearance than pigsties. South of Washington there are cer- tAinly some charming regions under the Blue ridge and among the woods Of Virginia and climate and scenery both alter little for ths better when the train crosses Into North Caro- Una, and you run down by Hendersham and