Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-01

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CLARENCE POINTING OUT PLACES OF IN
TEREST.
if | could market my North Carolina
grass every year Mt the above prices l
could make enough to square me ON the
expense of trying to raise other crops.
The past week | have been the pos
SCISSOR of valet The doctor told me
that | did not know how to travel or
what to eat and drink in order to keep out
of the grave, so he prescribed among
other things n valet to travel with me,
do chores, give my orders, attend to my
washing and ironing and be general all
around guide, philosopher and hired man.
call him Clarence. He is 5S Years of
age and resembles me very much i'll ap-
pearance. 1t is rather amusing to see
me going about over England accom-
panied by n manservant resembling me
so closely. Elsewhere it would cause
laughter. but here it is kindly and even
courteously received, but not mirthfully.
Clarence points ont various places of
interest to ME in city or country as we
jog along. He is not up on art very much,
being self made man who ran short of
hair as he finished the job. But he knows
this country by heart. and though his
English is bad enough to import into
America for the use of those who wish
to affect the groom of this country he is
good servant and has an appetite that
will cut my visit here short by week.
At present | am at lodgings. Every
body advises you to take lodgings here,
and very likely it would be good thing
if we could always know what they were
to be. Mine could he a good deal better.
for the lundlady has seen better days"
Perhaps ! need not say any more than
that.
However. il is II case where the husband
joyfully died about Is years ago and left
his wife n landiady with a CULVER in her
voice and no idea OF keeping house. You
see such cases everywhere, but more
here perhaps More people connected
by the eyelids with the Established
Church die here or lose their jobs and
leave witless relatives to cling to world
ly people who are on salaries than else
where perhaps.
| am sensitive 10 the cold, and England
is cold. People who are used to it. of
course, do not mind ii, but to dwell with
this never dying chill at ones heart, sur
rounded by pail of shivers and dark
ness, and darkness such as today per
vades my room, and confronted by such
a fire as have, is the kind of thing that
makes one beg for death or an early
steamer
Ny fire is made in an iron sconce Just
big enough to hold n black brick This
brick is coal dust and dirt mixed with
tar or New Orleans molasses or some
thing and then compressed. 1t is rs in
combustible as belgian block, and
when in its wild fury it turns red and is
really in its meridian it is as fiercely hot
as n new laid egg.
| ask Clarence to stir it up, but he we'll
asks how one can stir brick that is
wedged i'll the chimney. put on more
overcoatS and sit on my feet. They are
so chilled that | am most afraid I will
take cold sitting on them.
Last Sabbath | attended divine serv-
ices ut Westminster abbey and wore my
new clothes made here. There was a
slight fiutter of pleasure. | fancied, rs |
passed down the aisle. The clothes are
not so loud as some that | was tempted to
get. What | wore WAS n subdued or sort
of protested check made in a box plat
jacket, with hat of same, trousers half
tight fitting e., tight below the knee
and very full above-plaid tennis shoes
and white ''spats."
Westminster abbey has q good choir
of singers. who live here in town, and
an organ that is paid for The voice of
that organ was very comforting TO me,
a stranger with sweet memories only
~
melody my heart rose. believe in an
honest but voiCeless prayer.
The service was swallowed up by the
mighty galleries, where, in the dusky re-
cesses of the lofty building. the gold and
ruby and green sunbeams from the vast
and glorious window were straying, but
the voices of the singers and the bugles
and thunder and flutes Of the organ l
could not forget.
They We're not the same, hut they took
me back TO the time when l used to go
and wait all through choir practice in
order TO go home at last with the young
I lady organiSt.
1t was so grand, SO deep, so memory
stirring, that for the moment forgot
/ my costly raiment and Was hack again
in the far west of America. without over
CATERS, 1; j, trus, but with heart fun
of JOY and with a small gloved hand an
my coat sleeve where | can feel II yet.
So l Went after services to tell the pas,
tor how mlch | was pleased with 81.
choir, etc, but he was gone.
! Westminster church is where the queen
| was crowned fifty odd years ago and has
never since its erection or conservation
given a mush and milk sociable.
Yesterday l visited the National gal
lery because it was the day when artists
come 10 make copies OF the old masters
There you see old and gray artists peg
| ging away at copies of Rubens, and
young and pretty girl artists-prettier
than any of the pictures they are paint
ing-and all at work regardless of pass
ing and curious people. They are all
wrapped mp in their art
l watched one Young lady over her
shoulder while she painted n sunset
sort of an explosion it looked like-in the
Turner collection. Then | asked her
what price she was going Ia put ON it.
but she called an attendant, who arrest
ed me and confined me in the Hogarth
I room for half an hour.
They are very severe with people WIZ
interfere with artists who are working.
The works of Turner have been often
! rriticisa1 and esDecially hy the mn