The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-04-16

was An attorney here, and law agent to Sir
James Lowther, Rfte-ward the Earl of
Lonsdale. The house where the poet was
born is a long, two-storied, hipped-roof
structure, standing at corner of Main
street and a recessed alley, and must have
been regarded as a stately affair in its time.
A tier OF nine windows in the second aud
eight In the first story face the street, which
is shut Off by a massive stone wall with
wide coping and monumental projections at
regular intervals and at the corners. In
the area between the street wall and the
house are several pertly trimmed shade
trees, and the ample garden in the rear ex-
tends to the banks of the lovely Derwent.
Hawkshead lies midway between the
queen of the English lakes, Windermere,
and Coniston water, near which may be
found the home Of John Ruskin, and nestles
prettily beside the beautiful Esthwaite
water. 1t is by far the most antique village
In the lake country. The old school house
is standing just as Wordsworth left it, 1t
is no more than a tiny dungeon, with wide,
low windows, a single broad. low door and
a whitewaBhed school room interior, where
a tall man would be in danger of humping
the ceiling beams with his head.
The schoolboy, W ordsworth, cut his name
into his desk and the SCARED old plank is
accordingly priced as "a precious relic.
Every one will remember the good old
dame. Anne Tyson, with whom Words
worth lived, and who was so much mother
to him during his boyhoods days at Hawks
! head. Her cottage is still standing; and
The snow white church upon the hill,
made famous in the Prelude" stands as
then in a near field. Around 1t the sheep
and lambs are grazing. But the old life
went out of Hawkshead with the hand
looms; you will never find more than a
| score of worshipers at service within it; aud
the incumbency Is SO reduced that the vii
lage rector himself rings the chime of bells
| which calls the dim old folk that remain to
| this all but deserted shrine.
Here again the types of villages, one in
| the north and another in the west Riding
| Of Yorkshire; neither like the scores of
| sunny hamlets In tender Y Yorkshire wales,
but standing grimly and stoutly against the
shudderiug moors defiant of change and
the tempests of centuries. Come with me
| over dreary Stanemoor's wilds. and look
| down there upon dead old Bowes.
There lies the sinuous shell of the ancient
village winding, ooobled, grass-Rrown
| street of half a mile in length, thanked by
ruined houses half of whose thatohed roofs
have fallen in. Far to the east the eye
| catches a glimpse of the classic domain of
| Rokeby. To the north the dells and fells
| where flows the river Tees. To the south,
| the glen of Greta, where that river tumbles
and sings. That huge. lone, stone structure.
way, weird aud ghostly under huge syca-
mores, was formerly another Dotheboys
hall. Richard Golden once owned it and
made it his home.
Then the Unicorn inn, with its acres of
out buildings, empty and moss-grown. OPP
posite, another silent inn, the Rose and
Crown. Then, facing westward. a little
Norman church. Near IL, the ruins of
| Norman castle. Behind these ruins, the
ancient Roman station Of Savatrae, where
are remains OF baths aud an aqueduct.
Then, rooted and unroofed novels on
either side to the westward, where
you will see, still standing just as
Dickens described veritabls Dotheboys
Hall in his Nicholas Nickleby, "a long,
| cold looking house, l-story high, with q few
struggling outbuildings behind, and barn
and stable adjoining.
The other is Haworth. Seen at a distance
| il seems half-detined line of ragged gray,
cut in another line of gray above which Is
| the lofty, dreary HawOrth moor. There is
| but single street; closes sometimes extend
for house length TO the right and left.
| The yardwide pavements are series of
stone stairs and platforms. Beneath the
latter are shadowy shops and living rooms.
/ All stand open. But few Inhabitants are
to be seen. Up, up, up, for a half mile,
| you plod. and at last reach a tiny, open
/ space. The houses are set around it closely.
l Quaint shops and ancient inns crowd it at