Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1893-04-17

The ola church looming above the red
tiles of the cottage roofs Is curiousy
surmouuted by separate tower and
steeple the pile 80 gray. mellow and ivy.
massed as 90 involuntarily suggest a 81
"a ltic tree loppcd of In its lower trunk,
where the huge battlementcd tower stops,
out of whose edge. whore the stceple
rises, has sproutcd q second slender tree
The tradition goes that two capmcious
maiden sisters. DESTROYS Of ralsing some
sacred memorial. agreed upon erecting
upon Orms-kfk a tower and st9eple, yet,
disagreeing as TO uniting aud connecting
their work. they finally expended OH
their wealth aud energies upon both
each independent OF the other. Inc
earliest Of the renowned Derhys aud
Stancys are buried here. Messy, lch-
encd. slumberous. grave the entire place
Is Il wOndrOus picture Of tender rcpOse,
aud II but one Of scores of winsone Ian.
cashire villages blending. lowlying and
hushcd. iu the peasant landscape between
the thunderOus towns Of mills.
What precious old bits of gray and
sunshihe aud green are The halfdescrted
villages of COckcrmouth aud Elnwkshead
up here I'M the English lake region the
former in Cumberland. and the hitter
lust inside Lancashire whore that county
pushes u rugged arm up among the stars,
fplls and pixies of the English Alps
COckermouth itself where Wordsworth
was born. Is but one OF the many quaint
old Cumbrinn villages. which seem as
ancient aud messy as the rocks out of
which they were hewn IL Is sweet,
dim drcamful and sOngful old spot. for
the Dprwcnt river sweeps melOdiOusly
by, and the Cocker river, from which the
village derives It's name. Is enpued into
the Derwent nj the village side.
WOrdswuU'ths fthM. John Words
"a
agent 90 Sir james Lowther. afterwards
the Earl Of Lonsdalc. The house where
the poet was born is long, tWo-stOrled,
hippcd-rOOf structure. standing at n cor
ner Of Main street and q recessed alley
aud must have been regarded as state
~ affair In It's time. A tier Of nine win
dows in the second and eight in the first
story face the street which Is shut of by
n massive stone wall with wide coping
and monumental projections nc regular
intervals aud nt the corners. In the
area between the street wall and the
house are several pcrtly trimmed shade
trees, aud the ample garden In the rear
extends TO the banks Of the lovely Der
went.
Ilawkshcod lies midway between the
queen of the English lakes Windermere,
aud tOnistou water, near which may be
found the home Of john liuskIu, aud
ncsilcs prcttily beside the beautiful Esth-
waite water. IL is by far the most an-
tiuue village In the lake country. The
old schoolhousc is standing just as Words
worth left A. lt Is no more than tiny
stone dungeon, with wide, low windows,
single board, low door and a white
washed schoolroOm interior, whore tall
man would be- in hanger of humping the
ceiling beams with his head.
Tho schOolbOy, Wordsworth, cut his
nnmo into his desk, aud the sucrcd old
ID A. I.a. U.sta. s|s.fa
relic Everyone VIII remember the good
old dame. Anne Tyson, with WHOM
Wordsworth lived and was so much a
mother TO him during his buyhoOds days
at Hawkshcad. Her cottage Is still
standing; and
'The snow white church upon tue hill, ~
made famous Ia the Prelude stands as
then. In % near field Around It the sheep
and lambs are grazing. But the old life
went ont of llawkshead with the hand.
looms; yOu will never find more than u
score of worshippers at service Ina II;
und the incumbcucy Is so reduced that
the village rector himself rings the chime
of bells which calls the dim old folk that
remain to this all but deserted shrine.
Here again. are types of villages, one
la the north and another In the west
Riding Of Yorkshire; neither like the
scores of humlets in tender Yorkshire
ynlos, but standing grimly and stouuy
against the shuddering moors, defiant OF
change and the tempests Of centuries.
Come with me over dreary Stnncmoor' 3
| wilds, aud look down there upon dead
| old Bowcs
There lies tho sinuous shell of the au-
| ciCut yillu.c-n winding, Cubbled grass
| grown street Of half mile in length,
! Ranked by ruined houses, half of whose
| matched roofs have fallen in Far To the
east the eve catches % glimpse of the
slu az lt
| the dell3 and fels whore flows the river
/ Tees no the south the glen Of Grptu,
whcre that river tumhles and sings. That
| huge, lone. stone structure, the FIRST no
| BoWcs from the Greta Bridge way weird
and rhostly under huge sycumOrcs, was
| formerly another Dothehoys Hall Rich.
| ard Golden Cuce owned II and made 10
| his home
Thou the Unicorn inn, with its acres
| of OutbuildinEs, empty aud uOss-grOwu
| Opposite. another silent inn. the Rose
| and Grown. Then, facing westward, a
! little Norman church Near 10, the ruins
| OF Norman castle. Behind these ruins
! the ancient Roman station OF Sayatrae
where are remains of baths and au ncque
duet Then rooted aud unr0oled novels
| ON either side TO tho westward, where
| YOU will see, still standing Just as Dick
ems described workable DOthbboys Hal
iu his Nicholas NicAoby IA long, col,
/ LOOKING mousse, one hlply NlkNt WIN n lev
struggling outhuildings behind and u barr
and stable adjoining
The other is IluwOrth Seen nc dis
lance IL seems half-dehued line O
ragged gray, cut In another line of gray
| above whchis the lofty, drenry HnwOrtl
moor. There rs but single street
| closes sometimes extend for house
length 10 the right aud left The yard
| Wide pnyements are series of stone stair
| and platforms Beneath the latter arr
| shudOWy shops aud living rooms. Al
stand open but few Inhabitants are /,
be- seen. Up, up, mp, for a hali-mile 20,
trod, aud ut last reach a tiny open space
| The houses are set around II closely
Quaint shops and ancient inns crowd :
at all sorts of curious angles This Il
the head of the village, geographically
In hnhit0uous and In ariatocracy
Not for It's attraciyeness. but because
IL seems an outlet 90 somewhere. yol
pass into little court behind the Bmcl
Bull inn. IL Is q maze of angles am
wynds suddenly another tiny Opo1
space courronts YOU, Here Is am Old
ubl1ng twO-storied stone house, with
few yards of gr0ss-pot no its side; a lttl
blended With, a grim Norman tower,
graveyard cluttered with crumblmg stone
the whole barely covering an aero %
ground. These We're Aaworth parsonag,
church aud churchyard; the earthly an
hnal home OF the Bron;es; and their liN
ing eyes ever rested on llaworth moor
which rises Immediately above th