The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-09-02
TOURING THROUGH EUROPE
IT MAS HITH REGRETS THAT AN ADIEU VAS BID TO CAY PARIS.

A Ride Through Beautiful Country Agricultural France is Unsurpassed by Any Other Land-Trunks Polced Into by
 the Customs ohicers-At Last in the Metropolis of the worid-London.
 London, August 4, 1895. To the Editor Of the JOURNAL AND CouRI tR:
 From Paris we had arranged to visit the Channel Islands. These are reached by train in five hours to St. Ma 10 or Granville and from thence by steamboat to St. Helliers in two hours. We decided, however, to change our plans and to come on to London, as we heard that the heat in the islands is of ten excessive in summer. We intend to spend two or three weeks here and find a cool resort on the English south coast for few weeks. We regretted to bid adieu to Paris, gay, vivacious, giddy Paris; in spite of its errors it is a charming spot as far as the avenues, houses, trees and material objects are concerned; the inhabitants, however, cannot enthuse over.
 We left in the through express at 10S0 am, "Schnelle zug," as they say in Germany, and we arrived at Rouen at 1 p. m., having ridden through a beautiful country; agricultural France is unsurpassed by any other land; love- ly meadows, glistening streams and pleasant fields stretched about us as far as We could see.
 Rouen is "a. fine old city with a grand historic cathedral and many other in- teresting buildings. The history con- nected with Rouen is unique and very interesting. After leaving Rouen we began to feel that we were approaching the sea-coast. There were certain and sure indications of this and in due time the sand dunes appeared, sea birds seemed to fly high in the air. trees and shrubs seemed to grow to one side as is often the case on a breezy coast line, and before we had realized it we had arrived at the quaint old French town of Dieppe, full of peculiar houses and peculiar little fisher people; many French luggers with bright red sails were hauled up on the flat beach and I noticed that there is a very great rise and fall of the tide at that little sea- port.
 There is much to interest one In Dieppe, and it is popular sea resort for French and English "trippers" as they are called. On Bank holiday ill August it is crammed with English bank clerks who run across the chan mel and rest on the bright sands and breathe in the pure ozone as it comes full freighted from the open sea; that IS something which they rarely ever expe- rience in London Many steamers ply between England and France, and as the channel is often very boisterous, good sea boats are necessary, and such are the steamers which sail from Dieppe, Calais, Ostend, sc. We crossed in the new French screw steamer Tran ise,' and had a. successful crossing; there were two hundred of us and I called it smooth trip, although some English friends considered it "very rough, don't you know" "so lumpy."
 The distance from Dieppe to New Ha- ven on the English coast is sixty miles, and we fairly played leap-frog over the tops of the waves and made the dis tance in three hours, which was pretty good steaming right against the wind and current. 1t did really seem delight full to be once more afioat on the bosom of old Oceanus, and to view a clear ho- rizon of blue water all about us; and then the steamers, ships and brigs of all nations which we met. I was glad to see the sailing craft. Great painted posts of fine French and English ships were coming to and from distant coun- tries lugging the full bellying ccanvas with every hempen rag set allow and aloft, cracking on ard doing the best 10 take advantage of a good old fashioned ten knot nor'wester. Little fisher craft were to be seen in great numbers scur- rying away with slackened sheets, anx- ious to get their reward of toll to mar ket and thus to the great market halls of Paris and London.
 How few of us who delight to dine on the finny denizens of the great deep ever pause to think of the rough, hir- sute old fellows who dwell in Yarmouth or Boulogne fisher craft, who spend their whole existence in batting their hooks and pulling in their prey. Many steamers and majestic ships of all rigs were stretching their mid-channel course out to the grand Atlantic ocean, bound to far away continents and is- lands. About one hour and one-half af- ter leaving the low lying coast of France we made the white chalk cliffs of Swsset far ahead, and Albion's white hills fairly gleamed like pure silver in the sunlight Just so those blanched hills appeared when Tyrian ships came to England to load tin, and when Ju- Illus Caesar threw his panoplied Romans on the south coast of Britain. We passed Beachy Head, Seaford and St. Leonards, arriving at last at the wharf in New haven, a pretty English village which probably gave its name to our home in Connecticut.
 Again the customs officers poked away at our trunks and bags trying to find the dreadful playing cards, alco- holic beverages and tobacco. The idea! As if every man, woman and child must go about necessarily drinking cognac, smoking noxious tobacco and playing whist or poker. They found none of the above, and their examine ton at least was a slight one, and hay- ing entered our carriages we flew like