The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-12-04

Nation of Itself.
 DRESDEN, Nov. 8, 1S95. To the Editor of the JOURNAL AND COURIER; In looking over my papers and letters find that more than two months have slipped away since my last letter was written to the Journal and Courier August 2S. I will now fulfill my promise and give you some account of Waters" wanderings. We left East bourne late in September, having en- joyed a most delightful vacation in that very charming and historic spot, where the sea waves die sluggishly along the shore and where much of English history is written, on fields and headlands
 In fact, all of England's soil is his toric, but especially is this true of the coast of Sussex. From Eastbourne we journeyed to London and settled down lat home," as it were, enjoying life in the worlds metropolis in most plea sant manner.
 To me London is something most in- comprehensible. Its gigantic size, its
 
 human beings, its grand churches without number, it's many theaters, its magnificent monuments erected to the memory of great heroes, completely overpower me, and I am frank to con- fess that after more than two months residence in London, I really seem to have grasped but an infinitesimal tithe of the great modern Babylon. A per son might remain in London for years and constantly find new items of inter- est. It is an immense gold mine-the deeper the miners pierce the more abundant are, the veins of rich pure gold. Most cities of Europe have, as it were, mastered or rather I have de- parted from them feeling that I have become thoroughly acquainted with all that they could exhibit to those who study their points of interest. But Lon- don found "too much" for me, and it completely baffled my most strenuous endeavors to grasp it. As traversed its great highways, "F1eet street." ''the Strand" 'Piccadilly," "Ozford street" and a hundred other overcrowded streets the thought came to me, what will London become in another quar- ter of a century? Will it ever cease casting forth it's endless antenae in every direction? Will it not, in fact, absorb and stand for all England her. self?
 Every time I went about the great city it seemed larger and yet larger, riches and poverty elbowed each other, magnificence and squalor appeared side by side, the long, endless miles of brick appeared to stretch into dim dis tance, the roar of countless vehicles, the chatter of hoofs, the throngs of plea- sure seekers and the hordes of sweat ing toilers seemed to increase daily.
 Why, London is not only city. it Is almost a nation of itself! There are about six millions of human beings there, counting the great moving popu- 1ation which comes and goes daily into and out of Lond8n from the neighbor- ing towns and cities. While in London we visited the great Indian exhibition out beyond Chelsea; very large terri tory is walled in, and when one is once inside this inclosure he verify seems to have been suddenly dropped down into far off India; thousands re- sort thither every day and night, and what with the camels, elephants and Indian bullocks and natives of India, clad in their scanty garb, many of these latter busy carving wood and brass and some making pottery with the an- cient style of wheel, we actually seemed to have visited India without making the customary sea voyage. At this ex- hibition are very many very beautiful af hra nd wood and a great abundance of all sorts of fine Indian work. The works in silver and gold are of the most ex- quisite workmanship.
 The immense books and charters of the East Indian company are of deep interest and I especially enjoyed ex- amining the great paintings of the East India company's fine ships, as repre- sented in their memorable contests with their old enemies, the French ships. Many of these famous craft looked magnifcently as they were rep resented in calms and gales off the coasts of England and France and run- ming down the Indian ocean. Those old Indiamen were famous craft in their day and so well manned and armed were they as to be ranked with in the scope of the regular navy. One picture I specially note, the Lord Give" hove down in the great hurri- cane of 17S4, in the Bay of Biscay. Everything above deck was blown away while the ship was rolling fear fully in the trough of the sea--the most vivid picture of a storm at sea I have ever met with. Gilded gondolas glided about the canals, and hundreds of thousands of little lamps made a scene of loveliness which charmed all who visited the Indian exhibition. An immense wheel, sort of Ferris wheel and a trifie larger than the one which was erected at Chicago, attracted thou sands, and I learned that similar wheels are to be erected in mary re- sorts in England.
 To obtain some idea of the great number of sightseers who go about Lon- don I will mention I one day asked one of the Beef Eaters (Bouffettiers) at the Tower of London to tell me the number of daily visitors to that inter- esting spot. He informed me that on pleasant days ten thousand people were admitted and on rainy days the num- Der was about half as many.