Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1897-06-05

when the shopkeeper assured us they
We're the best make in the world-Ameri-
cam Bond street gltiters and sparkles
like fairy-iand. The jewels battle descrip-
tlon. We saw a magnificent cross sur
mounted by "A crown, in the centre OF the
cross an immense. pale rose-pink ora
mond-the property OF an East indian
Prince. Distances are so great here. be-
ing equallcd nniy by the diversity in The
prices OF the very same articles that
takes patience as long drawn oUt A.
linked sweetness" to shop in London
unless one has A pocket book the length
and breadth % Mrs. BraGiy-M Martin :.
Weary with the days round. We Went
Tor rest and refreshment To the great and
only Fregoli He is marvellous! His
quicknCss OF tongue. nimbleness of nm
gers and feet are extraordinary; his
skirt dancing enhancing. one light
thrown on him transformed him into
butterfly another into the English flag
The lightning rapidity with which ne as
sumes fifty different characters fairy
makes one gasp We failed to find Miss
Cissie Lotus enjoyable, though in no
way acknowledgements the fault
was in ourselves This being our nrst
visit to the "Alhambra' our taste was
not sufficiently English t. appreciate her
art. Possibly our minds We're still over
Swallowed by the gloom of London Tow
or. That surely is grueSome place. We
were fortunate to secure as guide Tor
mer warden and IL we had implicitly
btlicNtI his opening thhitos VT Siipult
have found Mr. Baedeker of 90 but a bro
ken reed to lean upon. Now ere. la
dies he began. this is Queen Helizabeth
riding on 'orseback through the streets
of Lunnon, 'haccording to that ere guide
Casting a whitening glance of contempt
on the offending red volume) you would
have looked on the swords and guns in
the harmony and thought it was er;
she's been moved this last year and
proudly and 'aughtily he swept on. fol-
lpNpH hX A nrAtgsSiDn eleven women
with six small boys in the rear. We had
no need for Baedeker or ears for guide
when we stood in St. Johns chapel and
raising our eyes could almost see the
shadowy form of William the Conqueror,
as he must have stood looking down
from the balcony between those Norman
pillars that have been here for centuries.
What heart but would have thrilled with
pity to see the spot where Anne Boleyns
slender neck paid the penalty for
thoughtless vanity and frivolity. We've
seen the Tower once. but those dark dun
geons and gloomy winding stairways
have witnessed too many deeds of horror
10 tempt US To go again.
On our way from those frowning walls
we walked through the oldest church in
London. named for All Saints and the
first Abbess of Barking. "All Hallows.
Here William Penn was baptized and
John Quincy Adams married. The
church needs restoring. and like almost
everything one sees here. made an ur-
gent appeal to our pocketbooks We had
heard so much in praise of the music ut
the Brompton oratory at South kensing-
ton that we determined to make an early
start on Sunday morning and secure a
good seat. Alas for resolutions made
over night We slept so late that our
toilet was hurried, our breakfast rushed:
and we chased the flying moments
down High street to the Baker street UNI
foreground our conviction that we had
lost our train became certainty as we