The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-07-03
UTAH TOURIST TELLS
OF SCENES In ENGL AND
Views Are Delightful People Are Charming Yet Her Sur
rOundngs Make Her Feel Like a Character
In Story Book.

tankards and huge fireplace; a bar and
pretty, fresh-skinned barmaid; the la
borers and hostlers coming up con-
stantly for a pot of ale; the ivy and
rose-covered walls, and yard gay with
| flowers. Rooms ran up a few steps
and down a few steps. Old cupboards.
chairs and tables, mirrors and quaint
old pictures; all these made a picture
which will never fade from memory.
Our host had ordered tea for US
sweet English bread and butter, slices
of ham, boiled eggs. pound cakes, pre-
serve and jam; rich. fresh milk. cream
cheeseS. and the most delicious tea,
with cream, served in the prettlest ola
blue china cups.
Our hostess presided with her Gus
tomary grace, and we had a charming
time.
Then our little musician was per-
Suaded to try the one modern thing in
all these quaint. old surroundings
piano. And if the piano wasn't in tune.
her voice was, as was evidenced by the
applause which followed her first song,
the echos reaching clear out to the tap
room. Another and another followed.
The hostess at the inn. a very nice
looking young woman. with her hair
frizzed and netted in front, la
Princess of Wales, begged for another.
and then we hurried away TO go up
declare 1 couldn't tell whether we went
up more stairs than we did down. 1t
reminded me of the one step forward
and two back, which we Utahns take in
slippery weather on the streets of Salt
Lake City
Out in the back yard we found our
break, and as we jumped in, the host
lers all came out, people looked out of
the quaint windows or stood in the
fIe lraI HE hi
and we drove off, feeling as if we We're
really characters in story book.
Typical English View.
The drive home was the most delight
full ever experienced. The green lanes
of England. in all the glory of June
sunshine, the hedges. the trees, the
green, rolling hills, the smooth. white
roads. the cool, bracing air, and above
all. the delightful companionship of
loved ones and friends. made this a
day never to be forgotten on earth.
We passed the birthplace of Lord Ma
caulay and longed to get out and look
around.
There are many points of historical
interest here in Leicester. chief of
which is the old Roman wall, built
about the second century. We stood
and gaZed at the gruesome holes in the
wall, called bone holes" because as
we are told by tradition. all the red
haired babies were buried here. Great
care has been taken to preserve this
fragment of a past history. and bricks
have been set in where the wall has
crumbled away, with iron ratings to
preserve it from the desecrating hands
of eager tourists.
Yesterday We visited the church near
here, the service being the old Church
of England service. with it's beautiful
songs and chants. The vicar preached
and all through his remarks L fancied
l could detect the warp and wool of
Henry Drummond'S influence, even to
the personal address which he delivered
to the boys brigade.
Just as we returned from service.
who should be ushered in but Nine l..
NJ. Won F. Mountford, who had heard
we were here. and who had come all
the way down from London TO make
sure that it was really ourselves. We
had a most delightful visit with her
during the afternoon and promised to
meet her tomorrow in London. She Is
the same charming friend and genuine
woman, and was so glad to see US and
hear of Utah.
This morning, after a lovely ride in
the country, through more excellent
roads, we we're taken to the town
hall and shown about.
linen, as our most ndu TO take MS
seat on the bench, we waited and heard
a few cases tried. Dear. dear. it was
a scene out of play The judgey on
the bench, the policemen and sheriffs.
the trembling or braZen prisoners and
the twinkle in the judges eye when a
witness or a prisoner was especially
dry or odd: the great boxes and the
lawyers seat-it was so much like a
play.
Indeed, 1 have felt ever since arriv-
ing here that l am watching the shift
ing scenes of an opera: and at times.
when a relocated soldier or
a crowd of them go by with their tiny
caps on that ridiculous angle just over
the left ear. L expect every moment TO
hear them all turn around and face me. |
shout out a duet or quartette or join |
in a huge chorus.
But it is real English life, The life |
of Dickens. Thackeray. Bulwer, Eliot |
and Hall Caine.
SUSA YOUNG GATES.