The Princeton union., 1900-07-19

through field and garden, pastures
where mild-eyed cattle grazed, by
thatched-roof cottages and groves of
noble elms, through "kissing-gates"
suggestive of untold romances, was so
full of pleasure we could not regret
having taken it, even though we found
the cottage closed for the night and no
amount of persuasion would prevail
upon the keeper to open it.
Bright and early the next morning
we traversed the way again. The
mother-in-law of the present lady in
charge was the famous Mrs. Baker,
last lineal descendent of Ann Hatha-
way. Tho house, interesting in itself,
with its funny little easements, its
thatched roof and the relics it con-
tains, is made doubly so by its tender
associations. We sat on the 'courting
seat, climbed the old winding STAIR
way and looked out of the little case
ment upon the lovely, old-fashioned
tlower-garden. And we left it regret
fully, wishing we had days, rather
than minutes to spend in this charm
ing spot. Shakespere's home and the
church OF the Holy Trinity, where he
is buried, are two well-known to need
much description. At the former, we
saw the. autographs of Scott and Car
Isle upon the window glass and that
of Browning upon the ceiling of room
where the poet was born and at the
church read the famous epitaph upon
the stone flag above his tomb. We
walked up the river to the beautiful
memorial theatre, saw the Judith
Shakespere house, now used as store,
and taking leave of our room (''Julius
Caesar') in the quaint old hotel, whose
rooms are all named after Shakes
peare's plays, its dining-room display
ing the inscription ''As you like it, -
we hastened to the station, boarding
the train for Warwick our next stop
ping place. Our hotel here, the "War-
wick Arms was built early in the 18th
century and its proprietor, Mr.. Sherry
IS the proud owner of large collec-
tion of rare old china which he de-
lights in exhibiting to his patrons.
Our afternoon was spent in a drive
to kenilworth, Elizabeth's princely
gift to the Earl of Leicester. The
noble ruin, over whose dismantled
towers the ivy creeps and creeps, and
upon whose battlements the soil of
centuries has found a lodging place, is
full OF associations too deep for words.
We climbed into the room where the
gentle Amy Robsart was a prisoner.
saw the grOttO where she was discov-
cred by the queen, explored the old
Norman Keep, visited Leicester's sta
bles and obtained a magnificent view
of the country for miles around from
the summit of ani?y-mantled tower.
The return led past ''Guy's Cliff, -
home of the famous Guy of Warwick
and we stopped here to visit the old
mill still running and said to be more
than d thousand years of age and from
which the mansion house is seen in it's
fullest beauty
Saturday morning we visited Leices-
ter hospital founded by Robert Dudley
in 1871 and saw here among other
relics: Saxon chair 200 years old,
piece OF needle-work done by Amy
Robsart and a wardrobe of the Eliza
bethan period brought from Kenil-
worth Castle. We walked from here
to Warwick Castle, the stately home
of the Earl of Warwick getting our
trst view of the castle from the river
at the back. A magnificent cedar in
the grounds is the only one remaining
of three brought by the crusaders
from Lebanon.
We were admitted to the inner court
through winding, beautifully shaded
roadway leading from the outer gate.
Among the rooms visited was Queen
Anne's chamber showing her bed
which has been occupied by both
Elizabeth and Victoria. Only the
State apartments are open to visitors,
the family being at home. Miss Ashlv
had been there before, however, and
gotten into the good graces of the at
tendant so waiting until the crowds
had dispersed, we were allowed peep
into the real, living room with the
guides whispered declaration that
should it be known be ''might as we'll
pack up.'
We went from here to Oxford the
great Mecca for students and spent the
afternoon in touring the various COL
leges. Christ church first, which has
numbered among it's members Ben
Jonson, the Wesleys, Wellington, Rus
kin, Gladstone and the Prince of Wales.
Corpus Christi, which is said to be the
only college in Oxford that did not
melt its plate for Charles 7, containing
one Of the finest chapels in Oxford and
the most ancient library in England.