The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-10-22

that devoted to Clovelly, beloved of Charles Kingsley, the home of saliva tion Yeo.. Only one pair of horses. 1t is recorded, ever made their way into that steep nest of a village overhang- ing the sea:
 An ignorant and reckless postboy at tempted to drive a bridal couple to the door of the New Inn, with such disas- trous results that the whole male pop ulation of the village was called upon to save the horses from destruction and to keep the chaise from rolling down into the sea. This they did by clinging to the wheels and turning the horses sfdewise on the broad steps of the street at the peril of their lives. For tunately the incident happened late in the afternoon, when the men had come back from the boats.
 At Clovelly the travellers put up at The New Inn" and reyel in the scenes of the early life of Charles Kingsley. Walking along the pebbly beach they come upon the old Red Lion Inn near the ruin of . Roman tower.
 A part of this sober old hosteIry was the birthplace of the sailor, Salvation Yeo, given immortal fame in the novel of Westward Ho, and always the home of his mother; whom Kingsley makes describe her wandering seaman .of a son as: "A tall man and black, and sweareth awful in his talk. the Lord forgive hirn!'
 CloVelIy suffers like many other charming hooks of England from the summer cheap 'trippers, The author tells Us that against these trippers the ire of the village gossips is fierce and fiery. From the coast towns they come by the boatload to see the wedge like village. and try to see 1t so thor oughly that not only do these strangers tramp into the back gardens and peer into the windows while the good cot #tagers are eating, but one old lady told the Invalid that she had once caught two busyhodies just as they were about to look into her cooking pots o1 the kitchen stove :"
 At RoWsley the travellers stopped at the famous old Peacock Inn:
 The house was built as q hunting lodge for the dukes of Rutland. The date above the door is 1852. Ivy climbs all over the porch, sparing only the carved peacock which crowns the top. It drapes with it's shining green the stone easements, and even en- croaehes upon the roof. The entrance hall is low and square, with those dec orations of rods and guns so dear to the sportsman, The serious old lady
 who came forward to inquire our wish es had all the airs and graces of a duchess. Her black silk gown, her lace collar, and her lack of the usual hos tess welcoming smile rather disturbed even Polly's assurance. She heard our names, acknowledged our telegram and waved Us off to the care of a maid, who, quite as seriously as her mistress, conducted us to our sitting room. From the Peacock they take excur- sions along the rivers Wye and Der went visit Haddon Hall, and then pro- ceed to Bolsover, coming upon the house wherein Ben Jonson wrote
 Loves Welcome. 'F Thence to Old
 Boston, where they are given choice
 of stopping at The Axe and Cleaver,',
 ''The Red Cow z 'The Loggerhead, l, < ] "The Rum Puncheon, ana the pictur- esque Angel" In Boston, too they walk along streets called Paradise
 Lane, Liquor Pond Street." "The Worm Gate" Robin Hoods walk, ,,' and Spain Lane," in which latter
 street, by the way, Jean Ingelow lived
 until she was fourteen years old. The
 cottage of her childhood is now demol- 1 ished.
 The author Wittily tells of the strat-
 egy necessarily employed in, securing
 satisfactory replies to questions when
 seeking much needed informaion.y The I asking of questions takes time, the au-
 thor declares. 'Polly's theory, built on
 bltters experience, is that the American 1 manner of asking questions is not in
 Farlably understood in England; there-
 lore, after several mishaps, she says
 she has invented a better system. It
 consists of fixing her eyes on the face
 of her listener, asking what She wants
 to know carefully and concisely. put
 ting her question in the ordinary man.
 her, then backward, then from the
 middle word toward both ends, watch ing with care for any faint gIeam of
 intelligence she may see displayed in the listeners eye"
 The value of the book is greatly en- ! haneed by maps of the part of tn, country gone over and especially by the many photographs, which bring us lface to face with the old inns. the < streets, the churches, and, net the leasi