The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-12-16

after Yarnbury Camp, with it's circular banks and meats, has been passed; and it is fanked on either side with lines of sOmnolent villages as far as the strag
 gling town ot Warminster and lhe White Horse. Stockton, with it's EliZ- abethan mansion, it's ancient Transi- tiOn Norman church, its group of aims houses around a court, and it's ivy clad stone cottages, is the loveliast of them; and, embowered with woodlands and frightened with flowers at picturesque turns of the road, it has the charm of soft, mellow color which fascinates the painter. Yet Wylye, the Codfords and higher up the cluster of Deverill will lages also have their environment of eranquil beauty in the sheltered hOI- lows of the chalk valley. Not every
 one is approached by stone bridge over the river, nor is dif1nified by a manor house; but all have the stone faced cottages, the trim hedges, with gleams of russet and gold under the midsummer sun, the setting of wood land and Verdant meadows and the church tower among the cluster of thatched roofs and cowsheds. Beyond the river the meadows roll and twirl higher an dhigher until the crests are passei and the beautiful wooded ter races of the Fonthill estate can be seen and beyond them is another val ley, the Nader, with it's picturesque villages andl splendid private estates; and still southWard is the Ebell, an- other vale of chalk, with the thickct of Cranborne Chase on the Dorsetshire border in the background. One line of down follows another toward Dorches- ter until the chalks end in the sands of the English Channel.
 In the course of this drifting cruise across this summer sea of verdure only one sail is deserted. This is the rusty old windmill on the heights above East Knoyle. the birthplace of Sir ChristO- pher Wren. It is an unexpected touch of Holland on one of the most rugged and picturesque hillsides bordering the broad chalk plain. Every other feat ure of the landscape is English when the silent sheep walks have been pass ed and the sense of desolation and sol itude is lost. The belt of great estates belonging to wealthy land owners has DSSIl SILSEcus dhu OlfS IlNdIS etlIOltlSI in the stateliness of the mansions, the grouping of clumps of trees, the neat ness of the workmen's cottages, the trim lines of hedgerows, the variety of foliage and the broad, tranquil effects of landscape gardening-an art master ed in English if anywhere in the world. MT. Percy Wyndham's Clouds is here at East Knoyle, a country house re- nowned for gracious hospitality, where the Prime Minister comes at least once a year for weeks visit, and not far away are the Fonthill estates the Arundel mansion. Longlest Park, with the splendid home of the Marquis of Bath, and Stourhead, the beautiful country house of Sir Henry Hoare, with grounds eXquisitely decorated with works of art to match the loveliness of the lake and the glory of some of the finest trees in England. This is a sec tion of the motherland where one park succeeds another and every landscape effect has perfection of finish and sym | meary; where the best riding in the world is to be had on the grassy downs, and where the holiday traveller who knows how to swing his legs across country never ceases to wonder why a motor car was ever nvented.-Corres- pondent Ford in New York Tribune