St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1905-01-04
A Summer In Great Britain.
Interesting Glimpses of Famous Places
in ireland. scotland aud England.

Johnsbury and to the friends Of my you'll
Fannie Fern once said, "Of all fools
hate the Travelled fool the worst, whor
every cows tail reminds of what say
when was in Paris" have not travele
far or wide, but there may be some on
who may care to know OF my little sum
! mer trip.
Early in July l set off on the good shE
"Numidian," manned by sturdy homes
Scotchmen. The sea was calm all tn
way. There were very pleasant peopl
on the boat l remember especially de
lightful Southern family, bound for thu
Shetland Islands. recall with pleasure
the interest which they took in a sick
child in the second cabin. The poor little
sufferer was supplied with delicacies and
steamer chair. Doubtless her life was
saved by their prompt, efficient and intelli-
gent care. There were three boys just
graduated from Columbia, going to
study architecture in Paris. | envied
them their freedom from care, their youth
and enthusiasm. How little | thought
that one of them had only ten days
more OF life, and that he was to die after
a three days illness in hospital in a
strange land. His mother was cabled
for, but found only little urn of ashes
awaiting her.
grew very weary Of the boat, and
| suddenly decided to leave it at Neville.
The sail on the calm, beautiful Foyle in
an open boat, to Londonderry was most
delightful. was glad to see the historic
city where the fierce battle between
Catholicism and Professionalism was
fought out. We saw the place where
boom was thrown across the river
to prevent supplies coming to the
people shut up within the walls.
Every student of history knows how one
good ship broke through the boom, and
can almost hear the shout of joy which
rang to Heaven.
Lord Macaulay, whose words always
glow with living light, wrote nothing
which is Of greater interest than his de-
scription OF the Siege of Londonderry, a
siege which lasted one hundred and five
days, and cost thousands of lives. Hear
him say:
Five generations have since passed
away; and still the wall of Londonderry
is to the Protestants of Ulster what the
trophy of Marathon was to the Athe.
mans. A lofty pillar, rising from a bas-
ton which bore during many weeks the
heaviest fire of the enemy, is seen far I'D
and far down the Foyle. On the summit
is the statue of Walker, such as when. in
the last and most terrible emergency, his
eloquence reused the fainting courage of
his brethren. In one hand he grasps a
bible. The other, pointing down the
river, seems to direct the eyes of
his iamishe1 audience to the En-
glish topmasts in the distant bay.
Such monument was well deserved: vet
it was scarcely needed for in truth the
whole city is to this day monument to
the great deliverance. The wall is care.
fully preserved; nor would any plea of
health or convenience be held by the in
habitants sufficient to Justify the demo-
1tlon OF that sacred enclosure which, in
the evil time, gave shelter to thei. race
and their religion"
We went of course to the Giants Cause
way, wonderful place. The rock for
nations cannot be described, they must be
seen. AS rocks of the same contour appear
in Staffa, they must extend under the At.
lantic.
Ireland is far more beautiful than had
imagined. Nowhere else, am sure. is
grass so green as on the Emerald Isle.
Killarney isendowed with beauty beyond
any words of mine. | thought when
there l would never visit another lake,
as wished to live and die in the memory
OF Killarney. On the day when we sail
ed over those matchless lakes we had in
the boat with us several Irish girls and
boys. have heard all the leading opera
singers OF my day, and attend a church
! where the music is of the finest. but
nothing ever thrilled me like the melody
OF those rich young voices. Quite fire..
quenty the people alighted from the boats
and walked for little way. At one time
when the boat stopped, we were told
that the ladies could stay in if they wish
ed. One elderly English woman and I
alone remained. In few minutes bitterly
regretted 1t, Tor we were tossing wildly in
the rapids. We could see clear water he.
yond,-should we ever get there? Nv
English friend cheered me by telling that
a fearful accident happened there two
years before. AS we rose and fell my nerves
were somewhat soothed by seeing one of
the crew 1.-THE boat was pulled from the
shote) take pipe from another mans
mouth and put it in his own. I
was sure that in the face of death he
would forget his pipe. When the boat seem.
ed to me to be perpendicular, my stolid
Engllsh companion asked me to hand he~
tin cup that she might take a drink
very soon we outrode the rapids and
were enjoying the sail again. The next
day we drove around the lakes, crossed
historic bridges, and of course visited
runs. The ruins OF Mosscrop Abbey are
very beautiful. One does not wonder
that when Mr.. Herbert, a large land.
owner there Was told thn4 h ...A i.