Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1907-07-08
A MAINE GIRL IN EUROPE-l.
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,it. II scots could only talk, there
would be some interesting reminis-
ccuces exchanged as they stand there
through the long tor sometimes not SO
long) hours al the night Maybe they
do tell each other thingS-whO knows.
From shoes to cathedralS seems
quite Il step. but it is where we next
arrive in these somewhat kaleidco-
sc"ric notes.
The dccp-Ioncd chime bells, Il joy
| 70 our heart, If the Lincoln Minister
called us to Worship, and we obedicnt-
| " went. 1t is not my purpose to at
tempt t, describe this grand editice,
| beautiful in gothic architecture, and of
| wondrpuG Interior. 1t would be too
much like rushing in where angels
fear to tread. | can only say that it
was with feelings Of deep reverence,
| that entered this place, which has
| been nude 50 wonderful, AS the swell
| ING nuucs of the organ filled arch and
nave and tranScpt In the distance
came the white-rObed choir boys,
| their voices sweet and clear, as they
slowly approached. The service was
most impressive, as that of the church
/ of England always is. The grandeur
of til, cathedral, the music, the SER
vice. are all united in my mind with
the closing hymn, which will always be
| associated with beautiful and restful
| Lincoln:
| IIolv blessed Trinity,
| Darkness is not dark to Thee:
| T!!nse Thou kccpeSt always see
| Light at cveninfs-tme.
The castle at Lincoln is an interest
ing old place in which to spend an hour
| or so, wandering about the buildings,
| climbing To the top of the mOss-cov-
cred tower and down again into the
| dungeons, where the unfortunate pris-
oncrs lansuished, The place dates back
to the time of the conquest of England
| by the Romans, and has been in pos
| session Of the SaXOns, Danes and Nor
mans. 1t seems a trifle strange, when
| you sit down on an Uncovered stone
and think about it, to be travelling the
paths these "ancionts and hOnorables''
have made historic, and to hear the
| wonderful things the guides tell you,
| which you StraiShtWay forget. We
| only remember that the places are
very, very old. and struggle to tuck
| away in our memory the epOchS in his
| tory they mark, and then wander off
absent mindedly to buy 4 post card
Speaking Of post cards-like the poor
! they are always with US. When ~
| stand in awe in the chamber Gf poor
| Mary. Queen Of Scots. and almost weep
| over her sad end. we are cOmforted by
| seeing in the corner, n souvenir table
| Al the station, whore we arrive out of
breath ana but moment before the
| guard CLAIMS the door, we must pause
! for one more post card. We get on
! Unfricrdly terms with our leader, who
is taking us to see the grave Of some
body, by swarming into a tiny shop
and stopping traffic, while we fever
ishly whirl around the post card rack
! II recalls a verse or so I saw about
Uncle Joe:
Our Uncle Joe. rover was; he loved to
! sail the sea,
| The far-0fi corners of the globe he sought
| with fnrVih plcc.
And so. t" keep our minds at rest and
calm oui anxious fears.
| IL" sent Us postal cardS,--the kind they
MS" for souvenirs
From Cuba's shore from Labrador. from
! I'an"o Pong ana Nome:
| From i'nrn"o and old Saint 10, from
TiHhrctoo and Rome:
FI"m I;ryl;ia,k from Filter Creek they
Ca'nr to swell the muSe:
| In"v filled tine fiat. they killed the cat
| th'r almost shattered lis.
Poor incl" Toe died lust last week: ir
tuam he fell asleep.
| lie never WAS Il CEurchly man ana SO W,
Sit ana weep.
And sadly wonder through our tears