The daily sentinel., 1909-10-09
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one of Charles Dickens homes As
We approached Westminster Bridge,
our landing place. we had a fine view
of the Houses of Parliament. Big
Ben the largest clock in the world,
the Cecil Hotel. one of the oldest and
largest in London. the Embankment
Gardens and Westminster Abbey.
The chimes were ringing for o'clock
as we landed.
We spent part of one day in West
minister Abbey, admiring the pic
lures, statuary. the wonderful stain
ed glass windows, and reading the
names on the tombs of dead kings,
queens. poets and authors who are
sleeping there. A few were: Tenny-
son, Robert Browning, Godfrey
Chaucer. Dryden and the words carv-
ed on the bust of Wesley. The Best
of All God is With Us"
One day in a pouring rain we went
TO the Tower Saw the crown jewels.
gold and silver services. jeweled
crowns. swords and regalias. Then
we climbed many stone steps up
dark circular stairway to the prison
where so many royal and noted men
and women were imprisoned for
months and years, many leaving for
the block one of whom was Anne
Boleyn. whose place of execution in
the courtyard below is marked by
monument. On the stone walls of
the prison We're many inscriptions
and pictures cut by the prisoners.
some of the dates hundreds of years
old, Visitors We're not allowed to
see the Bloody Tower
We attended service and heard
the organ at St Pauls. Made hur-
ried visit through the British Mu-
scum. but fingered several hours in
the National Art Gallery, Trafalgar
Square. Among the many pictures.
few to which | especially was attract
ed were: Shoeing the Bay Mare. by
Rosa Bonhuer 1t was so lifelilte,
crossed the room to get a near view
The coat OF the mare shone like satin.
She had turned her head to the old
blacksmith with such a patient ex-
preston, as much as TO say, Aren't
you nearly done?" Another picture
by Laudsur, Dignity and Impudence.
was a stately ST. Bernard and a pert
little Spaniel The Sleeping Blood
hound, by Rosa Bonheur, a portrait
of Rembrant by himself, and the ia
nous Gainsborough portrait of Mrs
Siddons. The picture of Franciscan
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han, Spanish. 159S-l663, was to me
the gem of all the pictures | had seen
that day. stream of sunlight shone
on his bowed figure. | could almost
see his lips move. the picture was so
real. The parks and beauty spots are
many in London and the streets are
very clean.
After writing TO the Master of
Horse for "a permit which we re-
ceived, We were admitted to the Royal
stables one Wednesday afternoon.
We saw one hundred and sixty beau
tiful long-tailed horses Their stalls
We're beautifully furnished in brass
and pale green tile with the name of
each horse above his stall, electric
lights and running water in each
stall. Then we We're shown the sets
of harness in red leather and gold
black leather and silver. brown and
all degrees OF beauty in harness,
saddles and carriages, till we were
shown the great coach used for state
| occasions. grand in gold leaf with
paintings on the panels by Italian
artists.
| have made my letter so long that
must postpone saying anything
about Paris, except that we arrived
here safely, coming by way of New
haven and Dieppe, and were seasick
crossing the channel
EMMA KEENE SULLIVAN.