The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-05-15
IMPRESSIONS OLD AND NEW
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is not bad fellow though, he three Derbles,
and bagged a half sovereign on Ladas A fine
horse was Ladas. Do you want your boots shlned'
sir? All right. sir put your foot there Thank
YOU sir plank sovereign on y Donovan hossa Tor
the Brighton cup He'll roll home
Well we'll | murmured surely Oliver Cromwell.
thou grom protector. art out of place there and
thy admirer Roseberry. out of place every
where
who knews the mind of Roseberry,
For answer ask he Gods;
The most that we know on earth,
His furrow lone he pods.'
Rut let If be- statues as my bootback SAID. don't
hurt they offend, and perhaps IN the future day
the eyesore that conjures up visions OF the reql-
sinte and the butcher of Dragheda may be re-
moved.
Everybody has heard or read about Westminster
Abhev so-caed. because st. PauFs was the parent,
and the abbey situated to the west OF 1t was Its
dependency and hence the name-W estmlnster 1t
is p massive structure and the grandeur and the
solemnity of the whole strike you forcl6y. 1t Is
not within my power to describe IL ana 1t "oulu
take wears to describe ones impressions OF It,
Though beautiful in architecture with all the
genius of men embodied in its every stone. Still
the most beautiful part of it lies not III the grace
and symetry of its every proportions but III the
beauty and wonderfulness that spring from the
mighty dead that sleep their last sleep within It's
walls All the illustrious in Englands history,
whether in the domain of literature art, war.
scienc or kindred subjects rest here with few eN-
ceptions. You enter the Abbey and in the dim
light you see nothing except monuments, and I'M
mediately to your mind rushes that beautiful pas
sage Of Joseph Addison's in the Spectator;
s'When look upon the tombs of the great, every
emotion of envy dies within me; when | read the
epitaphs of the beautiful every inordlnate desire
dies out: when | meet with the grief of parents
upon tombstone my heart melts with compassion;
when T see the tombs of the parents~themseves
consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we
must quickly follow; when I see kings lying by
those who deposed them when consider rival wits
placed side by side. or the holy men who divided
the world with their contests and disputes, L re-
fleet with sorrow and establishment on the little
connections. factions and debates of man kind"
I we'll remember as / crept slowly up the Alps
on one August day some years ago, and saw the
wonders of nature above and around me- the
thought that came rushing to my mind then was
the greatness of God, and as l stood within the
confines of the Abbey on later day that same
thought came rushing back again with a tenfold
intensity Yes man indeed is very little and those
silent tombstones of the mighty dead whisper if we
would only hear their whisper-Jesus OF Nazareth
Yesterday. today and forever.
Rousing myself from the meditatlve mood l
Joined party who were availing themselves OF the
services of a guide and with them [ was con-
Quoted from chapel to chapel. What struck me
most I shall show forth in next article.
NAPIER LANDY.