Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1910-07-22
FROM FOREIGN LAND
Interesting Letter from'.Wood Coun-
= Man Now in England.

The following personal letter from
Judge Baldwin, who is now touring
the old world and with whom our
readers are acquainted, contains so
much of interest that we take the
liberty of giving its contents to the
Journal:
My Dear Ed.-Before turning in"
will tell you something of this days
work. Arising at 8 o'clock-a rea-
sonably early hour for this town.
made breakfast on oat meal
porridge, toast and eggs, with a cup
of good coffee on the side. Then
started for a walk down Oxford and
Regent streets, where are some of
the best shops in the West end, and
gazed upon the endless display, until
reached Piccadilly, where / turned
and went up to st. James Park
passing through its wealth of green
grass and beautiful flowers l came
to Buckingham Palace-the home of
Queen Alexandra. 1t is grand
place and fit for anybody to live in.
Surrounded by high iron fence with
soldier and a musket at every en-
trance, l made no attempt to enter.
A little further on l came to the
Royal News, great garrison with
parade ground filled with soldiers
drilling. They were arrayed in var
led uniforms and their maneuvers
were the perfection of soldier train
ing. Following down Birdcage walk,
l came to Westminster Abbey; went
in and tramped around over the
sepulchers of the royalty and nobil-
ity. Standing upon the grave of
Dickens in the Poets corner one gets
fine view of the interior of this
great cathedral. 1t is a great place
for meditation and brings a realiza-
ton of the insignifcance of man.
Passing over the street | took IN for
the second time the houses of Parlia-
ment, that is so far as permitted and
that is not great ways, but far
enough to see that the law makers
of Britain have very comfortable
quarters.
Then l went out onto Westmin-
ster Bridge and took another look
at the myriad of boats and the
grand buildings \ which line the
Thames on either side. Following
along the embankment, marvel of
engineering construction to Waterloo
Bridge, l passed the Cecil and Savoy,
two fine and immense hotels, then
turned into Charing Cross and the
Strand, where may always be found
SOME people and then SOME MORE.
A short walk brought me to Trafal-
gar Square, which is perhaps the
busiest center of the West end, and
with its great Nelson monument and
masterpieces of heroic sculpture and
sparkling fountains, is a dream of
beauty. Here l stopped for a time
at the National Gallery and the
Cathedral of st. Martins in the
fields, Zone of the oldest churches in
London) Thence into Sbaftesbury
avenue, passing several of the most
prominent theatres, and all the time
midst scenes of surprising architect
ural beauty until l came again to
this hostelry.
1t was very long walk but not
tiresome, and there were numerous
stopping-places on the way-not all
churches either.
Until you see it you can have no
conception of the traffic in London
streets. Most Of it is by motor We
h1cle, and of every sort imaginable.
There is no speed limit and they go
like lightning. Instead of curbing
speel the police seem to urge them
on, and l wonder that there are not
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