The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-07-20
PEOPLES FORUM
Dr. billiard fin Iondon

To the Bu1JOr or The Age Ill eraldi
 My last letter was written on the high and rolling sea; I wasn't feeling good-I had lots of com pany. But my real sea- sickness lasted only day, for we were nearing land. Some one said the Emerald Isle could be sighted, crawled out, got some glasses and locke Talk about beauty! We saw it that day. As we came nearer we could see the beauty of the high hills and the rugged rocks of the Giants Causeway. Mrs. billiard and I, with some friends, went up on the bridge" as we passed through the mar rows. We saw old castles, a thousand little farms beautiful be- yond description and in the dis tance on the other side, the High lands of Bonnie Scotland.
 The next morning. Saturday, we landed in Liverpool and tried to go on shore, but it takes a great deal longer to get off a boat than it does to get on one. What a time some people had with their luggage! 1 didn't have any trouble. I found pleasant look ing officer, opened my grips to show him I had no tobacco or liquor and he put his mark on my luggage and let me go.
 But Gwaltney! Dr. L. L. Gwalt- ney, the genial editor of the Ala bama Baptist. is fond of the weed. He had brought along sixteen packages of tobacco. They got him good and plenty. Gwaltney bought his tobacco in Birmingham for fifteen cents package and they charged him the equivalent of twenty-five cents a package duty. It broke his heart and came near breaking his pocket for five packages and told them to keeup the rest of the tobacco. If you had listened, you could have heard him saying:
 When we asunder part, 1t gives
 us inward pain.
 But we will still be joined In
 heart and hope to meet
 again."
 Dr. Arendall, pastor of the Bap- tist church at Troy, Alabama. was more fortunate. He had only two boxes of fine cigars that cost $25. He would have had to pay $50 duty on them, but fortunately, somebody stole them, so he saved s25 by 1t. I don't smoke. Some other Baptist preachers will quit If they come to England.
 We spent Saturday night in the queer and interesting town of Chester. We went through the great cathedral, the second old est in England. We went out twenty five miles to Hawarden Castle, Wales, to the home of Gladstone, returning by Eton Hall. ster. It was 10:30 when we got back to the Queen hotel and it was nearly dark.
 Sunday we worshiped in Trim ity, the Shakespeare church, Stratford- I can't take time to tell about our drive of one hundred and fifty miles the very heart of England and of our visits to the Warwick, and Windsor castles. the London Tower, Westminster the Tate Gallery, Hampton Court, the British Museum, Spur q geon's church. Our only regret Is that our time Is limited and we cant see one-tenth of what we would like.
 My impressions of rural Eng land may be summed up in word: Is a garden. l can't re- sist the temtation to quote the first stanza of the beautiful and true lines of Kipling:
 Our England is a garden that Is
 full ofe stately views. Of borders. beds and shrubberies,
 and lawns and avenues With statues on the terraces and
 peacocks strutting by; But the Glory of the Garden lies
 in more than meets the eye"
 Cordially. J. E. DILLARD.
 London, England, July 8, 1923.