Evening star., 1939-06-10

vaguely reminiscent to the Queen
Of the heather blossoms which q
couple of months hence will be
carpeting the rolling moors of Scot
land. In the field, pecking at the
ripening seeds, were blackbirds, a
bluejay with white banded tail, and
some brown quail
A Pastoral, Contemplative Scene.
Across the lose-cropped, sloping
lawn above the green river winds
waited the fragrance of new-mown
grass drying in the sun. There was
the faintest suggestion of curried
meat aroma from the low labyrinth
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garden, and the scent of cream
blossomed honeysuckle vines along
the brick walls and the white
washed fences.
Far below, across a breeze shaken
wave of green treetops, flows WASH
lngtons river, its shoreward waters
green now with duckgrass. Beyond,
the King and Queen glimpsed the
checkerboard of woods and mown
fields of the Maryland shore
George Washington's view on sum-
mer evenings from the porch of
Mount Vernon, where he took his
ease in brief intervals of peace.
Reverently the royal visitors
stood before the tomb in the
shadows of the cedars and looked
upon the marble sarcophagi-one
with the eagle and shield of the
United States on its lid. Around
them admist the cedars were the
shafts with their fading inscrip-
tions placed there in memory of
other members of the Mount Vernon
houSehold-the little girl who pratt
tied at the knees of Washington on
the lawn Of Mount Vernon, the
nephews and nieces of another gen.
Grafton. Not in lonely majesty does
the father of his country sleep IN
the shadowy grove, but with those
he loved around him.
Late Spring in Virginia.
Summer, not yet really begun, still
seems advanced on the Virginia river
blum. In the garden the red
ringed blossoms of the sweet will
liams tint the beds, the coral canter-
bury bells swing in the breeze, and
the golden coreopsis is in bloom
The rose petals are falling and
green fruits are forming on the tall
rugosas. The last creamy blossoms
cling to the magnolias on the lawn.
1t was the ruler of an England
different from the England of 1776
who had come to Mount Vernon
yesterday to pay honor to the man
who had taken from his great
neutrality-suspicious. the choicest
possession of a world empire in the
throes of being born.
1t was far different America to
which he was paying his respects at
the grave of George Washington
than the 13 colonies of English
blood which raised the standards
OF revolution 1853 years ago.
The young man and woman who
joined the century long pilgrimage
to the sacred spot yesterday were the
monarchs of the empire upon which
the sun never sets and of countless
hordes of white men, yellow men,
black men and brown men united
In the nearest approach yet attained
to federation of the world.
No Colonial Land Now.
The land to which they had come
was no longer union of struggling
colonies of English blood en-
trenched on the edge of a demon
haunted black wilderness, but a
titanic republic with population
in which has been mixed the blood
OF all the earth's people.
Far different was the status, of
George vi from that of George
III. The one had been a ruler
primarily, a man with the personal
job OF governing, and individual
whom one might like or hate purely
as an individual. The other is a
symbol.
1t was the British Empire, SYM
bolized by George vi, who came to
the tOmp OF washington yesterday.
And 1t was not the rebel leader
OF ragged hordes-whom his great
great-great grandfather would have
hanged if he could have caught
whose memory he came to honor, but
the human being that the world
has come to accept above all others
as the symbol of the spirit of
America.
Inside of Mansion Inspected.
In the red-roofed cupolaed man.
sion over the river the King and his
Queen looked at the antiquities of
two centuries ago-the common
household furniture and utensils of
George Washington day.
They glanced at the oil paint
ings-Washington as . colonel at As,
lovely Nellie Gusts In her low