The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, May 04, 1895, Page 3, Image 3
'Wfl'JUi v-1 ' vTSrus m ..nTHEtroUJRIER. K M af- ' HA S.". "V ,r , 'fcwV .i plenty faler vant to self me old, horses, uddor filer vant' to sell. me oldnidlo' and deta machine faler vant 'to pefl me' plenty farm machine, but A all time stick to'des moany, .Veil, A .make me" nuff moany to buy eighty acre. Den A make me little more moany and. buy me udder nighty. Den A make nio Ieetle more money and buy me udder eighty again. Den ila be plenty faler" comeiround ha.liketo seJLme joamting fur des moany, but A all time keep des moany and buy me udder eighty. Now A get me five eighty an Ieetle moany too." "Veil," said Karl, "you got five eighty now, des make four hundred acre, A tink des farm been plenty big. Vat skall you do now mit des moany in dem bank?" Sheepskin again turned his grey eyes on Karl and puffing the smoke out quietly remarked, "A skall keep des moany nowJfext.falLA buy me udder eighty." ON THE OTHER SIDE. (Written for The Cocboek by C. Y. Smith.) No i anlighturitil they disappeared under thejjloontlj; arch of London bridge. What's the Use of goings to London urileesyou can see the fog? The fug .has-mado her world known and wo want Jo see it. No, London is not what it is cracked op to bo. Another thing, it is "only ten miles square. Chicago is near ly twice as large. London has about four million population; but what does-tbat amount to? It is acres we are after, land, real estate; that's what counts. We don't want so many human beings all hiiddled together in a little small place ten by ten, with harJly space enough to turn around. Wo believe n room, air space, fertile lands and a chance to drink in the sunlight and luxuriate in the graces of untrammeled nature. And if the city is not large enough tj hold all we can drive stakes way out in the suburbs, the country, and make room; room for everybody. No, London is "N. G.," as an entirety. The first day, I went down to West minster Abbey. You have all seen pictures of it. It is really quite a building.but it is not nearly as taUasour Washington monument, Highest of all in Leavening Power. Latest U.S. Gov't Report im Baking Powder ABSOLUTELY PURE London, July 2. Everybody has heard of London. Everybody has some trind of an idea what it is like. One expects to see there much out of the ordinary; something altogether different from our own cities. But you don't see it; that Is in its general aspect. At least I didn't. When standing in the busy streets I could easily imagine I was in Boston. Sly first impression caused me to say "Is this London? Can it be that this is the great city of the world?" To be sure there were the thousands of cabs to be seen everywhere, darting about, across here and across there, and some standing in long rows in the mid dle of the streets waiting to be called. And there were the great omuibusses slowly rumbling along, top heavy with passengers. And there were the little urchins running in between the many teams with shovel and broom in hand, cleaning the refuso from the street whenever an opportunity occurred. And then there were the thousand and one chimney tops covering the roofs of the buildings, in countless variety of size. And then there were the narrow streets bending in every direction, so that the view at best was a short one. .but there was nothing strikingly odd in these things. They were not sufficient in themselves to call forth expressions of awe and wonder. The narrow side walks were crowded with pedestrians, but there was not the shove and push we encounter in Boston or Chicago. Cabs, 'busses and teams were there without numher, but they are seen in our great cities, though we don'thave the "London cab." London is full of them, like bees in a hive. A mere beckon with your hand brings to your service more than you can use .at one time. Tell you what it is, I was disappointed, throughly so. I expected to find things so different. Most of all I wanted to see the celebrated London fog. But there was none there; absolutely none; not even a symptom. The sun shone brightly all the time and the ripples of the water of the Thames sparkled in the too. It is said to have been founded by Sebert in the 6th century. But you can truly say of it, it is nothing lees than an old grave yard. Every square stone slab in its floor is a tomb-stone. Every nook and every corner is filled with some departed person who long ago shook off this mortal coil and returned to dust. Grave yards are gloomy affair? and who wants to spend his time around one, now? He will have plenty of time to make investigations there later or,. Life is too seldom these dayB to waste it in a grave yard. But all tourists must see this gray old pile, so let's go in. The abey is two hundred by three hundred and seventy-five feet, and contains the tombs of twenty-eight kings and queens, to say nothing of fl multitude of others of lesser note. The royal families are put in tombs, but tho common mortal is laid to rest under a cold, cold slab where he listens on forever to the constant patter of foot steps overhead. In order to go through tho abbey properly we enter through the west door and pass along the south aisle till we come to the "Poets Corner." This the great god mother of two queens named Elizabeth, and mother Margaret Queen of Scots, and aunt Mury, Queen ot France, and cousins Mary and Elizabeth, and all the rest of tho family and their children and the Lord only knows how many more. There aro all there, but dead, dead as Dickens says of Marley, "dead as a door nail." Along a little farther underneath a tomb lies Mary Queen of Scots, and beyond, under a Blab, Prince George ot Denmark. When there is no room left in the tomb or in the wall they put them under these cold and barren slabs. They had to die early to get a tomb. One part of the chapel is called tho It's an old thing Nave. This was founded in 1502 by Henry VII. who designed it for a Royal Sepulchre. Lord Bacon calls it "One of the stateliest and daintiest tombs in Europe.' Tho stone ceiling with its fan tracing and its marvellous penden tives is considered the special glory of the cbapel. It certainly is and much can be said as to that ho mot with in these several regions of tho dead. He adds "I could not but look upon theso registers of existenco, whether of brass or ot marble, as a kind of satyr upon tho departed p'rsons who had left no other memorial of them but that thoy were born and that tlToy died." They put me in mind of several per sons mentioned in heroic poems, who have founding names given them, for no other reason than that thoy may be killed, and aro celebrated for nothing but being knocked on the head." But in all England there is not one opot of more interest, one object ot greater veneration than the great inter ior, gray and crumbling with ago, of Westminster Abbey. Just across the way, on tho banks ot the Thames, are the great parliament houses, to which admission may bo had on Saturday upon application at tho office ot the Lord Great Chamberlain, at the south end of Victoria tower. These very clever are interesting, not only Historically out the artistic also architecturally. They are the most arrangement of the interior; but con sider the numberles dead. Beneath the center of one chapel are 5 coffins. Henry VII. and Elizabeth lie beneath their effigies, carved on a tomb of black marble, lying in robes ot state, enclosed in a highly ornamented chantry of brass. But let's pass on from these several regions of the dead to the chapel of Edward the Confessor. This is a vast burying ground itself. But there is one thing 1 wish to mention and that is the Coronation Chair of Edward I. It is an ugly and uncomfortable piece of royal furniture, but beneath is a stone called tho 'Scone" which was regarded as an emblem of Scottish power. Now you will all remember Jacob, his ladder, and his dream, and how he rested his head on a pillow ot stone. This is the same stone. Around are a lot of chairs and is a regular jam of statuary, monuments .swords. We now pass through the and tombs. Shakespeare has a mon ument here. Spencer, Johnson, Chaucer and Garrick are buried underneath the stone floor. They put Charley Dickens under a slab and marked his name on it. There are a great many more and they are in thick. Too thick for comfort. As we leave the "Poets Corner" we pass through a series of small chapels, St. Benidict's chapel and St. Edmund's chapel, St. Nicholas' chapel and so on, seven in all. There are multitudes of people buried here, and menuments till you can't count them. Dukes and duchesses, and counts and nobles and Bulwer Lytton, Lady Jane Gray's moth :r, James Watt and others. Next we enter Henry Seventh's chapel at the extreme east end ot the abbey. In the south aisle lies Lady Margaret Douglas, ore of the most titled ladies of England. Then there is north transept, with more of the same, down the north aisle by the grave ot "O Rare Ben Johnson" still under a slab, and we pass out into the sunny street, with not a sign of fog anywhere. And this is Westminster Abbey. It is old, centuries old, and for a grave yard is extremely interesting. But it has its romantic and sentimental aspect which is strongly apparent to tho sombre student when he fleet enters under its gray portals. The mu&ic of the organ resounding from the Gothic arches reaches the tender chords of his heart and the massive stone pillars and tho quiet solemnity that prevails fill his his mind with a kind of melancholy or rather thoughtfulness that is not dis agreeable. Addison says he passed a whole afternoon in the church yard, the clois ters, and the church amusing himself with the tombstones and inscriptions extensive Gothic structuees in tho world. 'lhey cover eightacresof ground and contain five hundred rooms and several courts. We pass first through tho Norman porch, the royal robing room, tho royal gallery, the princes' chamber, into the bouse of lords. Murray says, "This is one of the richest rooms in tho world." The throne of tho sovereign is between the entrance dorways and is covered with a gilded canopy. One is tempted to rest there fora moment butthe guard says "yield not." On tho right is tho chair of tho Prince of Wales and on the left the chair ot tho sovereign's consort. The somber splendor of tho great hall is a most pleasing memory. We pass on through the peer's lobby and corridor t tho central hall in which are statues of all the sovereigns. Then to the common's corridor and house of commons. Wo return to central hall and then pass through St Stephens into the large Westminster hall. This was built in 1097 by William Rufus and is the chief theatre of the great law history of Engl'ind. Here Richani II was de posed, Cromwell inaugurated Lord Protector, Charles I condemned, and here was heard the great trial of Warren Hastings. It was the scene of a host of other matters of English history which I can't take time to mention. We pass out the great door and stand in the street with a head full of sights knowing hardly which way to turn. We take a "bus to Regents park to see the Albert Memorial statue. A glorious work, a costly pile. But when wo return to the hotel and realize we are in London, we aro disappointed. We want to see the fog. 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