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Show s.-J American registered their mimes in the book k.-j't for lb pwrfoJ 111 tne ohl hoa.-o where tile poet lived, anuria tiieiu btiui.' the names of Spcti -erClaw-! syo. Jr.. and the writer. Of course we ! i;Uv it all, the parlor, the ltvin-r room, ! kitchen, birth-room, with their- stone t'oors below, oak ones above, old oak ' bc-iims bent with lime: saw the writin.H' i cesk, the rine; and seoreb of relies, the ! lirst editions ol' h.is plays; oh. one can ' see more things of the man than he tnhlht need to remember. Of course one's romanee would lead him to visit the cottasre of Ann Hathaway, I don't blame Shakespeare for falling' in love 'mid sueh seenes. I remember my thoughts when I peeped into the room where the two sat of ton est. But I wanted to visit the tomb of Shakespeare Shake-speare where his own words remain carved unon the slab for his epitaph, and 1 left. Close by tho silent stream of Avon, Trinity church rears its belfry to the skies' and as we approached approach-ed the old chimes sang' out the service hour. But we went within the crumbling' crumb-ling' wails and saw the records of Shakespeare's Shake-speare's baptism and death, and stood in silence near his tomb. From hero we passed out to return to the raihvay station, and strolled by the home of Marie Corelli, who, it seems, lives here to drink of the inspiration that such a place might give. I am curious myself, my-self, and, having read this woman's 'Uarabbas'' and some of "The Vendetta, Ven-detta, '" 1 sought to make the acquaintance acquain-tance of the authoress. I made bold to shake the knocker on the door, and was answered by a maid an old maid who informed me to my disappointment disappoint-ment that "Miss Corelli is not in." So I went to London, Yes, I went over London, through London, and under London, and 1 came out of London. Kxcept for Holborn, Oxford, Keg'ent, and Piccadilly streets, and the size and name of the place I should not care for London. Of course an elegant home near Hyde 1'al'k or along the Mall with plenty of money might do very well, but I'd as leave live in Blooming-ton, Utah, as in some of these flats in the city of fog and w:efc. And I dont like London restaurants, 'cause they charge ! extra for bread and butter, call tomatoes toma-toes "tomawtoes," and generally close on Sunday. All the same London is interesting to me, and there are features fea-tures there which are not to be seen elsewhere on the earth. London Bridge, Trafalgar Square, Pioadilly Circus, Tussod's Wax Works, Houses of Parliment, Bank of London, Westminister West-minister Abbey, Tower of London and scores of other renowned and interesting interest-ing places, the parks, the museums, the world famed Zoological gardens, all these and more the tourist visits with pleasure and profit. Someway I liked best to saunter through the chapels chap-els of the Abbey; or stroll through the musty dungeons of the Tower; or, perhaps per-haps best of all, study the world in the great British Museum. Here one sees history turned to object lessons and the dead past dug up to present the skeletons Of visible things. If one has ever visited Egypt with George Ebers in his "Egyptian Princess" or "Uarda"he may here recall it all and see in reality what he saw before but in fancy. And India, Babylon, the Holy Land, Greece and Rome are brought back that one of this "last dispensation" may live for a time in those of old. Then can one compare the status of civilization at times gone by with our own of today; then can one see what happened to the mind of man when he forsook God and fell into darkness during that awful period of the "Dark Ages;" and one sees that the civilization of today, though advanced in many things, is not far ahead in others of the days when Abraham or Moses or Peter, James, and John heard the voices of the Gods, It has all been a wonderful school to the touring son of "Dixie," and the Lord is praised for such opportunities. oppor-tunities. Through all the sightseeing and touring' taken advantage of enroute the writer made a study of' life and the living; of the effects upon the civilization civiliz-ation of the truths of Heaven: of the peoples and their customs, comparing-what comparing-what is called the old with the new"; and so, the writer drank deep of the value of sueh a stream of knowledge, and might write more but for the sensitive sen-sitive feeling that perhaps his thoughts and observations may be of little concern con-cern to others at present. If this effort be appreciated then will I gladly write of Germany and the Germans at some future time. I must add that my love for "Dixie" still wells up in my "heart, and I shall long to have a missive from friends who care to write, I hope and pray that "Dixie" and her people, tho News and its force, may enjoy the peace and blessings of Heaven and prosperity in full throughout the whole 0T" 190- Walter Adams Elberfeld.Distelbecker str 3:, Germany i ( ''..iU::'i..ii fl-'ilil Nt pu..e. f'C'.ivd : t,r i-cc-i,! i.,:;s. likewise impos- ib'. .'u'.mj,:,:!!,-:! v : '. ' 1 1 1 1 : 1 1 ! i 1 1 1 ' II '. 1 f gi'.'.1 ifi.'.; for ,!,.!!veri'' tn.iii tho-e -'in'-'- p-- .'t:;i!i::.;, that auend . n p!i::i.-:tnt. and the water as cairn as a pond - ! l;..!:.-vit it h:tl b.;.-n h.-tti.-r for i'!-: if t '-'!'- !i t'l b'''','i b;o: u agitation (.1 the waN-r. As it was. by dinner time n !'" ev.-iiing of the fir.-t day t.be "a id I ation " was discovered in the wi',,n;.r p'aee. !;: an nroan voya'j'e is h-i I'd iy com plete without the proverbial proverb-ial ne,-oni,aiiini'-nt. but if the real mu-h-al goiiiu-, miht. appreciate a song v. il limit cords 1 believe I might ap-prorrne ap-prorrne an in-eia voyage without this .'ic'omp'iniuiont. It was but for a few hours that I f -1 1 the uncertainty as to vli-l ! I iv:n:iilin;' Ihe Atlantic or t!ie sky-blue of lloavn. and after hat toy vi i;. ago wa- as ph-asa'it as one might have on a fa.it boat and travelling lirst class at that. There is a distinct type of life aboard a modern ocean-liner. 1 mean that the manners and customs, dress and eon-d'e't, eon-d'e't, are all stric.lv distinct from those on hurl. .1 must say that I do not admire ad-mire the dress of the women. I generally gen-erally like short skirts, but two-thirds of the skirts worn by the ladies during our trip hung like some farmers' loads of hay arrive in town after a five-mile haul. But the shoes, leggings, waists and caps ure quit;' dainty. Men always loo!: well if their clothes lit. But I did object to a remark from the ship's barber front who 1 bo't my cap. He objected to a certain style worn by some and said that, no Englishman would wear it. F.nglishnian, mind you. Well, I am no Fnglisbmaii. But I learned that the remark was but natural, it came from an Fnglishmaii, and though I was traveling with what was called the "American Line" I learned to my chagrin that it is not what its name implies but tliat its stock is controlled in London. It is called "American" for a bait and one need not add that the bait is bitten at. Kinc-tonlhs of the crew are English. That would not matter but for the fact that their ways are English and that means that they exact by reason of an established English Eng-lish custom about $1:2.00 from every passenger in "tips" ere the disembarkation. disem-barkation. But the service on the St. Paul is elegant. To travel lirst class on such a boat is like living in a palace an land. The cheerful and well attended at-tended dining salon, the gentleman's bar, the elaborate library with convenient con-venient writing desks and comfortable reading couches, and the luxuriously' upholstered drawing room with its rich piano all are simply luxuries and at the disposal of the traveler as if he were a guest at some regal palace. But, I do not like the ocean, unless it be in Art or as a part of real landscape. I don't like ocean travel. The vast expanse of water, the fogs, and the monotony of the ship's travail ah, give me land. Once I saw a picture in the Heavens of sky, clouds, moon, and darkness dark-ness all rolled up into beauty, grandeur, grand-eur, and sublimity some one elso may attempt to pen it but then I have seen pictures on land too. My brother might become a sailor, I never shall. The breath of the ocean is life-giving, the breath of the lower regions of the ship is different. Here again I attempt at-tempt no description. There can be nothing else like it in the Heaven above, on the earth, or under it. You must cross the ocean to become acquainted ac-quainted with it. But what of the beauties? Well, there's a sun-rise and there is also a sun-set, but they both had appoinents in other quarters of the globe when I came over. No, we saw no sun-rise or sun-set, because it was always fog-gy. One evening we "very nearly saw one" but the mists hadn't cleared away when Sol grew weary. Then there are shoals of fish; but one gets enough of fish ere long, and I think all tho whales and icebergs had gone to south Africa to see the sights in the Transvaal Theater, for we didn't receive a visit from any. The best of an ocean voyage are the chances to read and talk, and think of land. That fellow might enjoy being be-ing "Hocked in the Cradle of the Deep, " but I'd prefer being locked in the stable sta-ble with the sheep provided there were a way out, and I am no farmer either. But I was only seven days afloat so I have complained enough. My longings were turned into beautiful beauti-ful realities when, on the morn of Oct. -th, I looked "over the waves" to the "white cliffs of England" and saw again dry land and green things. I can partially appreciate the joys of Noah & Co. as they saw the dove return with a twig of green. The first real live Englishmen that I ever saw on their own turf I saw on the pier at Southampton as our graceful boat was towed into the dock, while all on board were awaiting the opportunity to land. The welcoming referred to in the beginning be-ginning was seen, but strange to say the writer recognized no one in the "jam." There were only four "Mormon "Mor-mon Elders on our boat, two of whom were accompanied by their wives. We were not the last to debark, and of course we had no trouble in passing the customs houses as we only had "a pair of spurs and a stand-up collar" as the "Dixieite" says. Out of the customs houses we tumbled into a real English railway train, so diiferent from out-own out-own that one's wonder is no less great than that of a-St George r upon seeing the train at Milford or elsewhere for the first time. Compared with the U-.iuipm i.f a railway it; the U:ii:--il S'l;!"-. the .ei'iicjs ami cars of the' i:t.ir;:.-ii liti-- ar- as toys. a;;d the K:i-.'- j i 1 ..-hi i:i:i :i ic:-t torsive the aiee for' the ood-irttured criticism he oiler's, i From S-nit'tsatiiptua to Lou i m our ; shi p's p:u"y t re voted in a special !':yi r. j Web. we traveled fast, and there v.as j no du-t, but as for comforts, allow me to refer you to one of my companions, j i 1 don't know whether or not any hhig-: hhig-: human took o hence a: anything v. e ! said, there was no complaint urged ami and we made up for comforts iu obsery-Jatious. obsery-Jatious. But the tourist might reason-j ably feel safer on an Eug'hh train than on an American. There are fever casualties. The side entrance to the small coaches they call them carriages car-riages in England are seen to be quite convenient for people who travel only short d i.-tanoes in a hurry. But after hearing ail the apologies the English have to offer for their style of trains I am free to remark that to me they are insuliii'ient, and 1 can fee no reason why they should not take up with the advancement of the age. I went through the Albert and Victoria Museum of Mechanical Arts and I found that practically prac-tically the same styles of cars are iu uje today as were In use in lshiO. Xhe Englishman had better destroy either the models iu the museum or adopt later and more improved methods. But I fell in love with England. I might here remark that it's easy for me to fall in love. But really, Eng--land- the land, is beautiful. I don't like the cities of England, generally, as well as the American, but the country coun-try is beautiful. And some parts of some cities are very inviting places, of course. I made a three weeks visit in tho land of the Briton, and tho' I saw very little, still I also saw much. Most of that time was spent in London, but I take it that owing to London's greatness great-ness people have heard about enough of it. I might speak of how I looked upon the world's metropolis but let us take a visit to the country first. History, His-tory, of all my studies at school, was the most interesting, and so I fed my historical faculty if I have one by surveying the renowned ruins of Dudley Castle. One must spend an Autumn day on the wooded hills of England to be able to appreciate that ideal Sunday Sun-day in October, when, with my traveling travel-ing companion Spencer Clawson Jr., I wended my way out of the bustling streets of Dudley up the irregular pavements to the "keep" of Dudley Castle. As our feet clattered over tho stoney walk, the while we wended our way through the forest to the crest of that majestic hill, I fancied I could see the triumphal procession of an Athel-stan Athel-stan or a Sutton with coterie of attendants at-tendants and plumed knights in the dazzling brilliance of their feudal costumes. cos-tumes. And my mind dwelt on the days "when knighthood was in flower," as, later, when I surveyed the walls that once enclosed the banqueting halls and corridors, I pictured the elegance of the plate and spread that met the knights of victory. The crumbling-ruins crumbling-ruins seemed yet to speak of the gaiety and cheer when conquering lords and beautiful women met here to talk of chivalry and love. Bet there were other thoughts more gruesome and bloody when I looked into that dungeon dark beneath the prison's walls, or o'er the ramparts saw the moat and thought of the siege of Denbigh. And what I thought while I strolled through the forests of this "Castle of the Woods," as I wandered with the curves and nooks of the path called "Lover's Walk" ah! what I thought then I'm not going to tell. The official guide book has this to say of that crumbling pile, "Placed upon the brow of a hifl and commanding the valley lying between be-tween it and Wed.ncsbury and the reaches on each side, this 'Castle of the Woods' presents a monument of grandeur and of bygone greatness which is equalled by but few in England." Eng-land." And so, I went on from Dudley Dud-ley to Birmingham, the city of manufactories, manu-factories, thence to Leamington, a beautiful place of summer resorts with sweeping parks and mineral-water baths. Returning to London an opportunity-was opportunity-was had for viewing the beautiful country coun-try of England. For half a day I rode through the rolling land, nor once lost sight of city, farm or hamlet. The whole island seems torn from the careless care-less hold of nature and cut up for the uses of man, and still the country is not rendered less beautiful. In places the primeval forest still stands as a game reserve or source of wood, and the eye is met in all directions by those beautiful English hedges that separate one estate from another. As the railway rail-way cuts through the land one is first on the level and then iu a draw, nowhere no-where crossing roads or paths on the same level, but is generally lowered gradually into a cut while the brick-bridge brick-bridge arches over-head. In these Autumn days one sees the pretty , picture of some sporting- club on a hunt, ' or a crowd of fashionable men and women in appropriate attire at play on the golf links. I suppose it would be next to impossible to make such a journey iu this land without passiuo- ' in the course many a picturesque vif- i lage, each with its town chapel lifting i its lone spire in majesty to Heavem i and one might pass in the course of 1 such a jaunt many a royal estate or I picturesque manor of feudal times. -But we are approaching London now 1 and I have neglected to speak of the 1 visit to Stratford-on-Avon, the home of ' Shakespeare. For the last fifty years I Americans have shown more regard for Shakespeare than the English. I strange tho' it may seem; and the 1 records of Stratford show that mure " Americans today visit the haunts of that greatest of English writers than those of his countrymen. Iu the twelve t months up to Oct. '99 over thirty thou- |