^X" 'li X * E'de seic YALE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY ALBERT H CHILDS YALE '6! MEMORIAL COLLECTION OUR COACHING TRIP BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS BY ANDREW CARNEGIE. (PRIVATE CIRCULATION.) NEW YORK. 1882. 'Ah, that such beauty cannot be portrayed Bywords, nor by the pencil's silent skill. But is the property of him alone Who hath beheld it, noted it with care. And in his mind recorded it with love.'' A<.d TO MY BROTHER AND TRUSTY ASSOCIATES, WHO TOILED AT HOME THAT I MIGHT REALIZE THE HAPPIEST DREAM OF MY LIFE, THIS RECORD, LIKE 'GROUND THE world;' IS ALSO AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED BY THE GRATEFUL AUTHOR. New York, March lo, 1882. OUR COACHING TRIP. Bang ! cUck ! once more the desk closes and the key turns ! Not " Round the World " again, but " Ho for England, for England !" is the cry, and " Scotland's hills and Scotland's dales and Scotland's vales for me." Long enough ago to permit us to sing, " For we are boys, merry, merry boys," and the world lay all before us where to choose, Dod, Vandy, Harry, and I walked through Southern Eng land with knapsacks on our backs. What pranks we played ! Those were the happy days when we heard the chimes at midnight and laughed Sir Pru dence out of countenance. " Dost thou think, be cause thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ?" Nay, verily, Sir Gray Beard, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too 1 Then indeed " The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood. Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye." 2 OUR COACHING TRIP. It was during this pedestrian excursion that I announced that some day, when my " ships came home," 1 should drive a party of my dearest friends from Brighton to Inverness. Black's " Adventures of a Phaeton " came not long after this to prove that another Scot had divined how idyllic the journey could be made. It was something of an air-castle — ¦ of a dream — those far-off days, but see how it has come to pass ! The world, in my opinion, is all wrong on the subject of air-castles. People are forever complain ing that their chateaux en Espagne are never real ized. But the trouble is with them — they fail to recognize them when they come. "To-day," says Carlyle, " is a king in disguise," and most people are in possession of their air-castles, but lack the trick to see't. Look around you ! see Vandy, for instance. When we were thus doing Merrie England on foot, he with a very modest letter of credit stowed away in a belt round his sacred person — for Vandy it was wdio always carried the bag (and a faithful treasurer and a careful one too — good boy, Vandy !) ; he was a poor student then, aud )'ou should have heard him philosophize and lord it over us two, who had been somewhat fortunate in roUing mills and were devot ed to business. " Great Cassar ! boys, if I ever get fifteen hundred dollars a year income !" (This was the fortune I was vaguely figured up to be worth under ordinary conditions.) " Great Ccesar ! boys" —and here the fist would come down on the hard deal table, spilling a few drops of beer— " fifteen hundred dollars a year ! Catch me working any more BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 3 like a slave, as you and Harry do !" Well, well, Vandy 's air-castle was fifteen hundred dollars a year, yet see him now when thousands roll in upoii him every month. Hard at it still— and see the god dess laughing in her sleeve at the good joke on Vandy. He has his air-castle, but doesn't recognize the structure. There is Miss Fashion. How fascinating she was when she descanted on her air-castle— then a pretty cottage with white and red roses clustering beside the door and twining over it in a true-lovers' knot, symbolizing the lover's ideal of mutual help and de pendence—the white upon the red. No large estab lishment for her, nor many servants 1 One horse (I admit it was always to be a big one), and an elegant little vehicle ; plenty of garden and enough of pin- money. On this point there was never to be the slightest doubt, so that she could really get the best magazines and one new book every month — any one she chose. A young hard-working husband, without too much income, so that she might experi ence the pleasure of planning to make their little go far. Behold her now ! her husband a millionaire, a brown-stone front, half a dozen horses, a country place, and a box at the opera ! But, bless your heart ! she is as unconscious of the arrival of her castle as she is that years creep upon her apace. The Goddess Fortune, my friends, rarely fails to give to mortals all they pray for and more, but how she must stand amazed at the bhndness of her idola ters who continue to offer up their prayers at her shrine wholly unconscious that their first requests have been granted. It takes Fortune a little time to 4 OUR COACHING TRIP. prepare the gifts for so many supplicants — the toys each one specially wants ; and lo and behold ! before they can be dehvered (though she works with speed betimes) the unreasonable mortals have lost conceit of their prizes, and their coming is a mockery ; they are crying for something else. If the Fates be malig nant, as old religions teach, how they must enjoy the folly of man ! Imagine a good spirit taking Fortune to task for the misery and discontent of mortals, as she gazes with piteous eyes upon our disappointments, our troubles, and, saddest of all, our regrets, charging her with producing such unhappiness. " Why have you done this?" would be the inquiry. Listen to the sardonic chuckle of the Fate : " Hush ! I've only gi\'en them what they asked (chuckle — chuckle — chuckle) ! Not my fault ! See that unhappy wretch, sleeplessly and feverishly tossing on his pillow, and .in his waking hours absorbing all his lofty faculties in gambling at the Stock Exchange- wife, children, home, music, art, culture, all forgot ten. He was once a bright, promising, ingenuous youth. He was born among trees and green fields, spent the morn of life in the country, sensitive and re sponsive to all nature's whisperings ; lay in cool, leafy shades, wandered in forest glades, and' paddled in the ' complaining brooks which make the meadow- green.' Nay, not many years ago he returned at intervals to these scenes and found their charm had still power over him— felt the truth of the poet's words, that " ' To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 5 A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and .she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.' " He asked for enough to live honorably upon among his fellows, ' ' continues the Fate, ,' ' and to keep his parents comfortable in their old age — a matter of a few hundreds a year — and 1 gave him this and thousands more. Ha, ha, ha ! silence ! Look at him ; he doesn't see the joke. You may try to tell it to him, if 3'ou like. He has no time to listen, nor ears to hear, nor eyes to see ; no, nor sou-l to under stand your language. He's ' short' on New jersey Central or ' long ' on Reading, and, bless you ! he must strain everjr fibre if he would save himself from ruin. He could commune w-ith you in your youth, you say ; he had your language then. No doubt ! no doubt ! so did he then know his Latin and whisper his prayers at his mother's knee. The Latin has gone ; his praying continues —nay has increased, for his fears and selfish w^ants have multiplied since he was an innocent, ignorant child, and he has much more to ask from God for his own ends, now that he is a wise man and is supposed to know much (chuckle — chuckle — chuckle). " There is another mortal," we hear the Fate say ing to the Good Fairy. " Look at her, decked out in all the vagaries of changeable Fashion ; note her fixed-up look, her conventional air, her nervous, unmeaning, simpering smile- -the same to-day, yes- 6 OUR COACHING TRIP. terda)-, and forever — something to all men, much to none. See her at home in her chamber I Why mopes she, looking so haggard, with features ex pressionless and inane ? What worm gnaw s at her heart and makes her life so pettv ? She too came into the world a bright and happv thing, and grew up fond of music and of birds, and with a passion for dowsers and all of Nature's sweets ; so careful too of mother and of father, the very embodiment of love to all around her. You should have seen her in her teens, a srlorious rav from heaven — ' making a sunshine in a shady place ' — so natural, so heartv, with a carol ling laiigh like the falling of waters. In her most secret praVers she asked only for a kind lover with a fair competence, that thev might live modestlv. with out ostentation. She was a good girl and I gave her her wish and more," savs Fate. " Her air-castle was small, but I sent her a magnificent one. She is courted, flattered, has every gift in mv power to be stow ; yet she pines in the midst of them. The fruits of her rare gardens have no flavor for her — Dead Sea fruits indeed, which fall to ashes on her lips. She has entered for the race of Fashion, and her soul is absorbed in its jealousies and disappointments. You may speak to her as of old ; tell her there is something noble in that domain of human life where dtities grow — something not only beyond but differ ent from Fashion, higher than dress or show. She understands vou not. " Hand her a bunch of violets. Does she learn their lesson with their odor (which her dog scents as well as she) ' Comes there to her the inner mean ing, the scent of the new-mown hav that speaks of BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 7 past hours of purity, of the fresh breeze that fanned her cheek in childhood's halcyon days, the love of all things of the green earth and the sense of the goodness of God which his flowers ever hold w'ithin their petals for those who know their language ? ' They will decorate me to-night for the ball !' That is the be-all and the end-all of her ladyship's love for flowers. " Show her a picture with more of heaven than earth in it, and glimpses of the light that never shone on sea or shore. If the artist be in fashion she will call it ' pretty ' when it is grand. Give her music. Is it the opera ? Oh, yes, she wall attend. It is the fashion. But place within her reach the soul-mov ing oratorio (with more religion in it than in twenty sermons) or the suggestive symphony. No, a pre vious engagement prevents. Why, just think of it — one cant talk there ! Yet this woman could once play with feeling and sing with expression, delight ing her young companions. Of her one could truly say, " ' Oh ! to see or hear her singing ! scarce I know which is divinest — For her looks sing too — she modulates her gestures on the tune ; And her mouth stirs with the song, like song ; and when the notes are finest, 'Tis the eyes that shoot out vocal light, and seem to swell them on. ' And now she has fallen to this !" "Has she children?" inquires the Good Spirit. " Oh," says Fate, " we are not altogether relentless. How could we give such a woman children and look you in the face ? It is sometimes thought necessary even to go as far as this, but in such cases we com mend the poor infants to the special care of the great 8 OUR COACHING TRIP. Father, for mother they have none. But look I there is a man now who did so pray for a son and heir that we gave him one, and yonder goes the re sult. God in heaven ! why are men so rash in their blindness as to pra}- for anything ! Surely ' Thy will be done ' were best." I am as bad as Sterne in his " Sentimental Jour ney," and will never get on at this rate. I started to argue that the Fates were too kind instead of not kind enough ; at least, my air-castles have ever been mere toys compared with the realities, for never did I dream, in my wildest days, that the intended drive through Britain would assume the princely propor tions of a four-in-hand, crowded with a dozen of my dearest friends. A modest phaeton or wagonette with a pair of horses was the extent of my dream, but the Fairy sent me four, j^ou see, and two friends for every one I had pleased myself with imagining as sure to take the journey with me. But now to a sober beginning of the story of the coach. It w^as in the leafy month of June — the very first day thereof, however — in the year of our Lord 1 88 1, that the good ship Bothnia (Cunard Line, of course). Captain MciNIicken (a true Scot and bold British sailor), steamed from the future Metropohs of the World for the shores of Merrie England. She had many passengers, but among them were eleven who outranked all others, if their respective opinions of each other were to be accepted as the true stand ard of judgment. I had received for several months before the sweetest pleasure imaginable in startling first one and then another with requests to report at headquarters, Windsor Hotel, New York, May 31st, BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 9 prepared to embark. It was on St. Valentine's Day that Miss Jeannie Johns received a missive which caused her young heart to flutter. What a pretty reply came ! Here is a short extract : " Three months to dream of it ; three months to live in it ; and my whole lifetime afterward to think it over. I am the happiest girl alive, only sometimes I can't believe it's all going to happen." To Davenport, Iowa, went another invitation. In due time^came a return missive from the proud City of the River : "Will I go to Paradise for three months on a coach? Agent of Providence, I will !" Isn't it glorious to make one's friends so happy ? Harbor of New York, June i, 1881. ) On board Steamer Bothnia. y Call the roll. Lady Dowager Mother, Head of the Clan (no Salic Law in our family) ; Miss Jeannie Johns (Prima Donna) ; Miss Alice French (Stewardess) ; Mr. and Mrs, McCargo (Dainty Davie) ; Mr. and Mrs. King (Paisley Troubadours, Aleck good for fun and Aggie good for everything) ; Benjamin F. Vandevort (Benjie) ; Henry Phipps, Jr. (H. P., Our Pard) ; G. F. McCandless (General Manager) ; ten in all, mak ing togethfer with the scribe the All-coaching Eleven. Ting-a-ling-a-hng ! The tears are shed, the kisses ta'en. The helpless hulk breathes the breath of life. The pulsations of its mighty heart are felt ; the last lo OUR COACHING TRIP. rope that binds us to land cast off, and now see the hundreds of handkerchiefs waving from the pier fad ing and fading away. But note among the wavers one slight graceful figure : Miss Mary Clark of our party, present in spirit if bodih^ absent on duty, much to the regret of us all. The wavings from deck to shore tell our friends " how slow our souls sailed on. How fast our ship." The Bothnia turned her face to the east, and out upon old ocean's gray and melancholy waste sailed the Gay Charioteers. As we steamed down the bay three steamers crowded with the most enterprising of Europe's people passed us, emigrants coming to find in the bounteous bosom of the Great Republic the blessings of equality, the just reward of honest labor. Ah, favored land ! the best of the Old World seek your shores to swell to still grander proportions your assured greatness. That all come only for the material benefits you confer, I do not believe. Crowning these material considerations, I insist that the more inteUigent of these people feel the spirit of true manhood stirring within them, and glory in the thought that they are to become part of a powerful people, of a government founded upon the born equahty of man, free from military despotism and class distinctions. There is a trace of the serf in the man who lives contentedly in a land with ranks above him. One hundred and seventee&i thousand came last month, and the cr}' is still they come ! O ye self-constituted rulers of men in Europe, know you not that the knell of dynasties and of rank is BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. Ii sounding ? Are you so deaf that you do not hear the thunders, so blind that you do not see the light nings w^hich now and then give warning of the storm that is to precede the reign of the people ? There is everything in the way one takes things. " Whatever is, is right," is a good maxim for trav ellers to adopt, but the Charioteers improved on that. The first resolution they passed was, " What ever is, is lovely ; all that does happen and all that doesn't shall be altogether lovely." We shall quar rel with nothing, admire everything and every body. A surly beggar shall afford us sport, if any one can be surly under our smiles ; and stale bread and poor fare shall only serve to rernind us that we have banqueted at the Windsor. Even no dinner at all shall pass for a good joke. Rain shall be hailed as good for the growing corn ; a cold day pass as invigorating, a warm one welcomed as suggestive of summer at home, and even a Scotch mist serve to remind us of the mysterious ways of Providence. In this mood the start was made. Could any one suggest a better for our pur pose ? Now comes a splendid place to skip — the ocean voyage. Everybody writes that up upon the first trip, and every family knows all about it from the long descriptive letters of the absent one doing Europe. When one has crossed the Atlantic twenty odd times there seems just about as much sense in boring one's readers with an account of the trip as if the journey were by rail from New York to Chicago. We had a fine, smooth run, and though some of us 12 OUR COACHING TRIP. were a trifle distrait, most of us were supremely happ3^ A sea voyage compared with land travel is a good deal like matrimonj' compared with single blessedness, I take it : either decidedly better or de cidedly worse. To him who finds himself comfort able at sea, the ocean is the grandest of treats. He never fails to feel himself a boy again while on the waves. There is an exaltation about it. " He walks the monarch of the peopled deck," glories in the storm, rises with and revels in it. Heroic song comes to him. The ship becomes a live thing, and if the monster rears and plunges it is akin to bounding on his thoroughbred who knows its rider. Many men feel thus, and I am happily of them, but the ladies who are at their best at sea are few. The travellers, how^ever, bore the journey well, though one or two proved indifferent sailors. One morning 1 had to make several calls upon members below and administer m)- favorite remedy ; but pale and dejected as the patients w^ere, not one failed to smile a ghastl}' smile, and repeat after a fashion the cabalistic words^ — " Altogether lovely." In no branch of human progress has greater ad vance been made within the past twenty years than in ocean navigation by steam ; not so much in the matter of speed as in cost of transport. The Persia, once the crack ship of the Cunard Line, required an expenditure of thirty -five dollars as against her suc cessors' one dollar. The Servia will carry thirt3r-five tons across the ocean for what one ton cost in the Per sia. A revolution indeed ! and one which brings the products of American soil close to the British shores. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 13 Quite recently flour has been carried frora Chicago to Liverpool for about eight3' cents per barrel. The farmer of Illinois is as near the principal mar kets of Britain as the farmer in England who grows his crops one hundred miles from his market and transports by rail. Some of the good people of Britain who are inter ested in land believe that the competition of Aaier- ica has reached its height. Deluded souls, it has only begun ! One cannot be a A^iy at sea wdthout meeting the American who regrets that the Stars and Stripes has been commercially driven from the ocean. This always reminds me of a fable of the lion and the turtle. The lion was proudly walking along the shore, the real king of his domain, the land. The tur tle mocked him, saying. Oh, that's nothing, any one can walk on land. Let's see you try it in the water. The lion tried. Result : the turtle fed upon him for many da3's. America can only render her self ridiculous by entering the water. That is Eng land's domain. " Her home is on the mountain wave. Her march is o'er the deep." Travellers know the character and abilities of the men in charge of a Cunard ship, but have they ever considered for what pittances such men are ootained ? Captain, §3250 per annum; firstofficer, .$1000; second, third, and fourth officers, $600. For what sum think you can be had a man capable of controlling the pon derous machinery of the Servia ? Chief engineer, $1250. You have seen the firemen at wcjrk down 2 14 OUR COACHING TRIP. below, perhaps. Do you know any work so hard as this ? Price $30 per month. The first cost of a steel ship — and it is scarcely worth while in these days to think of any other kind — is about one half on the Clyde what it is on the Delaware. Steel can be made, and is made, in Britain for one half its cost here. Not in our day will it be wise for America to leave the land. It is a very fair divisron, as matters stand — the land for America, the sea for England. Friday, June 10, i88i. Land aho3' ! There it was, the long dark low- lying cloud which was no cloud, but the outline of one of the most unfortunate, of lands — unhappy Ire land, cursed by the well-meaning attempt of Eng land to grow Englishmen there. England's expe rience north of the Tweed should have taught her better. We reached Li\'erpool Saturdav morning. How pleasant it is to step on shore in a strange land and be greeted by kind friends on the qua3=' ! Their wel- corne to England counted for so much. Mr. and Mrs. Pullman had been fellow-passen gers. A special car was waiting to take them to London, but they decided not to go, and Mr. Pull man very kindly placed it at the disposal of Mr. Jones and family (who were, fortunatelv for us, also fellow-passengers) and our party, so that we beg^n our travelling upon the other side under unexpected ly favorable conditions. To such of the party as were getting their first glimpse of the beautiful isle, the journey to London BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 15 seemed an awakening from happy dreams. They had dreamt England looked thus and thus, and now their dreams had come true. The scenery of the Midland route is very fine, much more attractive than that of the other line. The party spent from Saturday until Thursday at the Westminster Hotel, in monster London, every one being free. to do what most interested him or her. Groups of three o^ four were formed for this purpose by the law of natural selection, but the roll was called for breakfasts and dinnei's, so that we all met daily and were fully advised of each other's movements. The Flouse of Commons claimed the first place with our party, all being anxious to see the Mother of Parliaments. It is not so easy a matter to do this as to see our Congress in session ; but thanks to our friend Mr. Robert Clark and to others, we were for tunate in being able to do so frequentl3^ Our ladies had the pleasure of being taken into the Ladies' Gal lery by one of the rising statesmen of England, Sir Charles Dilke, a Cabinet Minister, and one who has had the boldness, and as 1 think the rare sagacity, to say that he prefers the republican to the monarchical system of government. The world is to hear of Sir Charles Dilke if he live and health be granted him. We really heard 'John Bright speak — the one of all men living whom our party wished most to see and to hear. I had not forgotten hearing him speak in Dunfermline, when I was seven years of age, and well do I remember that when I got home I told mother he made one mistake ; for when speaking of Mr. Smith (the Liberal candidate), he ca,lled him a 1 6 OUR COACHING TRIP. men, instead of a maan. When introduced to Mr. Bright I was delighted to find that he had not for gotten Dunfermline, nor Erskine Beveridge, nor Uncle Morrison. A grand character, that of the sturdy Quaker ; once the best hated man in Britain, but one to whom both continents are now glad to confess their grati tude. He has been wiser than his generation, but has lived to see it grow up to him. Certainly no American can look down from the gallery upon that white head without beseeching heaven to shower its choicest blessings upon it. He spoke calmly upon the Permissive Liquor Bill, and gave the ministerial statement in regard to it. All he said was good common sense ; we could do something by regulat ing the traffic and confining it to reasonable hours, but after all the great cure must come from the better education of the masses, who must be brought to feel that it is unworthy of their manhood to bru talize themselves with liquor. England has set her self at last to the most important of all work — the thorough education of her people ; and we may confidently expect to see a great improvement in their habits in the next generation. My plan for mastering the monster evil of intempeiance is that our temperance societies, instead of pledging men never to taste alcoholic beverages, should be really temperance agencies and require their mem bers to use them only at meals — never to drink wines or spirits without eating. The man who takes a glass of wine, or beer, or spirits at dinner is clearly none the worse for it. 1 judge that if the medical fraternity were polled, a large majority would say BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 17 he was the better for it. Why can't we recognize the fact that all races indulge in stimulants and will continue to do so? It is the regulation, not the erad ication, of this appetite that is practical. The com ing man is to consider it low to walk up to a bar and gulp down liquor. * The race will come to this plat form generations before they will accept that of Sir Wilfred Lawson and his total abstinence ideas. Mr. Conway's article in Harper s upon Bedford Square, which gave glowing accounts of this Arca dian colony, with its sesthetic homes, its Tabard Inn, and its club, gave us all a great desire to visit it. We did so one afternoon, and received a very cordial welcome from Mrs. Conway in the absence of her husband. She kindl3^ showed us the grounds and explained all to us. Truth compels me to say we were sadly disappointed, butior this we had prob ably only ourselves to blame. It is so natural to imagine that exquisite wood-cuts and pretty illus trations set forth grander things than they do. The houses were much inferior to our preconceived ideas, and many had soft woods painted, and most of the cheap shams of ordinary structures. The ab sence of grand trees, shady dells, and ornamental grounds, and the exceedingly cheap and cheap-look ing houses made all seem like a new settlement in the Far West rather than the latest development of culture. From this criticism Mr. Conway's own pretty httle home is Avholly exempt, and no doubt there are many other homes there equall3' admirable. I speak onl3^ of the general impression made upon our party, who were all decidedly of opinion that the most 1 8 OUR COACHING TRIP. charming object there was Mrs. Conway her self. Extremes meet. It was from houses such as I have spoken of that we went direct to Stafford House, to meet the Marquis of Stafford by appoint ment, and to be shown over that palace by him. What a change ! If the former were not up to our expectations, this exceeded them. I don't suppose any one ever has expected, to see such a staircase as enchants him upon entering Stafford House. This is the most magnificent residence any of us has ever seen. I will not trust myself to speak of its beau ties, nor of the treasures it contains. One begins to understand to what the Marquis of Stafford is born. The Sutherland family has a million two hundred thousand acres of land in Britain ; no other family in the w^orld compares with it as a landowner. It is positively startling to think of it. Almost the entire County of Sutherland is theirs. Stafford House is their London residence. They have Trentham Hall and Lillieshall in Mid England, and glorious Dun- robin Castle in Scotland. The Marquis sits in the H(5use of Commons as member for Sutherland County, and what do 3'Ou think ! he is a painstaking director of the London and North-Western Railway, and I am informed pays strict attention to its affairs. The Duke of Devon shire is Chairman of the Barrow Steel Company. Lord Granville has iron works, and Earl Dudley is one of the principal iron manufacturers of England. It is all right, you see, my friends, to be a steel-rail manufacturer or' an iron-master. How fortunate ! But the line must be drawn somewhere, and we draw BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 19 it at trade. The A,. T. Stewarts and the Morrisons have no standing in society in England. The3' are in vulgar trade. Now if they brewed beer, for in stance, the}^ would be somebodies. We heard a performance of the "Messiah" in Albert Hall, which iNIiss Johns agreed with me was better in two important particulars than any similar performance we had heard in America. First in vigor of attack b3' the chorus ; this was superb, from the first instant the full volume and quality of sound were perfect. The other point w-as that all- important one of pronunciation. ' We have no chorus in New York which rivals what we heard. The words were of course familiar, and we could scarcely judge whether we w^ere correct in our impression, but we believed that even had they been strange to us we could nevertheless have understood ever3- word. Since my return to New York I have heard this oratorio given by the Oratorio Society, and am delighted to note that Dr. Damrosch has greatly improved his chorus in this respect, but the English do pronounce perfectly in singing. This opinion was confirmed by the music subsequently heard in various places throughout our travels. In public as well as in private singing the purity of pronunciation struck us as remarkable. If I ever set up for a music teacher I shall bequeath to my favorite pupil as the secret of success but one word, ''pronunciation." Some of us went almost every day to Westmin ster, but dancing attendance upon Parliament is much like doing so upon Congress. The interesting de bates are few and far between. The dail3' routine is uninteresting, and one sees how rapidly all houses 20 OUR COACHING TRIP. of legislation are losing their hold upon public atten tion. A debate upon the propriety of allowing Manchester to dispose of her sewage to please her self, or of permitting Dunfermline to bring in a supply of water, seems such a waste of time. The Imperial Parliament of Great Britain seems much in w^ant of something to do when it condescends to occupy its tim.e with trifling questions which the communit3' interested can best settle ; but even in matters of national importance debates are no longer what they were. The questions have already been threshed out in the Reviews — those coming forum^s of discussion — and all that can be said already said by writers upon both sides of the question who know its bearings much better than the leaders of part3-. When the FortnigJitly or the Nineteenth Century gets through with a subject, the Prime Minister only rises to sum up the result at which the Morleys and Rogerses and Huxleys have previousl3' arrived. The English are prone to contrast the men of America and England who are in political life, and the balance is no doubt greatl3- in their favor. But the reason lies upon the surface : America has solved the fundamental questions of government, and no changes are desired of sufficient moment to en gage the minds of her ablest men. During the civil war, when new issues arose and had to be met, the men who stepped forward to guide the nation were of an entirely different class from those prominent in poUtics either before or since. Contrast the men of Buchanan's administration wnth those the war called to the front — Lincoln, Seward, Stanton, Sumner, Edmunds, Morton, or the generals with Grant, BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 21 Sherman, Sheridan, Hancock. All of these men I have known well, except one or two of the least prom inent. I have met some of the best known politi cians in England. Compared morally or intellect- uall3-, I do not think there is much, if any, difference between them ; w'hile for original creative power I believe the Americans superior. That a band of men so remarkable as to cause surprise to other nations will promptl3- arise whenever there is real work to do, no one who knows the American people can doubt ; but no man of real ability is going to spend his energies endeavoring to control appointments to the New York Custom House, an3' more than he will continue very long to waste his time discussing Manchester sewage. Much as. my English friends dislike to believe it, I tell them that when there is really no great work to be done, when the conflict between feudal and democratic ideas ends, as it is fast coming to an end, and there is no vestige of privilege left from throne to knighthood, only vain, weak men will seek election to Parliament, and such will stand ready to do the bidding of the constituen cies as our agents in Congress do. But this need not alarm our English friends ; there will then be much less bribery before election and much less suc cumbing to social court influences after it. The brains of a country will be found where the real w^ork is to do. The House of Lords registers the decrees of the House of Commons. The House of Commons is soon to register the decrees of the monthUes. Both these things may be pronounced good. In the next generation the debates of Par liament will affect the political currents of the age 2 2 OUR COACHING TRIP. as little as the fulminations of the pulpit affect re ligious thought at present.; and then a man who feels he has real power within him will think of entering .Parliament about as soon as he would think of entering the House of Lords or the American Congress. " The parliament ofiman, the federation of the world," comes on apace ; but its form is to be largely im personal. The press i^ the universal parliament. The leaders in that forum make your "statesman" dance as they pipe. •The same law is robbing the pulpit of real power. Who cares what the Reverend Mr. Froth preaches nowada3's, when he ventures beyond the homilies? Three pages by Professor Robertson Smith in the " Encyclopaedia Britannica " destroy more theology in an hour than all the preachers in the land can build up in a lifetime. If any man wants bona fide substan tial power and influence in this world, he must han dle the pen — that's flat. Truly, it is a nobler weapon than the sword, and a much nobler one than the tongue, both of which have nearly had their day. We had a happy luncheon with our good friends the Clarks, one of our London days, and some of our party who had heard that there was not a great variety of edibles in England saw reason to revise their ideas. Another day we had a notable proces sion for miles through London streets and suburbs to the residence of our friend, Mr. Beck. Five han soms in line driven pell-mell reminded me of our Tokio experiences with Ginrikshaws, two Bettos tandem in each. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 23 It was a prett3% graceful courtesy, my friend, to display from the upper window the " Stars and Stripes," in honor of the arrival of your American guests, and prettier still to have across your hall as a portiere, under which all must bow as the3" entered, that flag which tells of a government founded upon the born equality of man. Thanks 1 Such things touch the heart as well as the patriotic chord which vibrates in the breast of ever3' one so fortunate as to claim that glorious standard as the emblem of the land he fondly calls his own. Colonel Robert IngersoU, that wonderful orator, says that when abroad, after a long interval, he saw in one of the seaports the Stars and Stripes fluttering in the breeze, "he felt the air had blossomed into joy." It was he too who told the South long ago that "there wasn't air enough upon the American con tinent to float two flags." Right there. Colonel ! Do you know why the American worships his flag with an intenser passion than even the Briton does ? 1 will tell you. It is because it is not the flag of a government which discriminates between her children, decreeing privilege to one and denying it to another, but the flag of the people which gives the same rights to all. The British flag was born too soon to be close to the masses. It came before their time, when they had little or no power. They were not consulted about it. Some conclave made it as a Pope is made and handed it down to the nation. But the American flag bears in every fibre the war rant, " We the People in Congress assembled." It is their own child, and how supremely it is beloved ! It is a significant fact that in no riot or local 24 OUR COACHING TRIP. outbreak have soldiers of the United States, bearing the national flag, ever been assaulted. Militia troops have sometimes been stoned, but United States troops never. During the worst riot ever known in America, that in our own good city of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, twenty-eight United States soldiers, all there were in the barracks, marched through the thousands of excited men unmolested. I really' believe that had any man in the crowd dared to touch that flag. General Dix's famous order would have been promptly enforced by his companions. I recently asked Major-General Hancock whether he had ever known United States soldiers to be attacked by citizens, and he said he never had. He was in command of the troops during the riots in the coal regions in Pennsylvania some years ago, and w^hen- ever a body of his regulars appeared they were re spected and peace reigned. General Dix's order was, " If any man touches the Stars and Stripes shoot him on the spot." So say we all of us. And it will be the same in Britain some day, ay and in Ireland too, w^hen an end has been made of privilege and there is not a govern ment and a people, but only a government of the people, for the people, and by the people. That day is not so far off either as some of you think, mark me. But good-bye, London, and aU the thoughts which crowd upon one when in your mighty whirl. You monster London, we are all glad to escape you ! But ere we " gang awa' " shall we not note our visit to one we are proud to call our friend, and of whom Scotland is proud. Dr. Samuel Smiles, a writer of books indeed — books which influence -his BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 25 own generation much, and the younger generation more. Burns's wish was that he " For poor auld Scotland's sake Sorae useful plan or book could make. Or sing a sang at least." Well, the Doctor has made several books that are books, and I have heard him sing a song, too, for the days of Auld Lang Syne. May he live long, and long may his devoted wife be spared to watch over him ! Thursday Morning, June 16, iBSi. We are oft for Brighton. Mr. and Miss Beck accompany us. Mr. and Mrs. King have run up to Paisle3' with the children to get them settled with the doting grandparents, and Mr. and Mrs. Graham have joined us in their place. The coach, horses, and servants w'ent down during the night. We had time to visit the unequalled aquarium and to do the parade before dinner. Miss French and I stole off to make a much more interesting visit ; we called upon William Black, whose acquaintanca I had been fortunate enough to make in Rome, and w^hom I had told that I should feome da3- imitate his "Adventures of a Phaeton." A week before we sailed from New York I had dined with President Garfield at Secretary Blaine's in Washington. After dinner, conversation turned upon my proposed jour- ne3', and the President became much interested. ' ' It is the ' Adventures of a F'haeton' on a grand scale," he remarked. " B3' the way, has Black ever writ ten any other story quite so good as that ? I do not 26 OUR COACHING TRIP. think he has." In this there was a general concur rence. He then said : " But I am provoked wdth Black just now. A man who writes to entertain has no right to end a story as miserably as he has done that of ' MacLeod of Dare.' Fiction should give us the bright side of existence. Real life has tragedies enough of its own. A few weeks more 'and we were to have in his own case the most terrible proof of the words he had spoken so solemnly. I can never forget the sad, careworn expression of his face as he uttered them. " But come it soon or come it fast. It is but death that comes at last." One might almost be willing to die if, as in Garfield's case, there should flash from his grave, at the touch of a mutual sorrow, to both divisions of the great EngUsh-speaking race, the knowledge that they are brothers. This discovery will bear good fruit in time. " Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it." Garfield's life was not in vain. It tells its own story — this poor bo3' toiling upward to the proudest position on earth, the elected of fifty .millions of freemen, a position compared with which that of king or kaiser is as nothing. Let other nations ask themselves where are our Lincolns and Garfields ? Ah, the3^ grow not except where all men are born equal ! The cold shade of aristocracy nips them in the bud. Mr. Black came to see us off. but arrived at our starting-place a few minutes too late. A thousand pities ! Had we only known that he intended to do BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 27 US this honor, until high noon, ay, and till dewy eve, would we have waited. Just think of our start be ing graced by the author of " The Adventures of a Phaeton," and we privileged to give him three rousing cheers as our horn sounded. Though grieved to miss him, it was a consolation to know that he had come, and we felt that his spirit was wnth us and dwelt with us during the entire journey. Many a time the incidents of his charming story came back to us, but I am sorry to record, as a faith ful chronicler, that we young people missed one of its most absorbing features — we had no lovers. At least, I am not apprised that any engagements were made upon the 'journe3% although, for my part, I couldn't help falling in love just a tiny bit with the charming 3-oung ladies who delighted us with their company. Brighton, Friday Morning, June 17. Let us call the roll once more at the door of the Grand Hotel, Brighton, that our history may be complete : Mr. and Miss Beck, London ; Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Graham, Wolverhampton ; Cousin Maggie Lauder, Dunfermline ; dear Emma Franks, Liverpool ; Ylr. and ^Irs. McCargo, Miss Jeannie Johns, Miss Alice French, Benjamin F. Vandevort, Henry Phipps, Jr., G. F. McCandless, Mother and the Scribe. These be the names of the new and de lectable order of the Gay Charioteers, who mounted their coach at Brighton and began the long journe3- to the North Countrie on the day and date afore said. And here, O my good friends, let me say that until a man has stood at the door and unexpectedly 2 8 OUR COACHING TRIP. seen his own four-in-hand drive up before him, the horses-— four noble bays — champing the bits, their harness buckles glistening in the sun ; the coach spick and span new and as glossy as a mirror, wnth the coachman on the box and the footman behind ; and then, enchanted, has called to his friends, " Come, look, there it is, just as I had pictured it !" and has then seen them mount to their places with beaming faces — until, I say, he has had that experi ence, don't tell me that he has known the most exqui site sensation in life, for I know he hasn't. It was Izaak Walton, I believe, who when asked what he consid ered the most thrilling sensation in life, answered that he supposed it was the tug of a thirty-pound salmon. Well, that was not a bad guess. I have taken the largest trout of the season on bonnie Loch Leven, have been drawn over Spirit Lake in Iowa in my skiff for half an hour by a monster pickerel, and have played with the speckled beauties in Dead River. It is glorious ; making a hundred thousand is nothing to it ; but there's a thrill bej'ond that, my dear old quaint Izaak. I remember in one of my sweet strolls " a3'ont the wood mill braes" with a great man, my Uncle Bailie Morrison — and I treas ure the memory of these strolls as among the chief of my inheritance — this very question came up. I asked him what he thought the most thrilling thing in life. He mused awhile, as was the Bailie's wont, and 1 said, " I think 1 can tell you. Uncle." " What is it then, Andrea?" (Not Andrcic for the world, mother and the Bailie have the other.) ' ' 'VVeU, Uncle, 1 think that when, in making a speech, one feels himself lifted, as it were, hj some divine power into regions be- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 29 yond himself, in which he seems to soar without effort, and swept by enthusiasm into the expression of some burning truth, which has laid brooding in his soul, throwing policy' and prudence to the winds, he feels words whose eloquence surprises himself, burning hot, hissing through him like molten lava coursing the veins, he throws it forth, and panting for breath hears the quick, sharp, explosive roar of his fellow-men in thunder of assent, the precious mo ment which tells him that the audience is his own, but one soul in it and that his ; 1 think this the supreme moment of life." " Go ! Andrea, ye've hit it !" cried the Bailie, and didn't the dark eye sparkle ! He had felt this often, had the Bailie ; his nephew had only now and then been near enough to imagine. the rest. Mr. Adam Johnston once told me that, though he had heard the most noted orators of Britain, he never yet heard any one whose mastery of a popular audience was as complete as uncle's. Great praise this from such a source ; but the head of our fam ily, Uncle Tom, was even more than a natural ora tor ; with all his glowing fire he was characterized by rare sagacity and sound common sense. And how sterling his honesty ! All men knew where Tammy Morrison was to be found. A grand Radical, like his father before him, and this nephew after him, who will try, politically speaking at least, never to disgrace the family. The happiness of giving happiness is far sweeter than the pleasure direct, and I recall no moments ot my life in which the rarer pleasure seemed to suffuse my whole heart as when 1 stood at Brighton 3 3° OUR COACHING TRIP. and saw my friends take their places that memorable morning. In this variable, fantastic cUmate of Britain the weather is ever a source of solicitude. What must it have been to me, when a good start was all important ! I remember I awoke early that day and wondered whether it was sunny or rain3-. If a clear day could have been purchased, it would have been obtained at almost any outlay. 1 could easil3' tell our fate by raising the window-blind, but I philosophically decided that it was best to lie still and take what heaven might choose to send us. I should know soon enough. If rain it was, I could not help it ; if fair, it was all right. But let me give one suggestion to those who in England are impious enough to ask heaven to change its plans : don't ask for dry weather ; alwa3rs resort to that last extrem ity when it is " a drizzle-drozzle" you wish. Your supplications are so much more likely to be an swered, 3^ou know. There never was a lovelier morning in England than that which greeted me when I pulled up the heavy Venetian blind and gazed on the rippling sea before me, with its hundreds of prett3' little sails. I repeated to m3'self these favorite lines as I stood entranced : " The Bridegroom Sea is toying with the shore. His wedded bride ; and in the fulness of his marriage joy He decorates her tawny brow with shells. Retires a space to see how fair she looks, Then proud runs up to kiss her." That is W'hat old ocean was doing that happy morning. 1 saw him at it, and I felt that if all created beings had one mouth 1 should like to kiss them too. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 31 All seated ! Mother next the coachman, and I at her side. The horn sounds, the crowd cheers, and we are off. A mile or two are traversed and there is a unanimous verdict upon one point — this suits us ! Finer than we had dreamt ! As we pass the pretty villas embossed in flowers and vines and all that makes England the home of happy homes, there comes the sound of increasing exclamations. How pretty ! Oh, how beautiful ! See, see, the roses ! oh the roses ! Look at that lawn ! How lovely ! Enchanting ! entrancing ! superb ! exquisite ! Oh, I never saw anything like this in all my life ! And then the hum of song — La-/«-LA-LA, Ra-da-(/«-DUM ! Yes, it is all true, all we dreamt or imagined and be yond it. And so on we go through Brighton and up the hills to the famous Weald of Sussex. While w'e make our first stop to water the horses at the wayside inn, and some of the men as well, for a glass of beer asserts its attractions, let me introduce you to two worthies whose names wall occupy im portant places in our narrative, and dwell in our memories forever ; men to whom we are indebted in a large measure for the success of the coaching ex periment. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Perry, Perry our coachman ; and what he doesn't knoiV about horses and how to handle them you needn't overtask 3'our- selves trying to learn. And this is Joe — Joey, my lad — footman and coach manager. A good head and an eloquent tongue has Joe. Yes, and a kind heart. There is nothing he can do or think of doing for any of us — and he can do much — that he is not off and doing ere we ask him. " Skid, Joe !" 32 OUR COACHING TRIP. " Right, Perry !'.' these talismanic words of our order we heard to-day for the first time. It wUl be many a long day before they cease to recall to the Charioteers some of the happiest recollections of Ufe. Even as 1 write I am in English meadows far away and hear them tingling in my ears. It was soon discovered that no mode of travel could be compared wnth coaching. By all other modes the views are obstructed by the hedges and walls ; upon the top of the coach the eye wanders far and wide, " O'er deep waving fields and pastures green. With gentle slopes and groves between." Ever3'thing of rural England is seen, and how exqui- sitel3' beautiful it all is, this quiet, peaceful, orderly land! " The ground's most gentle dimplement (As if God's finger touched, but did not press. In making England) — such an up and down Of verdure ; nothing too much up and down, A ripple of land, such little hills the sky Can stoop to tenderly and the wheat-fields climb ; Such nooks of valleys lined with orchises, Fed full of noises by invisible streams, I thought my father's land was worthy too of being Shakespeare's." I think this extract from Mr. Winter's charming volume expresses the feeUngs one has amid such scenes better than an3'thing 1 know of: ' ' If the beauty of England were merely super ficial, it would produce a merely superficial effect. It would cause a passing pleasure, and would be forgot ten. It certainly would not— as now in fact it does inspire a deep, joyous, serene and grateful content- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 33 ment, and linger in the mind, a gracious and benefi cent remembrance. The conquering and lasting potency of it resides not alone in loveliness of ex pression, but in loveliness of character. Having first greatly blessed the British Islands with the natural advantages of position, cUmate, soil, and products, nature has wrought out their development and adornment as a necessary consequence of the spirit of their inhabitants. The picturesque variety and pastoral repose of the English landscape spring, in a considerable measure, from the imaginative taste and the affectionate gentleness of the English peo ple. The state of the country, like its social consti tution, flows from principles within (which are con- stantl3' suggested), and it steadily comforts and nourishes the mind with a sense of kindly feeling, moral rectitude, solidity, and perhianence. Thus, in the peculiar beauty of England the ideal is made the actual, is expressed in things more than in words, and in things by which words are transcended. Milton's ' L' Allegro,' fine as it is, is not so fine as the scenery — the cr3'stalUzed, embodied poetry — out of which it arose. All the delicious rural verse that has been w^ritten in England is only the excess and superflux of her own poetic opulence ; it has rippled from the hearts of her poets just as the fragrance floats away from her hawthorn hedges. At every step of his progress the pilgrim through English scenes is impressed with this sovereign excellence of the accomplished fact, as contrasted with an3^ words that can be said in its celebration. ' ' The roads are a theme of continual wonder to those who have not before seen England. To sa3' 34 OUR COACHING TRIP. that from end to end of our journey they equalled those of New York Central Park would be to un derstate the fact. They are equal to the park roads on days when these are at their best, and are neither dry nor dusty. We bowl over them as balls do over biUiard-tables. It is a glide rather than a roll, with no sensation of jolting. You could write or read on the coach almost as well as at home. I mean you could if there was any time to waste do ing either, and 3'Ou were not afraid of missing some beautiful picture which would dwell in your memory^ for years, or Aleck's last joke, or Jeannie's sweet song, Andrew Martin's never-to-be-forgotten lilt, or the Lady Dowager's Scotch ballad pertaining to the district ; or what might be even still more likely, if you didn't want to tell a story yourself, or even join in the roaring chorus as we roll along, for truly the exhilarating effect of the triumphant progress is such as to embolden one to do anything. I always liked Artemus Ward, perhaps because I found a point of similarity between him and myself. It was not he but his friend who " was saddest when he sang," as the old song has it. I noticed that my friends were strangely touched when I burst into song. I do not recall an instance when 1 was encored ; but the apparent slight arose probably from a suspicion that if recalled 1 would have essayed the same song. This is unjust ! 1 have another in reserve for such an occasion, if it ever happen. The words are differ ent, although the tune may be somewhat similar. When 1 like a tune 1 stick to it, more or less, and when there are fine touches in several tunes 1 have been credited with an eclectic disposition. How- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 35 ever this may be, there was never time upon our coach for anything which called our eyes and our attention from the rapid succession of pretty cot tages, fine flowers, the birds and lowing herds, the grand lights and grander shadows of that uncertain fleecy sky, the luxuriance of the verdure, flowery dells and dewy meads, and the hundred surprising beauties that make England England. These bind us captive and drive from the mind every thought of an3'thing but the full and intense enjoyment of the present hour ; and this comes without thought. Forgetful of the past, regardless of the future, from morn till night, it is one uninter rupted season of pure and unalloyed joyousness. Never were the words of the old Scotch song as timely as now : " The present moment is our ain. The neist we never see." Having got the party fairly started, let me tell you something of our general arrangements for the campaign. The coach, horses, and servants are en gaged at a stipulated sum per week, which includes their travelling expenses. We have nothing to do with their bills or arrangements, neither are we in any wise responsible for accidents to the property. Every one is allowed a sraall hand-bag and a strap package ; the former contains necessary articles for daily use, the latter waterproofs, shawls, shoes, etc. The Gay Charioteers march with supplies for one week. The trunks are forwarded every week to the point where we are to spend the succeeding Sunday, so that every Saturday evening we replenish our 36 OUR COACHING TRIP. wardrobe, and at the Sunday evening dinner our ladies appear in grand toilette. In no case did any failure of this plan occur, nor were we ever put to the sUghtest inconvenience about clothing. Our hotel accommodations were secured by telegraph. Mr. Graham, previous to our start, had engaged these for our first week's stage. The question of luncheon soon came to the front, for should we be favored with fine weather, much of the poetry and romance of the journey was sure to cluster round the midday halt. It was by a pro cess of natural selection that she who had proved her genius for making salads on many occasions during the voyage should be unanimously appointed to fill the important position of stewardess, and given full and unUmited control of the hampers. Miss French lived up to a well-deserved reputation by surprising us day after day with luncheons far excelling an3' dinner. Two coaching hampers, very complete affairs, were obtained in London. These the stewardess saw filled at the inn every morning with the best the country could afford, giving this her personal supervision, a labor of love. Harry's sweet tooth led him to man3' early excursions before breakfast in quest of sweets and flowers for us. Aleck was butler, and upon him we placed implicit reliance, and with excellent reason too, for the essential corkscrew and the use thereof — which may be rated as of prime necessity upon such a tour — and Aleck never failed us as superintendent of the bottles. It was in obedience to the strictest tenets of our civil service reform association that the most im portant appointment of all was made with a unanimit3' BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 37 w^hich must ever be flattering to the distinguished gentleman who received the highly responsible ap pointment of general manager. Gardiner had evi dently been born for the position. A man does not generally learn until he is forty what he can do to perfection ; but there are thirt3'-two ready to certify that our general manager has not needed to wait so long. If he ever requires backers as the best man ager — the ver3' ideal manager of a coaching part3^ — appl3' within. He had ten da3's' instruction from a master hand, friend Graham, who resigned office and retired to the shades of private life at Wolverhamp ton. It was Mr. Graham who arranged all the pre- liminaiies, so that none of us had a thing to do at Brighton but to mount into our seats. He and Gardiner are twins in greatness, and, as far as our party is concerned, neither could be equalled except by the other. Just here let me note, for the peace of mind of any gentleman who may be tempted to try the coaching experiment : Don t, unless 3'ou have a dear friend with a clear head, an angelic disposition, a great big heart, and the tact essential for govern ing, who for your sake is willing to relieve you from the cares incident to such a tour — that is, if y^ou ex pect to enjoy it as a recreation, and have something that forever after will linger in the memory as an adventure in wonderland. There must always be a tendency toward group ing in a large party : groups of four or five, and in extreme cases a group of two ; and especially is this so when married people, cousins, or dear friends are of the company. To prevent anything like this, and insure our being one united party, I asked the gen- 38 OUR COACHING TRIP. tlemen not to occupy the same seat twice in succes sion — a rule which gave the ladies a different com panion at each meal. This was understood to apply in a general way to our strolls, although in this case the general manager, with rare discretion, winked at many infringements, which insured him grateful constituents of both sexes. Young people should never beheld too strictly to such rules, and a chape ron's duties, as we all know, are often most success fully performed by a wise and salutary neglect. Our general manager and even the Lady Dowager were considerate. We generally started about half-past nine in the morning, half an hoiir earlier or later as the day's journey was to be long or short ; and here let me record, to the credit of all, that not in any instance had we ever to wait for any of the party beyond the five minutes allowed upon all well-managed Unes for " variation of watches." The horn sounded, and we were off through the crowds which were usually around the hot^l door awaiting the start. Nor even at meals were we less punctual or less mindful of the comfort of others. I had indeed a model party in every way, and in none more praiseworthy than in this, that the Charioteers were always " on time." Jeannie's explanation may have reason in it : " Who wouldn't be ready and waiting to mount the coach ! I'd as soon be late, and a good deal sooner, maybe, for my wedding as for meals ; there was even a better reason why we were always ready then : we could hardly wait." We did indeed eat Uke hawks, especially at luncheon— a real bo3''s hunger — the ravenous gnawing after a day at the sea gathering BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 39 whilks. I thought this had left me, but that with many another characteristic of glorious youth came once more to make daft callants of us. O those days ! those happy, happy days ! Can they be brought back once more ? Will a second coaching trip do it ? I would be off next summer. But one hesitates to put his luck to the test a second time, lest the perfect image of the first be marred. We shall see. During the evening we had learned the next day's stage — w^here we were to stay over night, and, what is almost as important, in what pretty nook we were to rest at midday ; on the banks of what classic stream or wimpling burn, or in what shady, moss- covered dell. Several people of note in the neigh borhood dropped into the inn, as a rule, to see the American coaching party, whose arrival in the vil lage had made as great a stir as if it were the ad vance show-wagon of Barnum's menagerie. From these the best route and objects of interest to be seen could readily be obtained. The ordnance maps which we carried kept us from trouble about the right roads ; not only this, they gave us the name of every estate we passed, and of its owner. ¦ The horses have to be considered in selecting a luncheon-place, which should be near an inn, where they can be baited. This was rarely inconvenient ; but upon a few occasions, when the choice spot was in some glen or secluded place, we took oats along, and our horses were none the worse off for nibbling the roadside grass and drinking from the brook. Nor did the party look less. like the aristocratic gyp sies they felt themselves to be frora having their 40 OUR COACHING TRIP. coach standing on the moor or in the glen, and the horses picketed near by, as if we were just the true- born gypsies. And was there ever a band of gypsies happier than we, or freer from care ? Didn't we often dash off in a roar : " See ! the smoking bowl before us, ! Mark our jovial ragged ring I Round and round take up the chorus, And in raptures let us sing. A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest." Halt ! Ho for luncheon ! Steps, Joe. Yes, sir! The committee of two dismount and select the choicest Uttle bit of sward for the table. It is not too warm, still we will not refuse the shade of a noble chestnut or fragrant birk, or the side of a tall hedge, on which lie, in one magnificent bed, masses of honeysuckle, over which nod, upon graceful sprays, hundreds of the prettiest wild roses, and at whose foot grow the foxglove and wandering willie. It is no easy matter to decide which piece of the velvety lawn is finest ; but here come Joe and Perry with armfuls of rugs to the chosen spot. The rugs are spread tw^o lengthwise a few feet apart, and one across at the top and bottom, leaving for the table in the centre the fine clovered turf with buttercups and daisies pied. The ladies have gathered such handfuls of wild flowers ! How fresh, how unaffected, and how far be3rond the more pretentious bouquets which grace our city dinners ! These are Nature's own dear children, fresh from her lap, besprinkled, with the BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 41 dews of heaven, unconscious of their charms. How touchingly beautiful are the wild flowers ! real friends are the3', close to our hearts, while those of the con servatory stand outside, fashionable acquaintances onl3-. Give us the wild flowers, and take your prize varieties ; for does not even Tennyson (a good deal of a cultivated flower himself) sing thus of the harshest of them all, though to a Scotsman sacred beyond all other vegetation : . . . " the stubborn thistle bursting ' Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden roses." And in that w^onder of our generation, the " Light of Asia," it is no garden beauties who are addressed : " Oh, nowers of the field ! Siddartha said. Who turn your tender faces to the sun — Glad of the light, and grateful with sweet breath Of fragrance and these robes of reverence donned. Silver and gold and purple — none of ye Miss perfect living, none of ye despoil Your happy beauty. . . . What secret know ye that ye grow content, From time of tender shoot to time of fruit, Murmuring such sun- songs from your feathered crowns ?" You may be sure that while in Scotland old Sco tia's dear emblem, and that riiost graceful of all flow^ers, the Scottish bluebell, towered over our bouquets, and that round thera clustered the others less known to fame. It was an easy matter to tie the flowers round sticks and press these into the soft lawn, and then there was a table for you — equal it who can ! Round 42 OUR COACHING TRIP. this the traveUers range themselves upon the rugs, soraetiraes finding in back to back an excellent sup port, for they sat long at table ; and see at the'head — for it's the head wherever the Queen Dowager sits — raother is comfortably seated upon the smaller of the two hampers. The larger placed on end before her gives her a private table : she has an excellent seat, befitting her dignity. Joe and Perry have put the horses up at the inn, and are back with m.ugs of foaming ale, bottles of Devonshire cider, lemonade, and pitchers of fresh creamy milk, that all tastes may be suited. The stewardess and her assistants have set table, and now luncheon is ready. No formal grace is necessar3', for our hearts have been over flowing with gratitude all the day long for the blessed happiness showered upon us. We owe no man a grudge, harbor no evil, have forgiven all our enemies, if we have any — for we doubt the existence of eneraies, being ourselves the enemy of none. Our hearts open to embrace all things, both great and small ; we are only sorr3r that so much is given to us, so Uttle to many of our more deserving fellow- creatures. Truly, the best grace this, before meat or after ! " He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all." In these days we feel for the Deevil hiraself, and wish with Burns that he would take a thought and mend ; and, as Howells says, if we had the naming of creation w^e wouldn't call snakes snakes while coaching. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 43 No one would believe what fearful appetites driving in this climate gives one. Shall we ever feel such tigerish hunger again ! but, what is just as important, shall we ever again have such luncheons ! " Give me a sixpence," said the beggar to the duke, " for I have nothing." " You lie, you beggar ; I'd give a thousand pounds for such an appetite as you've got." Well, ours would have been cheap to you, my lord duke, at double the money. What a roar it caused one day when one of the young ladies was discovered quietly taking the third slice of cold ham. "Well, girls, you must remember I was on the front seat, and had to stand the brunt of the weather this morning. ' ' Capital ! I had been there at her side, and got my extra allowance on the same ground ; and those who bore the brunt of the weather claimed a great man3" second and even third allowances dur ing the journey. Aleck (^aleck, notEl-eck, reraeraber), set the table in a roar so often with his funny sayings and doings that it would fill the record were I to recount them, but one comes to mind as I write which was a great hit. A temperance — no, a total abstinence lady re buked him once for taking a second or third glass of soraething, telling him that he should try to conquer his liking for it, and assuring him that if he would only resist the Devil he would flee from him. "I know," said the wag (and with such a comical, good- natured expression), " that is what the good book says, Mrs. , but I have generally found that I was the fellow who had to get." You couldn't corner Aaleck. 44 OUR COACHING TRIP. Although we w-ere coaching, it must not be thought that we neglected the pleasures of walking. No, indeed, we had our daily strolls. Sometimes the pedestrians started in advance of the coach from the inn or the luncheon ground, and walked until overtaken, and at other times we would dismount sorae railes before we reached the end of the day's journe3r, and walk into the village. This was a favorite plan, as we found by arriving later than the main body our rooms were ready and all the friends in our general sitting-room standing to welcome us. Hills upon the route were always hailed as giving us an opportunity for a walk or a stroll, and all the sport derivable from a happy part3' in country^ lanes. It was early June, quite near enough to " The flowrt-y May who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose,'^ and the hundreds of England's wild beauties with " quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers. And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.'' We carried perpetual flowering suramer wdth us as we travelled from south to north, plucking the wild roses and the honeysuckles frora the hedges near Brighton, never missing their sweet influences, and finding them ready to welcome us at Inverness, as if they had waited till our approach to burst forth in their beauty in kindly greeting of their kinsmen from over the sea. A dancing, laughing welcome did the wild flowers of m3' native land give to us, God bless them ! On our arrival at the inn for the night, the gener- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 4,5 al manager examined the rooms and assigned them ; Joe and Perry handed over the bags to the servants ; the party went direct to their general sitting-room, and in a few minutes were taken to their rooras, where all was ready for them. The two American flags were placed upon the mantel of the sitting- room, in which there was always a piano, and we sat down to dinner. a happy band. The long twilight and the gloaming in Scotland gave us two hours after dinner to see the place ; and after our return an hour of musical entertainment was generally enjo3^ed, and we were off to bed to sleep the sound, refreshing sleep of childhood's innocent days. The duties of the general manager, however, re* quired his attendance down stairs; he had to-morrow's route to learn and the landlord or landlady, as the case might be, to see. Some of the male member? of the party were not loath to assist in this business, and I have heard raany a story of the pranks played — for these good friends Aleck, Grahara, and Martin are not unlike Mr. John S. Kennedy's Piper, " Rory Murphy," " Who had of good auld sangs the wale To please the wives that brewed good ale ; He charmed the swats frae cog and pail As he cam through Dumbarton." No doubt the landlord's laugh was ready chorus, and the Gay Charioteers of this departraent, I make bold to say, tasted raost of the " far ben" barrels of every landlord or landlady in their way northward; The question of the weather occurs to every one. " If you have a dry season, it raay be done ; if a wet one, I doubt it," was the opinion of one of ray wisest 4 46 OUR COACHING TRIP. friends in Britain. We were surprisingly fortunate in this respect. Only one day did we suffer seriously from rain. A gentle shower fell now and then to cool the air and lay the dust, or rather to prevent the dust, and seemingl3' to recreate vegetation. Who wouldn't bear a shower, if properly suppUed with waterproofs and urabrellas, for the fresh glory re vealed thereafter. Only a continual downpour for days could have darapened the ardor of the Gay Charioteers. Good coaching weather may be ex pected in June and July, if one may indulge any weather anticipations in England. After we left the deluge came ; nothing but rain was reported dur ing August and Septetnber. Strong, thick shoes, one pair in reserve, and overshoes for the ladies, heavy woollen clothing — under and over — a water proof, an umbrella, and a felt hat that wdn't spoil — these rendered us almost independent of the weather and prepared us to encounter the worst ever predicted of the British climate ; and this is saying a great deal, for the natives do grumble inordinately about it. As I have said, however, our travelling was never put to a severe test. England and Scotland smiled vipon the coaching party, and compelled us all to fall deeply in love with their unrivalled charras. We thought that even in tears this blessed isle must still be enchanting. The same horses (with one. excep tion) took us through from Brighton to Inverness. This has surprised some horsemen here, but little do they know of the roads and cUmate, nor of Perry's care. The horses were actually in better condition after the journey than when they started. For luncheon, "good my liege, all place a teraple and BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 47 all seasons summer;" but for lodgings and entertain ment for man and beast, how did we manage these ? Shall we not take our ease in our inn ? and shall not mine host of The Garter, ay and mine hostess too, prove the most obliging of people ? I do not sup pose that it would be possible to find in any other country such delightful inns at every stage of such a journey. Among many pretty objects upon which memory lovingl3'- rests, these little wayside inns stand prominently forward. The very names carry one back to quaint days of old: "The Lamb and Lark," " The Wheat Sheaf," " The Barley Mow." Oh, you fat wight, your inn was in Eastcheap, but in your march through Coventry, when you wouldn't go with 3^our scarecrows, it was to some pretty inn you went, you rogue, with its trailing vines, thatched roof, and pretty garden flower-pots in the windows ; and upon such excursions it was, too, that you ac quired that love of nature which enabled the master with six words to cover most that was unsavory in your character, and hand you down to generations unborn, shrived and absolved. Dear old boy — whom one would like to have known — for after all you were right. Jack : " If Adam fell in an age of inno cency, what was poor Jack Falstaff to do in an age of villainy !" There was something pure and good at bottora of one who left us after life's vanities were o'er playing with flowers and "babbling o' green fields. ' ' These country hostelries are redolent of the green fields. It is in such we would take our ease in our inn. The host, hostess, and servants assem bled at the door upon our arrival, and welcomed us to their home, as they also do when we leave to bid 48 OUR COACHING TRIP. us God-speed. We mount and drive off w-ith smiles, bows, and wavings of the hands from them ; and surely the smiles and good wishes of those who have done so much to promote our comfort over night are no bad salute for us as we blow our horn and start on the fresh dewy mornings upon our day's journey. The scrupulous care bestowed upon us and our belongings by the innkeepers excited remark. Not one article was lost of the fifty^ packages, great and small, required by fifteen persons. It was not even practicable to get rid of any trifling article which had served its purpose ; old gloves or discarded brushes quietly stowed away in some drawer or other would be handed to us at the next stage, hav ing been sent by express by these careful, honest people. It was a great and interesting occasion, as the reporters say, when the stowed-away pair of old slippers which she had purposely left, were deliv ered to one of our ladies with a set speech after din ner one evening. Little did she suspect what was contained in the nice package which had been for warded. Our cast-off things were veritable devil's ducats which would return to plague us. We aU have our special weaknesses as to the articles we leave behind at hotels. Mine is well known ; but 1 smile as I write at the cleverness shown in preventing my lapses during the excursion from coming before the congregation. It was a wary eye which was kept upon forwarded parcels, mark you, and not once was 1 presented with a left article. The eleventh commandraent is, not to be found out. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 49 With these general observations we shall not "leave the subject with y^ou," but, retracing our steps to the hills overlooking Brighton, we shall mount the coach waiting there for us at the King's Cross Inn ; for you remember we dismounted there while the horses w^ere watered for the first time. Ten miles of bewildering pleasure had' brought us here ; some of us pushed forward and had our first stroll, but we scattered in a minute, for who could resist the flowers which tempted us at every step ! The roses were just in season : the honeysuckle, ragged robin, meadow sweet, wandering willie, and who can tell how raany others whose faraiUar names are household words. What bouquets we gathered, what exclamations of delight were heard as one. mass of beauty after another burst upon our sight ! We began to realize that Paradise la3' before us, be gan to know that we had discovered the rarest plan upon earth for pleasure ; as for duty that was not within our horizon. We scarcely knew there was, work to do. An echo of a moan from the weary world we had cast behind was not heard. Divinest melancholy was out of favor ; II Penseroso was dis carded for the tirae, and L' Allegro, the happier god dess, crowned, bringing in her train — " Sport, that wrinkled Care derides. And Laughter, holding both his sides ; Come, and trip it as you go, On the light, fantastic toe." That does not quite express it, for there was tirae for raomentary pauses now and then, when the heart swelled with gratitude. We were so grateful for being so blessed. It was during this stroll that so OUR COACHING TRIP. Emma came quietly to my side, slipped her arra in mine, and said in that rich, velvety English voice which we all envy her : " Oh, Andrew, when I am to go home you will have to tell me plainly, for in deed I shall never be able to leave this of ray own accord. I haven't been as happy since I wasay^oung girl." " Do you really think you could go all the way to Inverness?" " Oh, I could go on this way forever." "All right, my lady, 'check your bag gage through,' as we say in Yankeedom ;" and never did that woman lose sight of the coach till it was torn away from her at Inverness. We reached Horsham and lunched there at the King's Arms, walked about its principal square, and were off again for Guildford. As we leave the sea the soil becomes richer, and ere we reach Horsham w^e say, yes, this is England indeed ; but I forgot we passed through the Weald of Sussex before reaching Horsham. The cloudy sky cast deep shadows with the sunbeams over the rich, wooded landscape, as no clear blue sky has power to do, and brought to ,my mind Mrs. Browning's lines : " my woods in Sussex have some purple shades at gloaming, Which are worthy of a king in state, or poet in his youth. ********** Oh, the blessed woods of Sussex, I can hear them still around me, With their leafy tide of greenery still rippling up the wind I" x\nd many a stately home did we see, fit for her " who spake such good thoughts natural." Mrs. Browning is said to have wtitten Lady Geraldine in a few hours, lying upon a sofa. This is one of the proofs cited that genius does its work as if by inspiration without great effort. What BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 51 nonsense ! The Victoria Regina bursts into flower in a day ; but, look you, a hundred years of quiet, unceasing grow^th, which stopped not night nor day, was the period of labor preceding the miracle — a hundred years, during all of which the vine drank of the sunshine and the dews. Scott wrote some of his best works in a few weeks, but for a life time he never flagged in his work of gathering the fruits of song and story. Burns dashed off "A man's a raan for a' that" in a jiffy .^ Yes, but for how many years were his very heartstrings tingling and his blood boiUng at the injustice of hereditary rank ! His life is in that song, not a few hours of it. GuiLDroRD, June 17. The approach to Guildford gives us our first real, perfect English lane — so narrow and so bound in by towering hedgerows worthy the name. Had we met a vehicle at some of the prettiest turns there would have been trouble, for, although the lane is not quite as narrow at the pathway of the auld brig, where two wheelbarrows trembled as they met, yet a four-in-hand upon an EngUsh lane requires a clear track. Vegetation near Guildford is luxuriant enough to meet our expectations of England. It was at the White Lion we halted, and here came our first ex perience of quarters for the night. The first dinner en route was a decided success in our fine sitting- room, the Araerican flags, brought into requisition for the first tirae to decorate the raantel, bringing to all sweet memories of home. We had done our first day's coaching, and a long day at that, and looking back it is amusing to remem- 52 OUR COACHING TRIP. ber how anxiously^ I awaited the reports of the ladies of our party ; for it was not without grave apprehen sion that some must fall by the wayside, as it were, as we journeyed on. One who had tried coaching upon this side had informed rae that few ladies could stand it; but it was very evident that the spirits and appetites of ours were entirely satisfactory, and they all laughed at the idea that they could not go on for ever. Mother was quite as fresh as any. It was a shame that general orders consigned to bed at an early hour two of the ladies thought least robust, while the others walked about the suburbs of Guild ford until late. I recollect we stood in the thicken ing twilight in front of an ivy-clad residence for some time, and asked each other if anything so exquisite bad ever been seen, so full of rest, of horae. The next raorning all were fresh and happy, without a trace of fatigue — full of yesterday, and quite sure that no other day could equal it. But this was often said : many and many a day was voted the finest yet, only to be eclipsed in its turn by a later, till at last an effort to narae our best day led to twenty selec tions, and ended in the general conclusion that it was irapossible to say which had crowded within its hours the rarest treat, for none had all the finest, neither did any lack something of the best. But there is one point upon which a unanimous verdict can always be had from the Gay Charioteers, that to such days in the mass none but themselves can be their parallel. I ran into a book-shop in the morning and ob tained a local guide-book, that I might cull for you the proper quotations therefrom. It consists of 148 pages, mostly given up to notices of the titled people BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 53 who visited the old town long ago ; but who cares about them ? Here, however, is something of raore interest than all those nobodies. Cobbett says of Guildford, in his " Rural Rides ": "I, who have seen so many towns, think this the prettiest and most happy-looking I ever saw in my life." There's praise for you! But, then, he had never seen Dunfermline. Here is a characteristic touch of that rare, horse-sense kind of a man. He is enraptured over the vale of Chilworth. " Here, in this tranquil spot, where the nightin gales are to be heard earlier and later in the year than in any other part of England, where the first budding of the trees is seen in the spring, where no rigor of seasons can ever be felt, where everything seems framed for precluding' the very thought of wickedness — this has the devil fixed on as one of his seats of his grand manufactory, and perverse and even ungrateful man not only lends his aid, but lends it cheerfully." Since these days, friend Cobbett, the devil has much enlarged hi^ business in gunpowder and bank notes, of which you complain. He was only making a start when you wrote. The development of manu factures in Araerica (under a judicious tariff, be it reverently spoken), amazing as it has been, and carried on as a rule by the saints, is slow work com pared with what his satanic majesty has been doing in these two departments. We must bestir ourselves betimes. You remember Artemus Ward's encounter with the colporteur. After a long, dusty day's journey, arriving at the hotel, he applied to the barkeeper for 54 OUR COACHING TRIP. a mint-julep, and just as Artemus was raising the tempting draught to his lips, a hand was laid upon his arm and the operation arrested. The missionary in embryo said in a kind of sepulchral tone, for he was only a beginner and had not yet reached that true professional voice which comes only after years of exhortation : " My friend, look not upon the wine when it is red. It stingeth like a serpent and it bit- eth as an adder." " Guess not, stranger," replied Artemus, " not if you put sugar in it." It is just so with bank-notes, friend Cobbett. They don't bite worth'a cent, neither do they sting, if you have government bonds behind them. But this was not understood in your day. There is a funny thing in this guide-book. " There also resides Mr. Martin Farquhar Tupper, the author of ' Proverbial Philosophy,' etc. He has eulogized the scene around as follows:" Then corae two pages of Tupper. 1 naturally looked to see the name of the author of the book, but none was given. Such modesty ! But 1 think the case a clear one, for who but Tupper woi^ld quote Tupper ! " Sir," said Johnson to Bossy, " Sir, I never did the man an injury in my life, and yet he would per sist in reading his tragedy to me." Here's the concluding quotation from the guide-book of Guild ford, and I promise not to quote much more from any similar source. Cobbett says that in Albury Park he saw some plants of the " American cranberry, which not only grow here, but bear fruit, and therefore it is clear that they may be cultivated with great ease in this country." And so they have been and are. Pota- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 55 toes, tomatoes, and cranberries — look at the great blessings America has bestowed upon the " author of her being ;" and what won't grow in the rain and fog, doesn't she grow^ for her and send over by every steamer, from canvas-back ducks to Newtown pip pins ! At dinner-tables in England, nowadays, to the usual grace, " O Lord ! for what we are about to re ceive make us truly thankful," there should be add ed, "and render us truly grateful to our big son Jonathan." One could settle down at the Vv'hite Lion in Guildford, and spend a month, at least, visiting every day fresh objects of interest, and I have no doubt becoming day by day more charmed with the life he was leading. In every direction historical scenes, crowded full of instructive stories of the past, invite us; and yet to-morrow morning the horn will sound, and we shall be off, reluctantly saying to ourselves, we must return some day when we have leisure, and wander in and around, absorb and moralize. This rapid survey is only to show iJS what we can do hereafter. A summer to each county would not be too much, and here are eight hundred miles frora sea to firth to be rushed over in seven weeks. Guild ford, farewell! — on " to fresTi fields and pastures new." During our second day's stage we learned the valuable lesson that we should not attempt to coach through England without having the ordnance sur vey maps, and paying close attention to them. In this part of the country, so near to monster London, the roads and lanes are innumerable, and run here, there, and everywhere. You can reach any point by many different roads. Guide-posts have a'dozen 56 OUR COACHING TRIP. names upon them. We did some sailing out of our course to-day, and found many charming spots not down in the chart, which the straight line would have caused us to miss ; but it was late ere Wind sor's towers made their appearance. The day was not long enough for us, long as it was, but the fifty miles we are said to have traversed were quite enough for the horses. But next day would be Sun day, we said, and they had a long rest to look for ward to at Windsor. Windsor, June 18-20. Upon reaching the forest, general manager Gra hara insisted that the chief should take the reins and drive his party through the royal domain. This was my first trial as a whip of a four-in-hand, and not a very successful one either. It's easy enough to han dle the ribbons, but how to do this and spare a hand for the whip troubles one. As Josh BilUngs remarks in the case of religion, " It's easy^ enough to get religion, but to hold on to it is what bothers a fellow. A good grip is here worth more than rubies." I had not the grip for the whip, but it did give me a rare pleasure when I got a raoraent or two now and then (when Perry held the whip), to think that 1 was priv^ileged to drive ray friends in style up to Her Majesty's very door at Windsor. Only to the door, for that good woman was not at home, but in bonnie Scotland, sensible lady! As we were en route ourselves, we were quite in the fashion. Some of her republican subjects were quite disappoint ed at not getting a glimpse of her during the tour. The drive through the grounds gave to sorae of our party their first sight of an English park, and I BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 57 am sure the impression it made upon thera will never be effaced. Windsor at last, a late dinner and a stroll through the quaint town, the castle towering over all in the cloudy night, and we are off to bed, but not before we had enjo3'ed an hour of the wildest frolic, though tired and sleepy after the long drive. We laughed until our sides ached, but how vain to atterapt to de scribe the fun ! To detail the trifles Ught as air which kept us in a roar during our excursion is like offering you stale champagne. No, no, gone for ever are those rare nothings which were so delicious when fresh ; but, for the benefit of the raembers of the Circle, I'll just say " Poole." It was a happy thought to put Gardiner's suit of new clothes in Davie's package and await results. We had all or dered travelling suits in London, and when they arrived we all began to try them on at once. Da vie's disappointraent at getting an odd-looking suit fancied by Gardiner was so genuine ! But such a per fect fit, though a mistake, maybe, as to material ; and then, when he tried his own suit, what a misfit it was ! The climax : ' ' David, if you are going to ' '¦ — but this is too much ! The tears are rolling down ray cheeks once more as 1 picture that wild scene. We heard the chimes at midnight, and then to bed. Windsor is nothing unless royal. It is all over royal, although Her Majesty was absent. But the Prince of Wales was there, and a greater than he- Mr. Gladstone — had run down from muggy London to refresh his faded energies by communing with nature. It is said that his friends, are alarmed at his haggard appearance toward the close of each week ; 58 OUR COACHING TRIP. but he spend? Saturday and Sunday in the country, and returns on Monday to surprise them at the change. Ah ! he has found the kindest, truest nurse, for he knows — . " that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues. Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men. Her greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings." Mr. Gladstone's fresh appearance Monday raorn- ings gratifies his friends, and I will believe pleases even his opponents, for such a man can have no ill- wishers, surely. When Confucius had determined to behead the emperor's corrupt brother, his counsel lors endeavored to dissuade him, from a just fear that the criminal's friends would rise and avenge his death. " Friends !" said the sage, " such a char acter may have adherents, but friends never." The result proved his wisdom. No revolt came, though Confucius stood b3' to see justice done, re fusing to Usten to the petition of the emperor for his own brother's life. In like manner, Mr. Gladstone may have opponents — eneraies never. All EngUsh men must in their hearts honor the man w-ho is a credit to the race. By the way, he's Scotch, let me note, and never fails to bear in mind and to micntion this special cause for thankfulness. I suspect that BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 59 this fact has not a Uttle to do with the intense en thusiasm of Scotland for him. We are a queer lot, up in the North Countrie, and he is our ain' bairn. Blood is thicker than water everywhere, but in no part of this world is it so very much thicker as beyond the Tweed. We attended church at Windsor and saw the great man and the other come to the door together. There the former stopped and the other walked up the aisle, causing a flutter in the congregation. Mr. Gladstone followed at a respectful distance, and "took his seat several pews behind. How absurd you are, my young lady republican ! Can you not un derstand ? One is only the leading man in the em pire — a man who, in a fifty years' tussle with the foremost statesmen of the age, has won the crown both for attainments and character ; but the other, bless your ignorant little head ! — he is a prince. Well, if he is, he has never done anything, you say. You are mistaken here again, miss. He has shot poor tame pigeons frora a trap, raany a tirae, like a raan ; has even killed a pig, for they told me in India how they placed him upon a platform in a tree, out of harm's way, and then drove the pig past, and he actually hit it. My dear girl, I'll lay two to one that Gladstone would have* missed it ; and if the prince were to challenge him to a pigeon-match, he would turn away chicken-hearted. Truly, the prince is the right man of the two, you see, for a cultured, civilized people to prefer and make the fountain of honor — King of England and Emperor (of India) too — a bad word this and un-English. The prince is the highest product of this people, else 6o OUR COACHING TRIP. they would never elevate him above all others; Go to ; you talk Uke a green girl. In the afternoon we attended St. George's Chapel. In one of the stalls v/e saw again that sadly noble Uon-face — no one ever mistakes Gladstone. He sat wrapped in the deepest meditation. He is very pale, haggard, and careworn — the weight of erapire upon him ! " I tell thee, scorner uf these. whitening hairs. When this snow melleth there shall come a flood." I could not help applying to him Milton's lines . . . " with grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin." He has work to do yet. If he only were fifty instead of seventy odd ! Well, God bless him for what he has done ; may he rule England long ! A memorable event occurred at 'Windsor, Sunday, June 19th — my •mother reached her seventy-first year. At breakfast Mr. Beck rose, and addressing hiraself to her, made one of the sweetest, prettiest speeches I ever heard. He presented to her an ex quisite silver cup, ornamented with birds and flow ers, and inscribed : " Presented to Mrs. Margaret Carnegie, at Windsor, by the members of the coach ing-party, upon her seventy-first birthday." Mr. Beck's reference to raother's intense love of nature in all her glorious forras, frora the tiny gowan to the extended landscape, was raost appropriate. Mother and I were completely surprised ; and BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 6i when Mr. Beck concluded, I was about to rise and respond, but a slight motion from .her majesty ap prized me that she preferred to reply in person. Well, I thought I was the speech-maker for the family. I wonder what that woman will do next ! But she acquitted herself grandly. Her speech was a gem ; she is the orator of the faraily, after all (Mem. — It Avas so short). After thanking her dear friends, she said : " I can only wish that you may all have as good health, as complete command of all your faculties, and enjoy flowers and birds and all things of nature as much as I do at seventy-one." Here the voice trembled. There were not many dry eyes. The quiv er ran through the party, and without another w^ord raother sat slowly down. I was very, very proud of that seventy-year old (1 ara often that), and deep ly moved, as she was, by this touching evidence of the regard of the coaching party for her. This incident led to sorae funny stories about presentation speeches. Upon a recent occasion, not far from Paisley, Aggie told us, a worthy deacon had been selected to present a robe to the minister. The church was crowded, and the recipient stood expectantly at the foot of the pulpit, surrounded by the members of his family. Amid breathless silence the comimittee entered and marched up the aisle, headed by the deacon bearing the gift in his extend ed arms. On reaching the pulpit a stand was made, but never a word came from the deacon, down whose brow the perspiration rolled in great drops. He was in a daze, but a touch from one of the com mittee brought him back to something like a realiz- 5 62 OUR COACHING TRIP. ing sense of his position, and he stammered out, as he handed the robe to the minister : " Mr. Broon, Here's the goon." You need not laugh. It is not likely that you could make as good a speech, which, I'U wager, is far better than the one over which he had spent sleepless nights, but which providentiaUy left him at the critical moment. Windst)r, seen from any direction at a distance, is par excellence the castle — a truly royal residence ; but, seen closely, it loses the grand and sinks into soraething of prettiness. It is no longer command ing, and is insignificant in comparison with the true castles of the north. The glamour flies when you begin to analyze. Royalty's famous abode should be looked at as royalty itself should be — at a safe distance. Service at St. George's Chapel will not soon be forgotten by our party. The stalls of the Knights of the Garter, over the canopies of w^hich hang their swords and mantles surmounted by their crests and armorial bearings, carry one far back into the days of chivalry. One stall arrested and held my atten tion — that of the Earl of Beaconsfield. When I was not gazing at Gladstone's face, I was moralizing upon the last Knight of the Garter, w^hose flag still floats above the stall. Disraeli won the blue ribbon about as worthily as raost men, and by much the same raeans — he flattered the monarch. But there is this to. be said of him : he had brains and made himself. What a commentary upon pride of birth, the flag of the poor Uterary adventurer floating beside that BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. ^2, of my lord duke's ! It pleased me much to see it. How that man must have chuckled as he bowed his way araong his dupes, from Her Majesty^ to Salis bury, and passed the radical extension of the suffrage that doomed hereditary privilege to speedy extinc tion. But where will imperialism get such another leader, after all ? It has not found him yet. " What is that up there ?" asked one of our party. " The royal box, miss." Were we really at the opera, then ? A royal box in church for the worship of God !_ Did you ever hear anything like that ! There is a roval staircase, too. Why not ? You would not have royalty on an equaUty with us, would you, even if we are all alike miserable sinners and engaged in the worship of that God who is no respecter of persons. " Well, I think this is awful," said one of the party. " I don't beUeve the good Queen would go to church in this way, if she only thought of it. Our President and family have their pew just .like the rest of us." Our EngUsh members were equally- surprised that the American should see anything shocking in the practice, and the ladies fought out the matter between theraselves, the Americans insist ing that the Queen should attend worship as other poor sinners do, since all are equal in God's eyes ; and the English saying Uttle, but evidentl3' harboring the idea that even in heaven special accomraodations would probably be found reserved for royalty, with maybe a special staircase to ascend by. Early edu cation and inherited tendencies account for much. The staircase question led to the story Ihat the Marquis of Lorne was not allowed to enter sorae 64 OUR COACHING TRIP. performance by the same stair with his wife. The American was up at this. " If I had a husband, and he couldn't come with me, I wouldn't go." This made an end of the discussion, for the English young lady's eyes told plainly of her secret vow that wher ever she went must go too. All were agreed on this point ; but on the general question it was a drawn battle, the one side declaring that if they were men they would not have a princess for a wife under any circurastances, and the other insisting that, if they were princesses, they would not have anybody but a prince for a husband. Monday was another thoroughly English day. The silver Tharaes glistened in the sun. The castle towered in all its majesty, vivified by the meteor flag which fluttered in the breeze. The grounds of Eton were crowded with nice-looking English boys as we passed. Many of us walked down the steep hill and far into the country in advance of the coach, and felt once more that a fine day in the south of England was perfection indeed. The sun here re minds one of the cup that cheers, but does not ine briate : its rays cheer, but never scorch. You could not tell whether, if there were to be any change, you would prefer it to be a shade cooler or a shade warmer. Stoke Pogis is a few miles out of our direct road, but who would raiss that, even were the detour double what the ordnance survey makes it. Besides, had not Miss Whitfield, a stay-at-home, told us that one of the happiest days of her life was that spent in making a pilgrimage to the shrine of the poet. Gray's was the first shrine at w^hich we stopped to BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 65 worship, and the beauty, the stillness, the peace of that low, quaint, ivy-covered church, and its old- fashioned graveyard, sank into our hearts. Surely no one could revive memories more sweetly English than he who gave us the Elegy. Some lines, and even verses of that gem, will endu're, it may safely be pre dicted, as long as anything English does, and that is saying rauch. We found just such a churchyard as seemed suited to the ode. Gray is fortunate in his resting-place. Earth has no prettier, calmer spot to give her child than this. It is the very ideal God's acre. The Uttle church too is perfect. How fine is Gray's inscription upon his mother's torab ! I avoid ceraeteries whenever possible, but this seeraed raore like a place where one revisits those he has once known than that where, alas ! he raust mourn those lost forever. Gray's voice — the voice of one that is still, even the touch of the vanished hand, these seemed to be found there, for after our visit the poet was closer to me than he had ever been before. It is not thus with such as we have known and loved in the flesh — their graves let us silently avoid. He whom you seek is not here ; but the great dead whom we have known only through their souls do come closer to us as we stand over their graves. The flesh we have known has become spiritualized ; the spirits we have known becorae in a raeasure materi alized, and I felt I had a firmer hold upon Gray from having stood over his dust. Here is the inscription he put upon his raother's grave : " Dorothy Gray. The careful, tender mother of many children, one of whom alone had the misfortune to survive her." 66 OUR COACHING TRIP. The touch in the last words, " the misfortune to survive her !"— Carlyle's words upon his wife's tomb recur to me : " And he feels that the light of his life has gone out." These were men wailing for women. I cannot believe but that there are many women who would prefer to share the fate of men who die. There is such love on earth. Sujatas are not confined to India. As she says : " But if Death called Senani, I should mount The pile and lay that dear head in my lap. My daily way, rejoicing when the torch Lit the quick flame and rolled the choking smoke. For it is written, if an Indian wife Die so, her love shall give her husband's soul For every hair upon her hejd, a crore Of years in Swerza. " I think I know women who would esteem it a mercy to be allowed to pass away with him, if the Eternal had not set his " canon 'gainst self-slaugh ter." This prohibition the Indian wots not of. Upon Gra3''s own tomb there is inscribed : " One morn I missed him on the accustomed hill. Along the heath, and near his favorite tree ; Another came, nor yet beside the rill. Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he." One perfect gem outweighs a thousand mediocre performances and makes its creator immortal. The world has not a second Gray's Elegy among all its treasures. Nor is it Ukel3- to have. We found you still in your accustomed place. Our luncheon was to be upon the banks of the BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 67 Thames to-day, the old Swan Inn, where the stone bridge crosses the stream, being our base of sup plies ; but ere this was reached what a lovely picture was ours between Stoke Pogis and the Swan ! All that has been sung or written about the valley of the Thames is found to be more than deserved. The silver stream flows gently through the valley, the fertile land risej gradually on both sides, enabling us to get extensive views from the top of the coach. Our road lies over tolerably high ground some dis tance from the river. Such perfect quiet, horaelike, luxuriant beauty is to be seen nowhere but in Eng land. It is not possible for the elements to be com bined to produce a raore pleasing picture ; and now, after seeing all else between Brighton and Inverness that lay upon our' line, we return to the region of Streatle3^ and Maple Durhara, and award thera the palm as the finest thoroughly English landscape. We say to the valley of the Thames what the Eastern poet said to the Vale ot Cashmere, which is not'half so pretty : " If there be a paradise upon earth, It is here, it is here." The old Swan proved to be, both in structure and location, a fit component part of the sylvan scene around. There ran the Thames in limpid purity, a picturesque stone bridge overhanging it, and the roadside inn within a few yards of the grassy bank. The rugs were laid under a chestnut tree, and our first picnic luncheon spread on the buttercups and daisies. Swallows skimmed the water, bees hummed above us — but stop ! listen ! what's that, and where ? 68 OUR COACHING TRIP. Our first skylark singing at heaven's gate ! Davie and Ben and Jeannie and Alice, and all who heard this never-to-be-forgotten song for the first time were up and on their feet in an instant ; but the tiny songster which was then filling the azure vault with music was nowhere to be seen. It's worth an Atlan tic voyage to hear a skylark for the first tirae. Even luncheon was neglected for a time,, hungry as we were, that we might if possible catch a glimpse of the warbler. The flood of song poured forth as we stood rapt awaiting the descent of the messenger from heaven. At last a small black speck came into sight. He is so little to see — so great to hear ! I know three fine things about the famous song ster : In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun. O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run. Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun." An " unbodied joy"! that's a hit, surely ! Here is Browning on the thrush, which I think should be to the lark : He sings each song twice over. Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture." The third is just thrown in by the prodigal hand of genius in a poem not to a lark but to a daisy : " Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' speckl'd breast, When upward springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east. ' ' BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 69 And now I remember Shakespeare has his say too about the lark — w^hat is it in England he has not his sa3' about ? or in all the world for that matter ; and how much and how many things has he rendered it t'ne highest wisdom for man to keep silent about after he has said his say, holding their peace forever. A row upon the silver Thames after luncheon, and we are off again for Reading, where we are to rest over night at the Queen's. Reading has a pretty, new park and interesting ruins within its boundaries which we visited before dinner. A pretty lawn in the rear of our hotel gave us an op portunity for a game at lawn tennis in the twilight after dinner, and in the morning we were off for Ox ford. The editorial in the Reading paper that raorning upon eraigration struck me as going to the root of the raatter. Here is the concluding paragraph : " Already the expanding and prospering indus tries of the New World are throwing an ominous shadow across the Old World and are affecting some ot its habits and practices. But over and above and beyond all these, the free thought, the liberty of action, the calra independence and the sense of the dignity of man as man, and the perfect equaUty of all before the law and in the eye of the .constitution now existing in America, are developing a race of men who, through correspondence with horae relations, the intercourse of free travel, the transaction of business, and the free, outspoken lan guage of the press, are gradually disintegrating the yet strong conservative forces of European society, and thus preparing the downfall of the monarchical. 70 OUR COACHING TRIP. aristocratic, railitary, and ecclesiastic systems which shackle and strangle the people of the Old World. These thoughts seem to me to convey the meaning of the great exodus now going on, and he is a wise statesman who reads the lesson aright. There's a man after my own heart. He grasps the subject. The editor tells one of the several causes of the exodus which is embracing many of the most valuable citizens of the old lands where class dis tinctions still linger. Man longs not only to be free but to be equal, if he has much manhood in him ; and that Araerica is the home for such men, num bers of the best are fast finding out. But England will soon march forward ; she is not going to rest behind very long. There will soon be no political advantages here over England for the masses. Sorae of us walked ahead of the coach for several miles, and I had a chat with a raan whora v/e met. He was a rough carpenter and his wages were sixteen shil lings per week ($4). A laborer gets eleven shillings (not $2.75), but sorae " good masters" pay thirteen to fourteen shilUngs ($3.25 to $3.50), and give their men four or five pounds of beef at Christmas. Food is bacon and tea, which are cheap— but no beef. Men's wages have not advanced much for many years (I should think not !), but women's have. An ordinary woman for field work can get one shilling per day (24 cents) ; a short time ago ninepence (18 cents) was the highest amount paid. Is it not cheering to find poor women getting an advance ? But think what their condition still is, when one shilUng per day is considered good pay ! 1 asked whether em- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. >]l ployers did not board the workers in addition to paying these wages, but he assured me they did not. This is Southern England and these are agri cultural laborers, but the wages seem distressingly low even as compared with British wages in general. The new system of education and the coming exten sion of the suffrage to the counties will soon work a change among these poor people. They will not rest content crowding each other down thus to a pittance when they can read and write and vote. Thank fortune for this. Our ladies were unusually gay in their decorations to-day, w'ith bunches of wild flowers on their breasts and hats crowned with poppies and roses. They decked mother out until she looked as if she were ready to play Ophelia. Their smiles too were as pretty as their flowers. What an embodied joy bright, happy ladies are under all conditions, and how absolutely essential for a coaching party ! Was it not Johnson's idea of happiness to drive in a gig with a pretty woman ? He wasn't rauch of a muff ! If anything could have kept him in good humor, this would have done it. If he could have been on top of a coach with a bevy of thera, not even he could have said a rude thing. Oxford was reached before the sun went down. Its towers were seen for miles — Magdalen, Baliol, Christ Church, and other familiar naraes. We cross the pretty little Isis, marvelling at every step, and drive up the High Street to the Clarendon. To-morrow is to be coraraencement day, and only a few rooms are to be had in the hotel, but we were distributed very comfortably among houses in the 72 OUR ¦ COACHING TRIP. neighborhood. Several hours before dinner were delightfully spent in a grand round of the colleges. We peeped ioto the great quads, walked the clois ters, and got into all kinds of queer old-fashioned places. But the stroll along the Isis, and past Mag dalen Tower, and up the long walk — that was the grand finish ! We pardon Wolsey his greed of getting, he was so princely in giving. To the raan who did so much for Oxford much may be forgiven. Oxford, June 21. This raorning was devoted to visiting the prin cipal colleges raore in detail, and also to the ascent of the tower of the Sheldonian Theatre, which no one should ever raiss doing. Below us lay^ the city of palaces, for such it seems, palaces of the right kind too — not for idle kings or princes to riot in, and corrupt society by their bad example, but for those who " scorn delights and live laborious days." Our Cambridge member, Mr. Beck, tells us it does not cost more than .^200 ($1000) per annum for a stu dent here. This seems very cheap. The tariff which we saw in one of the halls gave us a laugh : " Commons. Mutton, long, \\d. do. short, (^d. do. half, yd." The long and the hah we could understand, but how do they raanage the short ? This raust be a kind of medium portion for feUows whose appetites are only so-so. You see how fine things are cut even in Oxford. Our party thought if the students BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 73 were coaching there would be Uttle occasion for them to know anything of either short or half. At least we were all in for long commons at eleven pence. We drove past the martyrs' memorial, Latimer and Ridley's. Cranmer does not deserve to be named with them. A visit to such a monument always does me good, for it enables me to say to those who doubt the real advanceraent of raankind : Now look at this, and think for what these grand men were burnt ! Is it conceivable that good, sterling men shall ever again be called upon in England to die for opinion's sake ! That Cranmer wrote and advo cated the right and necessity of putting to death those who differed from him, and therefore that he met the fate he considered it right to mete to others, shows what all parties held in those dark days. I claim that the world has made a distinct and perma nent advance in this departraent which in no revolv ing circle of human affairs is ever to be lost. The persecution of the Rev. Mr. Green, of Professor Robertson Smith, and of Bishop Colenso in the pres ent day proves, no doubt, that there is much yet to be done ere we can be very proud of our progress ; but these are the worst of to-day's persecutions and could occur only in England and Scotland. There is a long gap between them and burning at the stake ! Grand old Latimer was prophetic when he called out to his coUeague : " Be of good comfort and play the man ; we shall this day Ught such a candle by God's grace as 1 trust shall never be put out!" I think it certain that the candle will never again 74 OUR COACHING TRIP. be put out. The bigots of to-day can only annoy in Britain. In other English-speaking communities even that power has passed away, and persecution for opinion's sake is unknown. We left Oxford with just a sprinkle of rain fall ing, but we had scarcely got fairly out of the city when it ceased and left the charming landscape love- Uer than ever. Banbury Cross was our destination, and on our route lay magnificent Blenheim, the estate given by the nation to the Duke of Marlbor ough. See what the nations do for the most suc cessful murderers of their fellows ! and how insignif icant have ever been the rewards of those who pre serve, improve, or discover — for a Marlborough or a Wellington a fortune, for a Howard or a VVilberfarce a pittance. It is only in heathen China that the statesraan, the man of letters, heads the Ust. No military officer, however successful as a destroyer, can ever reach the highest rank there, for with them the victories of peace are more renowmed than those of war ; that is reserved for the men who know — the Gladstones and the Disraelis, the Darwins and the Huxleys, the Arnolds and the Ruskins. It is only in civilized countries that the first honors are given to butchers. Blenheim is superb, grand, and broad enough to satisfy princely tastes. And that noble library ! As we walked through it we felt subdued as if in the presence of the gods of ages past, for a worthy col lection of great books ever breathes forth the influ ence of kings dead yet present, of " Those dead but sceptred sovereigns Whose spirits still rule us from their urns." BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 75 And to think that this library, in whose treasures we revelled, reverently taking one old tome after another in our hands, has since then ' been sold by auction ! Degenerate wretch ! but one descended from Marlborough can scarcely be called degen erate. You may not even be responsible for what seems like family dishonor ; some previous heir raay have rendered the sale necessary ; but the dispersion of such treasures as these raust surely open the eyes of good men in England to the folly of maintaining hereditary rank and privilege. Perhaps, however, the noble owner had no more use for his books than the lord whose library Burns was privileged to see, which showed no evidences of usage. The bard wrote in a volume of Shakespeare he took up : " Through and through the inspired leaves. Ye maggots, make your windings ; But oh ! respect his lordship's taste And spare his golden bindings." With many notable exceptions, the aristocracy of Britain took its rise from bad men who did the dirty work of miserable kings, and from women who were even worse than their lords. It seeras hastening to an end in a manner strictly in accordance with its birth. Even Englishmen will soon becorae satis fied that no raan should be born to honors, but that these should be reserved for those who raerit thera. But what kind of fruit could be expected from the tree of privilege ? Its roots lie in injustice, and not the least of its evils are those inflicted upon such as are born under its shadow. The young peer who succeeds in making somebody of himself does so OUR COACHING TRIP. in spite of a vicious system, and is entitled to infi nite praise ; but though our race is slow to learn, the people hear a wee bird singing these stirring days, and they begin to like the song. The days of rank are numbered. Banbury, June 22. ' Banbury Cross came into sight about five o'clock, and few of us were so far away in years or feeling from the days of childhood as not to remem.ber the nursery rhyme which was repeated as we drove past the Cross ; but it is an elaborate Gothic cross, look ing as new and modern as if Gilbert Scott had put the finishing touches to it but yesterday, and the charm was gone. I like new political institutions for my native land, but prefer the old historical struct ures. The besom of destruction should have spared Banbury Cross. I hope the old Cross has been put away in some museum or other safe place out of the weather. W^e must see about this on our next visit. Banbury has the celebrated works of my friend, Mr. Sarauelson, M.P. ; and before dinner I walked out to see them, and if possible to learn something of Mr. Samuelson's whereabouts. Upon returning to the hotel I found that he was at that raoraent occu pying the sitting-room adjoining ours. We had an evening's talk and compared notes as brother manu facturers. If England and America are drawing more closely together politically, it is also true that the manufacturers of the two countries have nearly the same probletns to settle. Mr.. Sarauelson was deep in railway discriminations and laboring with BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. ^J^ a parliamentary coraraission to effect changes, or rather, as he would put it, to obtain justice. I gave hira an account of our plans, our failures, and our successes, of which he took note. This much I am bound to say for my forraer colleagues upon this side (for before I reformed I was a railway manager), that the manufacturers of Britain have wrongs of which we know nothing here, though ours are bad enough. I add the last sentence lest Messrs. Vander- bilt, Roberts, Cassatt, and the Garretts (father and son), raight receive a wrong irapression frora the pre vious adraission ; for these are the gentlemen upon whom our fortunes hang. Banbury is a very pretty, clean, well-to-do town, and evidently prosperous, but our ladies have the removal of the old Cross down in their note-books as a serious charge against its reverence ; for what raakes Banbury a household word in every nur sery ? There is rauch discussion this raorning as to the best route to take, there is so much tp tempt us on either of several ways. Shall we go by Comp ton Verney (there is a pretty English name for you), Wellesbourn, and Hastings ? or shall we take our way through Brougliton Castle, Tadmar- ton, Scoalcliffe, Compton Wynyate, and Oxhill ? In one way Wroxton Abbey, one of the real genuine baronial abbeys, if one may say so, and Edgehill. Surely no good Republican would miss that ! But on the other route we shall see the stronghold of Lord Saye and Sele, older yet than Wroxton, and Comp ton Wynyate, older, and finer than all — "a noble wreck in ruinous perfection," and a third route still 78 OUR COACHING TRIP. finer than either as far as scen,ery is concerned. Such is this treasure house, this crowded grand old England, whose every mile boasts such attractions to win our love. " Look where we ma)', we cannot err In this delicious region — change of place Producing change of beauty — ever new." We chose the first route, and whatever the others might have proved we are satisfied, for it is unanimousl3' decided that in Wroxton Abbey we have seen our most interesting structure. It is early English indeed ! Blenheim and Windsor are larger, but not for a dozen of either would we exchange this grand old abbey. We revelled in its quaint irreg ular chambers. Jaraes the First slept in that bed, George the Fourth in that ; this quilt is the work of Mary Queen of Scots — there is her name ; Queen Elizabeth occupied this charaber upon her royal progress, and King William this. Then the genuine old pictures, although in this departraent Blenheim stands unrivalled. Marlborough knew the adage that "to the victor belongs the spoils," and acted upon it too, for he had rare opportunities abroad to gather treasures. But for a realization of your most picturesque ideal of a great old English house, betake yourselves to Wroxton Abbey. Its little chapel, rich in very old oak carving, is in itself worth a journey to see. We Umched off deal tables and drank home brewed ale in the tap-room of the Holcroft Inn, a queer old place, but we had a jolly time araid every kind of thing that carried us back to the England of BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 79 past centuries. Beyond Holcroft w^e came suddenly upon the grandest and most extensive view by far that had 3'et rejoiced us. We were roUing along absorbed in deep admiration of the fertile land which spread out before us on both sides of the road, and extolling the never-ceasing peacefulness and quiet charm of England, when, on passing through a cut, a wide and varied panorama lay stretched at our feet. A dozen picturesque villages and hamlets were in sight, and by the aid of our field-glass a dozen more were brought within range. The spires of the churches, the poplars, the hedgerows, the woods, the gently undulating land apparently 'giving forth its luxuriant harvest with such ease and pleasure, all these made up such a picture as we could not leave. We ordered the coach to go on and wait at the foot of the hill until we had feasted ourselves with the view. We lay upon the face of the hill and gazed on Arcadia smiling below. Very soon some of the neighboring residents came, for one is never long without human company in crowded England ; and we found that we were indeed upon sacred ground. This was Edgehill. Shade of Cromwell ! was it here you showed what man can do for a great cause when moved to take up arms, not for hire nor for fame, but for duty, stern goddess ! True volunteers versus regulars. As sturdy Republicans, we lingered long upon this spot. Will you lay "violent hands upon the Lord's anointed?" " I'll anoint ye !" says he, and then, I take it, was settled forthe future the " divine right of kings" theory ; for since then these curious appendages of a free state have been kept for show. So OUR COACHING TRIP. and we hear nothing any more of the " divinity which doth hedge a king." Sorae one of the party re marked that we had not seen a statue or even a pict ure of England's great Protector. I told them a wise man once said that the reason Cromwell's statue was not put among those of the other rulers of England at Westminster was because he would dwarf them. But his day is coming. We shall have hira there in his proper place by and by, and how small heredi tary rulers will seem beside him*! Booth raay not be great in anything, as some think, but 1 do not know his equal in "Richelieu ;" and in one scene in particular he has always seemed to me at his very best. The king sits with his new minister Baradas in attendance at his side. Riche lieu reclines upon a sofa exhausted while his secre taries " deUver up the papers of a realm." A secre tary is on his knee presenting papers. Fie says : "The affairs of England, Sire, most urgent. Charles The First has lost a battle that decides One half his realm — craves moneys. Sire, and succor. King. He shall have both. Eh, Baradas ? Baradas. i Yes, Sire. Richelieu. (^Feebly, but with great distinctness.) My liege — Forgive me — Charles's cause is lost. A man. Named Cromwell, risen — a great man — " That is enough, a great man settles things ; a small one nibbles away at petty reforms, although he knows nothing is settled thereby, and that the question is only pushed ahead for the time to break out again directly. English politicians are mostly nibblers, though Gladstone can take a good bite when put to it. Our route lay through Warwick and Leaming- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 8 1 ton. The view of the castle frora the bridge is, I believe, the best of its kind in England. "From turret to foundation stone" it is all perfect. The very entrance tells of the good old days. As we pass beneath the archway, over the drawbridge, and under the portcullis, it all comes back to us. " Up drawbridge, grooms ! What, Warder, ho ! Let the portcullis fall ! To pass there vfas such scanty room The bars descending razed his plume.'' Warwick, the kingmaker ! This was his castle. His quarrel with the king was one of our most tak ing recitations. I was considered great in this. " Know this, the man who injured Warwick Never passed uninjured yet." He found that out, did he not, my lord of the ragged staff ! The view frora the great hall looking on the river below is fixed in my mind. Don't miss it ; and surely he who will climb to the top of Guy's Tower will have cause for thankfulness for many a year thereafter. You get a look at more of England there than is generally possible. I syrapathize with Ruskin in his rage at the attempt to raise funds by subscription to mend the ravages of a recent fire in the castle. A Warwick in the rdle of a BeUsarius begging for an obolus ! If the kingmaker could look upon this ! But historical names are now often trailed in the dust in England. Driving through Leamington we reached Kenil- worth Castle for luncheon, to which we had looked forward .for several days. Alas ! the keeper in- 82 OUR COACHING TRIP. formed us that no pic-nic parties are admitted since the grounds have been put into such excellent order by the kind Earl Clarendon (for which thanks, good earl). But he was a man of some discrimination, this custodian of the ruins, and when he saw our four-in-hand and learned who we were — Araericans ! Brighton to Inverness ! — he made us an excep tion to the rule, of which 1 trust his lordship will approve, if he ever hears. We had one of our happiest luncheons beneath the walls under a large hawthorn tree, which we decided was the very place where the enraged Queen Bess discovered dear Amy Robsart on that memorable night. A thousand memories cluster round this ruin ; but what should we have known of it had not the great magician touched with his wand this dead mass of stone and lirae and conferred immortality upon the actors and their revels. To do things is not one half the battle in this world. Carlyde is all wa'ong about this. To be able to tell the world what you have done, that is the greater accomplishment ! Ceesar is the greatest man of the swotd because he was in his day the greatest man of the pen. Had he known how to fight only, tradition would have handed down his narae for a few generations with a tolerably correct account of his achievements ; but now every school-boy fights over again his battles and sur mounts the difficulties he surmounted, and so his fame goes on increasing forever. What a raan says too often outUves what he does, even when he does great things. General Grant's fame is not to rest upon the fact that he was successful in kilUng his fellow-citizens in a pi vii war. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 83 all traces of which Araerica wishes to obliterate, but upon the words he said now and then. His " Push things !" will influence Americans when Vicksburg shall be forgotten. " I propose to fight it out on this line" will be part of the language when few will remeraber when it was spoken ; and " Let us have peace" is Grant's raost lasting monument. Truly, both the pen and the tongue are mightier than the sword 1 This day was very warm, even for Americans, and after luncheon we became a lazy, sleepy party. I have a distinct recollection of an upward and then a downward movement which awoke me suddenly. One after another of the party, caught asleep on a rug, was treated to a tossing amid screams of laugh ter. We were all very drowsy, but a fresh breeze arose as the sun declined, and remounting the coach late in the afternoon we had a charming drive to Stratford-on-Avon. , Stratford-on-Avon, June 23. Our resting-place was the Red Horse Inn, of which Washington Irving has written so delightful ly. One can hardly say that he comes into Shake speare's country, for one is always there, so deeply and widely has his influence reached. We live in his land always ; but, as we approached the quiet Uttle village where he appeared on earth, we could not help speculating upon the causes which pro duced the prodigy. One almost expects nature her self to present a different aspect to enable us to ac count in some measure for the apparition of a being so far beyond all others ; but it is not so — we see 84 OUR COACHING TRIP. only the quiet beauty which characterizes almost every part of England. His sweet sonnets seem the natural outbirth of the land. Where met he the ge nius of tragedy, think you ! Surely not on the culti vated banks of the gentle Avon, where all is so tame. But as Shakespeare resembled other burgh ers of Stratford so rauch, not showing upon the sur face that he was that " largest son of time Who wandering sang to a listening world," our search for external conditions as to his environ- raent need not be continued. Ordinary laws are in applicable — he was a law unto himself. How or why Shakespeare was Shakespeare will be settled when there shall be few problems of the race left to settle. It is well that he lies on the banks of the Avon, for that requires us to make a special visit to his shrine to worship him. His mighty shade alone fills the mind. True monotheists are we all who raake the pilgrimage to Stratford. I have been there often, but I am always awed into silence as I ap proach the church ; and when I stand beside the ashes of Shakespeare I cannot repress stern, gloomy thoughts, and ask why so potent a force is now but a little dust. The inexplicable waste of nature, a mill ion born that one raay live, seems nothing compared to this — the brain of a god doing its work one day and food for worms the next ! No wonder, George Eliot, that this was ever the weight that lay upon your heart aird troubled you so^! A cheery voice behind me. " What is the matter ? Are you ill ? You look as if you hadn't a friend in BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 85 the world!" Thanks, gentle remerabrancer. This is no time for the chief to forget himself. We are not out for lessons or for raoralizing. Things are and shall be " altogether lovely." One raust often laugh if one would not cry. Here is a funny conceit. A worthy draper in the town has recently put an upright stone at the head of his wife's grave, with an inscription setting forth the dates of her birth and death, and beneath it the following verse : "For the Lord has done great things for us, whereof we are exceeding glad." The wretch ! One of the wives of our party de clared that she could not like a man who could think at such a crisis of such a verse, no matter how he raeant it. She was confident that he was one of those terribly -resigned kind of raen who will find that the Lord has done great things for hira in the shape of a second helpraeet within two years. This led to a search for other inscriptions. Here is one which struck our fancy : " Under these ashes lies one close confined, Who was to all both affable and kind ; A neighbor good, extensive to ye poor, Her soul we hope's at rest forevermore." This was discussed and considered to go rather too far. Good Swedenborgians still dispute about the body"'s rising again, and make a great point of that, as showing their superior wisdom ; but this good friend seems to bespeak rest forever for the soul. One of us spoke of having lately seen a very reraarkable collection of passages from Scripture 86 OUR COACHING TRIP. which seeraed to permit the hope that all for whom a kind father has nothing better in store than per petual torture will kindly be permitted to rest. One of the passages in question was : " For the wicked shall perish everlastingly." The question was re mitted to the theologians of our party^, with instruc tions to give it prayerful consideration a;id report. If there be scriptural warrant for the belief, I wish to embrace it at once. Meanwhile I am not going to be sure that any poor miserable sinner is to be disturbed when after "-life's fitful fever he sleeps well" on the tender, forgiving bosom of mother earth, unless he can be finally fitted for as good or a better life than this. Therefore, good Emma and Ella and the rest who are staunch dogmatists, be very careful how you report, for it is a fearful thing to charge our Creator unjustly with decreeing ever lasting torture even to the worst offender into whora he has breathed the breath of life. Refrain, if pos sible, " Under this conjuration speak ; For we will hear, note, and believe in heart That what you speak is in your conscience washed As pure as sin with baptism." I have not yet been favored with the report asked for, and therefore the question rests. We had one of the loveUest mornings iraaginable for leaving Stratford. Many had assembled to see the start, and our horn sounded several parting blasts as we crossed the bridge and rode out of the- town. Our destination was Coventry, twenty-two miles away, and the route lay through Charlecote Park and Hampton Lucy. This was one of the most BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 87 perfect of all our days. The deer in hundreds gazed on us as we passed. There were some noble stags in the herd, the finest w^e had seen in England,, and Charlecote House was the best specimen of an EUza- bethan mansion. It was for poaching in this very park that Shakespeare was fined by Squire Lucy (Justice Shallow). He probably wanted a taste of venison which was denied him. The descendant of that squire, ray gentle Shakespeare, v.^ould give you the entire herd for another speech to " the poor sequestered stag," which you could dash off — no, you never dashed off anything;- create ? no ; evolved ? that's nearer it ; distilled — there we have it — distilled as the pearls of dew are distilled by nature's sweet influences unknown to raan. He would exchange Charlecote estate, raan, for another Hamlet or Macbeth, or Lear or Othello, and the world would buy it from hira for double the cost of all his broad acres, and esteem itself indebted to him forever. The really precious things of this world are its books. The drive from Warwick to Leamington is fa mous, but not comparable to that between Learaing ton and Coventry. Nowhere else can be found such an avenue of stately trees ; for raany miles a strip about two hundred feet wide on both sides of the road is wooded. In passing through this plantation raany a time did we bless the good, kind, thoughtful soul who generations ago laid posterity under so great an obligation. Dead and gone, his name known to the local antiquary and appreciated by a few of the district, but never heard of beyond it. " So shines a good deed in a naughty world." Re- 88 OUR COACHING TRIP. ceive the warra thanks and God bless you of pil grims frora a land, now containing the raajority of the English-speaking races, which was not even born when you planted these stately trees. Americans come to bless your raemory ; for what says Sujata : " For holy books teach when a man shall plant Trees for the travellers' shade, and dig a well For the folks' comfort, and beget a son. It shall be good for such after their death." Who shall doubt that it is well with the dear, kind soul who planted the thousand trees which de lighted us this day, nodding their graceful boughs in genial welcome to the strangers and forming a triuraphal arch in their honor ! , Coventry, June 24. Coventry in these days has a greater than Go- diva. George Eliot stands alone araong woraen ; no second near that throne. We visited the little school-room where she learnt her first lessons ; but more than that, the Mayor, who kindly conducted us through the city, introduced us to a man who had been her teacher. " 1 knew the strange little thing well," he said. A proud privilege indeed ! I would have given much to know George Eliot, for many reasons. I heard with something akin to fel lowship that she longed to be at every symphony, oratorio, or concert of classical rausic, and rarely was that strong, brooding face missed at such feasts. Indeed it was through attending one of these that she caught the cold which terminated fatally. Music was a passion with her, as she found in it calm and peace for the troubled soul tossed and tried by the BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 89 sad, sad things of life. I understand this. A friend told me that a lady friend of hers, who was staying at the hotel in Florence where George Eliot was, made her acquaintance casually without knowing her narae. Soraething, she knew not what, attracted her to her, and after a few days she began sending flow ers to the strange woman. Completely fascinated, she went almost daily for hours to sit with her. This continued for many days, the lady using the utmost freedora, and not without feeling that the at tention was pleasing to the queer, plain, and unpre tending Englishworaan. One day she discovered by chance who her companion really was. Never be fore, as she said, had she felt such mortification. She went timidly to George Eliot's roora and took her hand in hers, but shrank back unable to speak, while the tears rolled down her cheeks. " What is wrong ?" was asked, and then the explanation carae. " I didn't know who you were. I never suspected it was you !" Then came George Eliot's turn to be embarrassed. " You did not know I was George Eliot, but you were drawn to plain me all for my own self, a woman ? I ara so happy." She kissed the American lady tenderly, and the true friendship thus formed knew no end, but ripened to the close. The finest thing not in her works that 1 know this genius to have said is this : Standing one day leaning upon the mantel she remarked : " I can im agine the coraing of a day when the effort to relieve human beings in distress will be as involuntary upon the part of the beholder as to clasp this mantel would be this raoment on my part were I about to faU." There's an ideal for you ! Christ might have said that. 90 OUR COACHING TRIP. One thing more about our heroine, and a grand thing, said by Colonel IngersoU. " In the court of her own. conscience she sat pure as light, stainless as a star." I believe that, my dear Colonel. Why can you not give the world such gems as you are capable of, and let us alone about future things, con cerning which you know no more than the new-born babe ? There is a good guide-book for Coventry, and there's much to tell about that city. It was once the ecclesiastical centre of England. Parliaments have sat there and great things have been done in Coventry. Many curious and valuable papers are seen in the hall. There is the order of Queen Elizabeth to her truly and well-beloved Mayor of Coventry, direct ing him to assist Earls Huntingdon and Shrewsbury in good charge of Mary Queen of Scots. There is a mace given by Cromwell to the corporation. You see that ruler of men could bestow maces as well as order his troopers to " take away that bauble" when • the commonwealth required nursing. These and many more rare treasures are kept in an old build ing which is not fire-proof — a clear tempting of Prov idence. If I ever become so great a man as a councillor of Coventry, my maiden speech shall be upon the enormity of this offence. A councillor who carried a vote for a fire-proof building should some day reach the mayorship. This is a hint to our friends there. The land question still troubles England, but even in EUzabeth's tirae it was thought not unconsti tutional to fix rents arbitrarily. Here lies an edict of Her Majesty good Queen Bess, fixing the rates BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 91 for pasturage on the commons near Coventry : " For one cow per week, one penny ; for one horse, two pence." Our agriculturists should take this for a basis, a Queen EUzabeth valuation ! I suppose some expert or other could figure the "fair rent" for anything, if given this basis to start upon. The churches are very fine, the stained-glass win dows excelling in some respects any we haye seen, the amount of it is so rauch greater. The entire end of one of the cathedral churches is filled by three iraraense windows reaching from floor to roof, the effect of which is very grand. The choir of this church is not in line with the other portion of the building. In reply to my inquiry why this was so, the guide boldly assured us, with a look of surprise at our ignorance, that all cathedrals are so con structed, and that the crooked-choir symbolizes the head of Christ, which is always represented leaning to one side of the cross. The idea made me shiver; 1 felt as if I should never be able to walk up the aisle of a cathedral again without an unpleasant sensation. Thanks to a clear-headed, thorough-going young lady, who "just didn't believe it," we soon got at the truth about cathedrals, for she proved that they are everywhere built on straight lines. This guide fitly illustrates the danger of good men staying at home in their little island. His cathedral is crooked, and therefore all others are or should be so. Very EngUsh this, very. There are raany things still crooked in the dear old tight little isle which other lands have straightened out long ago, or rather never built crooked. Hurry up, you leader of nations in generations past ! It's not your role in 92 OUR COACHING TRIP. the world to lag behind ; at least it has not been till lately, when others have " bettered your instruc tion." Come along, England, you are not done for ; only stir yourself, and the lead is still yours. The guide was a theological student, and therefore could not be expected to have much general knowledge, but he surely should have known soraething about cathedrals. It rained at Coventry during breakfast, and friend Grahara ventured to suggest that perhaps sorae of the ladies might prefer going by rail to Birmingham and join the coach there at luncheon ; but " He did not know the stuff Of our gallent crew, so tough. On board the Charioteer O." Fie was " morally sat upon," as Lucy says. Not a lady but indignantly repelled the suggestion. Even Mrs. Graham, a bride, and naturally soraewhat in awe of her husband yet, went so far as to say " Tom is queer this morning." Waterproofs and umbrellas to the front, we sal lied forth from the courtyard of the Queen's in a drenching down-pour. " But what care we how wet we be. By the coach we'll live or die." That was the sentiment which animated our breasts. For my part 1 was very favorably situated, and I held my umbrella very low to shield my fair charge the better. Of course I greatly enjoyed the first few miles tinder such conditions. My young lady broke into song, and I thought I caught the BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 93 sense of the words, w^hich I fondly imagined was soraething like this : " For if you are under an umbrella With a very handsome fellow. It cannot matter much what the weather may be." I asked if I had caught the words correctly, but she archly insinuated there was soraething in the second line that wasn't quite correct. I think, though, she was only in fun ; the words were quite right, only her eyes seemed to wander in the direc tion of young Bantock. None of the ladies would go inside, so Joe had the compartraent all to himself, and no doubt smiled at the good joke as we bowled along. Joe was dry inside, and Perry, though outside, was just the same ere we found an inn. This recalled the story - of the coachman and the Oxford Don, when the . latter expressed his sympathy at the condition of the former; so sorry he was so wet. " Wouldn't mind being so wet, your honor, if I weren't so dry." But I think Robert Pitcairn's story almost as good as that. A Don tried to explain to the coachman the opera tion of the telegraph as they drove along. " They take a glass about the size of an ordinary tumbler, and this they fill with a liquid resembling — ah — like — ah — " " Anything like beer, your honor, for in stance ?" If Jehu didn't get his complimentary glass at the next halt, that Don was a muff. The rain ceased, as usual, before we had gone far, and we had a clear dry run until luncheon. We see the Black Country now, ro'vVS of little dingy houses beyond, with tall smoky chimneys vomiting smoke, 7 94 OUR COACHING TRIP. mills and factories at every turn, coal pits and roU ing mills and blast furnaces, the very bottomless pit itself ; and suth dirty, careworn children, hard-driven men, and squaUd women. To think of the green lanes, the larks, the Arcadia we have just left. How can people be got to Uve such terrible Uves as they seera condemned to here ? Why do they not all run away to the green fields just beyond ? Pretty rural Coventry suburbs in the morning and Birmingham at noon ; the Ughts and shadows of huraan existence can rarely be brought into sharper contrast. If " Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay," surely better a month in Learaington than life's span in the Black Country ! But do not let us forget that it is just Pittsburgh over again ; nay, not even quite , so bad, for that city bears the palra for dirt against the world. The fact is, however, that life in such places seeras attractive to those born to rural Ufe, and large sraoky cities drain the country ; but surely this may be safely attributed to necessity. With freedom to choose, one would think the rush would be the other wa3'. The working classes in England do not work so hard or so unceasingly as do their fel lows in America. They have ten holidays to the American's one. Neither does their climate entail such a strain upon men as ours does. I remember after Vandy and I had gone round the world and were walking Pittsburgh streets, we decided that the Americans were the saddest-looking race we had seen. Life is so terribl3' earnest here. Ambition spurs us all on, from him who handles the spade to him who emplo3'S thousands. We know BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 95 no rest. It is different in the older lands — men rest oftener and enjoy more of what life has to give. The young Republic has some things to teach the parent land, but the elder has an important lesson to teach the younger in this respect. In this world we must learn not to lay up our treasures, but to enjoy them day by day as w^e travel the path we never re turn to. If we fail in this we shall find when we do come to the days of leisure that we have lost the taste for and the capacity to enjoy them. There are so many unfortunates cursed with plenty to re tire upon, but with nothing to retire to ! Sound wisdora that school-boy displayed v/ho did not " believe -in putting away for to-raorrow the cake he could eat to-day." It might not be fresh on the morrow, or the cat might steal it. The cat steals many a choice bit frora Araericans intended for the morrow. Among the saddest of all spectacles to me is that of an elderly man occupying his last years grasping for more dollars. " The richest man in Araerica sailing suddenly for Europe to escape busi ness cares," said a wise Scotch gentieraan to rae, one raorning, as he glanced over the Times at break fast. Make a note of that, my enterprising friends. We spent the afternoon in Birmingham, and en joyed a great treat in the Town Hall, in which there is one of the best organs of the world. It is played every Saturday by an eminent musician, adraission free. This is one of the little — no, one of the great — things done for the masses in many cities in England, the afternoon of Saturday being kept as a holiday everywhere. Here is the programme for Saturday, June 25th: "^oxmx glall Origan l^^jcitaL BY MR. STIMPSON. From 3 till 4 O'clock. ^rocframm^ far Ifun^ 25, ISSl : I. Overture to A Midsum?7ier Nighfs Dream., Mendelssohn. (It vi'ill only be necessary to state this descriptive Overture was written in Berlin, August 6, 1826. Shakespere and Mendelssohn must have been kindred spirits, for surely no more poetic in spiration ever came from the pen of any musical composer than the Overture of the great German master.) 2, Romanza, - Haydn, {This charming Movement is taken from the Symphony which Haydn wrote in 1786, for Paris, entitled " La Reine de France," and has been arranged for the organ by Mr. Best, of Liverpool.) J. Offertoire, in F major. Batiste. (All the works of the French masters, Wely, Batiste, Guilmant, and Saint-Saens, if not severely classical, have a certain graCe and charm which make them acceptable to even the most prejudiced admirers of the ancient masters ; and this Offertoire of Batiste is one of the most popular of his compositions.) 4. Fugue in G minor, - y. S. Bach. (It may interest connoisseurs to know this grand Fugue was .selected by the Umpires for the trial of skill when the present Organist of the Town Hall was elected.) 5. Jaglied {Hunting Song), Schumann. 6. Selection from the Opera '-'Martha,'' Flotow. (The Opera from which this selection is taken was written in Vienna, in 1847, and, in conjunction with "Stradella," at once stamped the name of the author as one of the most popular of the dra matic composers of the present day.) 7. Dead March in Saul, Handel. Kn SWrmottam, Sir Sosfalj ifWasoiu ?-•¦• |)itrc ®nc C)alfpcnu|). •?* . The next Free Organ Recital will be given on July 2d, AT THREE O'CLOCK. A HISTORY OF THE TOWN HALL ORGAN (a New Edition Revised and Enlarged), by Mr. STIMPSON, Is now ready, and may be had in the Town Hall, and at the Midland Educational Co. s Warehouse, New Street. ' NOTICE.— A box will be placed at each door to receive contributions, to defray the expenses of these Recitals. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 97 Miss Johns said she had never before heard an organ so grandly played, and she knows. The man agement of the left hand in the fugue she declared wonderful. It is best to give the best for the masses, even in music, the highest of our gifts. John Bright has made most of his speeches in this hall, but it is no longer large enough for the Liberal demonstra tions, and a much larger structure has been erected. The eleven miles between Birmingham and Wol verhampton are nothing but one vast iron-work ing, coal -mining establishment. There is scarcely a bla'de of grass of any kind to be seen, and not one real clean pure blade did we observe during the journey. It was Saturday afternoon and the mills were all idle, and the operatives thronged the villages through which we drove. O mills and furnaces and coal-pits and all the rest of you, you may be necessary, but you are no bonnie ! Pittsbufghers though many of us were, inured to smoke and dirt, we felt the change -very deeply from the hedgerows, the green pastures, the wild flowers and pretty clean cottages, and voted the district " horrid." Wolver hampton's steeples soon came into sight, and we who had been there and could conjure up dear, honest, kindly faces waiting to welcome us with warm hearts, were quite restored to our usual spirits, notwithstand ing dirt and squalor. The sun of a warm welcome from friends gives many clouds a silver lining, and it did make the black country brighter. The coach and horses, and Joe and Perry, not to mention our generalissimo Graham, belong to Wolverhampton, as you know, and our arrival had been looked for by many. The crowd was quite dense in the principal 98 OUR COACHING TRIP. street as we drove through. One delegation after another was left at friends' houses, the Charioteers having been billeted upon the connection ; and here for the first time we were to, enjoy a respite. Wolverhampton, June ?5-30. We were honored by an entertainment at his Honor the Mayor's. As usual on fine days in Eng land, the attractions of the mansion (and they are not small in this case) gave place to open-air enjoyments on the lawn — the game, the race, the stroll, and all the rest of the sports which charm us in this climate. The race across the lawn was far better fun than the Derby, but our gentlemen must go into strict train ing before they challenge those English girls again. It is some consolation that Iroquois has since vindi cated the glory of the Republic, W& coached one day about fourteen miles to Apley House, and had a joyous picnic day with our friends Mr. and Mrs. Sing, of Newton. The party numbered seventy odd, great and small. That day the Charioteers agreed should be marked as a red- letter day in their annals, for surely never was a day's excursion productive of more enjoyment to all of us. There are few, if any, prettier views in Eng land than that from the terrace at Apley House. The Vale of Severn deserves its reputation. We had a trip on the river for several miles from Bridgenorth to the grounds as part of the day's pleasure. How very small England's great rivers are ! I remember how deeply hurt Mr. Franks was when his Yankee nephew (H. P. Jr., Our Pard) visited BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 99 him for the first time, and was showm the river by his uncle, who loved it. " Call this a river?" ex claimed he, " why, it's only a creek ! I could al most jump across it there" — but H. P. was young then, and would not have hesitated to " speak disre- spectfuU}' of the equator " upon occasion. I won the good man's heart at once by saying that small though it was in size (and what has either he or I to boast of in that line, I wonder), little Sevdrn filled a larger space in the world's destiny and the world's thoughts than twenty mighty streams. Listen : " Three times they breathed and three times did they drink, Upon agreement of swift Severn's flood, Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank, Blood-stained with these violent combatants." Why, you have not a river like that in all Amer ica. H, P. was judiciously silent. But I do not think he w^as ever quite forgiven. These Americans have always such big ideas. The free library at Wolverhampton interested me. I do not know where better proof of the ad vantages of such an institution is to be found. It was started upon a small scale, about fifteen thousand dollars being expended ; now some forty thousand dollars have been spent upon the building. Last year eighty-six thousand books were issued. I counted at noon, June 30th, sixty-three persons in the reading-room, and at another time nearly two hundred readers. On Saturdays, between two and ten P.M., the number averages fully a thousand. In addition to the circulating library, there are a refer- loo OUR COACHING TRIP. ence library, a museum, and large reading-rooms. Several courses of lectures are connected with the institution, with teachers for the various branches. One teacher, a Mr. WilUams, has " passed " scholars in the science and art department every year, and one year every one of his scholars passed the Ken sington examination. A working plumber who at tended these classes gained prizes for chemistry and electricity, and is now secretary of the water-w^orks at Chepstow. We may hear more of that climber yet. Plent}' of room at the top ! No sectarian papers are subscribed for, but all reputable publica tions are received if sent. In this way all sects are represented by their best, if the members see fit to contribute them. This is the true plan. " Error may be tolerated if truth be free to combat it. Let truth and error grapple." The city levies one penny per pound upon the rates, as authorized by the libraries act. This nets about four thousand dollars per annum. Just see what powerful agencies for the improvement of the people can be set on foot for a trifling sum, Wolverhampton is a go-ahead city (I note a strong Scotch element there), A fine park has re cently been acquired and laid out \vith taste. This shows that the physical well-being of the people is not lost sight of. The administration of our friend ex-Mayor Dickinson is to be credited with this in valuable acquisition. Mr. Dickinson took the most prominent part in the matter, and having succeeded he can consider the park his own estate. It is not in any sense taken away from him, nor one of its charms lessened because his fellow-citizens share its bless- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. lOl ings. Indeed as I strolled through it with him I thought the real sense of ownership must be sweeter from the thousands of his fellows whom we saw re joicing within it than if he were indeed the lordly owner in fee and rented it for revenue. This whole subject of meum and tuum needs reconsideration. If Burns, when he held his plough in joy upon the mountain-side and saw what he saw, felt what he felt, was not more truly the real possessor of the land than the reputed nominal landlord, then I do not grasp the subject. There are woeful blunders made as to the ownership of things. Who owns the treasures of the Sunderland or Hamilton Ubraries? and who will shed the tears over their dispersion think you, chief mourner by virtue of deepest loss, the titled dis-graces, in whose names they stand, or the learned librarian whose days have been spent in holy companionship with them ? It is he who has made them his own, drawn them from their miser able owners into his heart. I tell you a man can not be the real owner of a library or a picture gal lery without a title from a much higher tribunal than the law. Nor a horse either, for that matter. Who owns your favorite horse ? Test it ! I say the groom does. Call Habeeb or Roderick, So slow their response ! I won't admit they don't know and like me too. John knows my weakness and stands out of sight and lets me succeed slowly with them ; but after that, see at one word from him how they prick up their ears and neigh, dance in their boxes, push their grand heads under his arm, and say as plainly as can be, " This is our man." I'm only a sleeping partner with John in them after all. It's the I02 OUR COACHING TRIP. same all through ; go to your dogs, or out to your Hocks, and see every sheep, and even the little lambs, the cows with their kind, glowering eyes, the chickens, and every living thing run from you to throng round the hand that feeds them. There is no real purchase in money, you must win friendship and ownership in the lower range of life with kindness, companionship, love ; the coin of the realm is not legal tender with Trust, or Habeeb, or Brownie, nor with any of the tribe. We can tell you nothing of the hotels of Wolver hampton, but the fourteen of us can highly recom - mend certain quarters where it w^as our rare privi lege to be honored guests. Whether the EngUsh eat and drink more than the Americans may be a debatable question, but they certainly do so oftener. The young ladies quartered at Newbridge reported this the only bar to perfect happiness ; they never wanted to leave the garden for meals nor to remain so long at table. As Miss Jeannie reported, they just sound a gong and spring luncheons and teas and suppers on you. The supper is an English institu tion, even more sacred than the, throne, and destined to outlive it. You cannot escape it, and to tell the truth, after a little you have no wish to do so. There is much enjoyment at supper, and in Scotland this is the toddy-time, and who would riiiss that hour of social glee ! Mention must be made of the private theatricals at Merridale and of the amateur concert at Clifton House, both highly creditable to the talented per formers and productive of great pleasure to the guests. I find a programme of the latter and incor porate it as part of the record : (tUitonJ^omtf Molbeifiatw j)tou, JUNE 29th, 1881. ^P^ee^^MME^eF-fPn^ic-^ PiANOFOETB DuET .. " Oberon " .. .. Reni Favayer Misses A. J. and A. C. BANTOCK. "SONO "Twenty-one" .. Miss SUSIE DICKINSON. Molloy Song "The Raft" .. Mr. BANTOCK PIERPOINT. . . Pinsuti Ladies' Tkio . . "0 Skylark, for thy wing " . . Misses BANTOCK and DICKINSON. Smart Song "A Summer Shower " Miss DICKINSON. . . Mitrziales SOKG " The Better Land " Miss M. BANTOCK. CoiDen Song " The Lost Chord " Miss PIERPOINT. . . Sidliiian Pianoforte Solo .. "La Cascade" .. Miss ALICE DICKINSON. Pauer Song " Let me dream atrain " Miss REID. . . SvlUvan Song " The Diver" Mr. ARTHUR BANTOCK. Loder Song " Mv Nannie's awa' " Miss JEANNIE JOHNS. Duet . . " When the Wind blows in from the Sea" . . Smart Miss M. BANTOCK and Mr. BANTOCK PIERPOINT. Song " For ever and for ever " Miss A. J. BANTOCK. Paolo Tosii Song " The Boatswain's Story " Mr. BANTOCK PIEBPOINT. Molloy GOD SAVE THE OUEEN. I04 OUR COACHING TRIP- A great many fine compliments have been paid to performers in this world, but do you remember one much better than this ? Our Miss Jeannie sang ' ' My Nannie's awa'," my favorite among twenty favor ites ; and she did sing it that night to perfection. We were all proud of our prima donna. When she returned to her seat next to Maggie,, there was whis pered in her ear : " Oh, Jeannie, the lump's in my throat yet!" All the hundred warm expressions. bestowed upon her did not weigh as much as that little gem of a tribute. When you raise the lump in the throat b}' a song you are upon the right key and have the proper style, even if your teacher has been no other than your own heart, the most important teacher of all. After the theatricals at Merridale came the feast. The supper-table comes before me, and the speeches. The orator of the Wolverhampton, connection is ex- Mayor Bantock. He speaks well, and never did he appear to greater advantage than on that evening. It's a sight " gude for sair een" to see a good- natured, kindly English gentleman presiding at the festive board, surrounded by his children and his children's children, and the family connections to the number of seventy odd. They are indeed a kindly people, but oh dear ! those who have never been out of their Uttle island, even the most Uberal of them, have such queer, restricted notions about the rest of mankind ! This, however, is only natural ; travel is in one sense the only possible educator. The best speech of the evening upon our side was m.ade by Mr. Phipps, who said he felt that after he had for gotten all else about this visit, the smiling faces of BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 105 the pretty, rosy-cheeked English young ladies he had been admiring ever since he carae to Wolver hampton, and never more ardently than this evening, would still haunt his thoughts ; and then, with more emphasis, he closed with these memorable words : " And t tell you, if ever young men ask me where the}^ can find the nicest, sweetest, prettiest, and best young ladies for wives, they won't have to ask twice." (Correct ! shake, Pard !) We were fortunate in seeing the statue to Mr. Villiers unveiled. Earl GranviUe spoke with rare grace and ease, his style being so far beyond that of the other speakers that they sufiered by compari son. The sledge-hammer style of oratory is done. Let ambitious youngsters make a note of that, and no longer strut and bellow, and tear a passion all to tatters, to very rags, Shakespeare understood it : " In the very tempest and I may say whirlwind of your passion. You must beget a temperance to give it utterance." The effort now making throughout Great Britain to provide coffee-houses as substitutes for the numer ous gin palaces has not been neglected in Wolver hampton, The Coffee House Company which oper ates in the city and neighborhood has now fourteen houses in successful operation, and, much to my as tonishment and gratification, I learned that seven and a half per cent dividends were declared and about an equal amount of profit reserved for contingen cies. In Birmingham there are twenty houses, and cash dividends of ten per cent per annum have been made. If they can be generally made to pay even half as well, a grand advance has been made in the io6 OUR COACHING TRIP. war against intemperance, I visited one of the houses with Mr, Dickinson, who, I rejoice to say, is Chairman of the Company, and in this great office does more for the cause than a thousand loud mouthed orators who only denounce the evil about which we are all agreed, but have no plan to suggest for overcoming it. It is so easy to denounce and tear down ; but try to build up once and see what slow, discouraging labor is involved. The prices in these coffee-houses are very low : one large cup of good tea, coffee, or cocoa, at the counter, \d (2 cents) ; one sandwich, id {2. cents). If taken upstairs in a room at a table, one half more. There is a reading-room with newspapers free, bagatelle-table, and comfortable sitting-rooms ; also a ladies' room and a lavatory, and cigars, tobacco, and all non-alcoholic drinks are provided. Men go there at night to read and to play games. The company has been operating for three years, and the business increases steadily. We saw similar houses in most of the towns we passed, and wished them God-speed,; A chairman of a cpmpany like this has it in his power to do more good for the masses, who are the people of England, than if he occupied his time as member of Parliament ; but the English exalt poli tics unduly and waste the lives of their best men disputing over problems which the more advanced Republicans have settled long ago and cleared out of their way. They will learn better by and by. We must not be impatient. They are a slow race and prone to makeshifts politically. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. I07 " Nae man can tether tirae nor tide, The hour approaches, Tam must [let us] ride." Our six days at Wolverhampton had passed rap idly away in one continual round of social f)leasures, and now we were off again to fresh fields and pas tures new. The' horn sounds. We call the roll once more. Mr. Beck Senior had left us at Wind sor, but the Junior Beck he sent us fitly represented the family. If he couldn't tell as many funny stories nor quote as much poetry as his sire, the young Cam bridge wrangler could sing college songs and give our young ladies many glimpses of young England. He was a great favorite was Theodore (young Obadiah). Miss Beck and he left us at Banbury, much to our regret, but London engagements were imperative, Mr, and Mrs. King arrived. If ever a couple re ceived a warmer welcome I never saw or heard of it. It seemed as if we had been separated for years, and how often during our journey had one or another of the party regretted that Aggie and Aaleck were missing all this. It was upon the ocean that Ben and Davie con ceived the idea that a run to Paris would be advis able. Leave of absence for two weeks was accord ingly granted to four — Mr, and Mrs, McCargo, Miss Johns, and Mr, Vandevort, We bade them good-bye at Wolverhampton, Thursday, June 30th, and saw them fairly off, not without tears upon both sides from the weaker sex. These partings are miserable things always. Their places were taken by Miss Jeannie Reid (a Dunferm line bairn). Miss Amelia Bantock, and Mr. Dickin- io8 OUR COACHING TRIP. son. Next morning we gathered the clans at Mr, Graham's, caUing at Mr. Ben Bantock's and at Mr, Thomas's for the contingent they had so kindly entertained ; thence to Mr. Dickinson's, and then to Merridale for the remainder and' the final start. It was" a sight to see the party on the lawn there as we drove off, giving three hearty cheers for Wolverhampton. In special honor of the head of the clan there, the master of Merridale, we had just sung " For he is an Englishman." Yes, he is the Englishman all over. Mr. Graham, no longer in his official capacity, however, drove out with Mr. Wil son several miles and saw us fairly off. The parting was a sad one. How we were to get on without our late general manager was a source of anxiety, but Mr, McCandless soon proved that he was a worthy successor, and from that parting till our arrival in New York his laurels increased. Our route for many miles was still in the black country, but near Lichfield we reached once more the rural beauties of England, How thankful to get away once more from the dirt and smoke and bustle of manufactories. The new members had not gone far before they exhibited in an aggravated form all the usual signs of the mania which had attacked and so seriousl}^ affected all who have ever mounted our coach. The older members derived great pleasure from seeing how completely the recent acquisitions were carried away. Their enthusiasm knew no bounds, and we drove into the Swan at Lichfield brimful of happi ness. We had left Wolverhampton about noon, the stage for the day being a short one, only twenty miles. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 109 Lichfield, July i. The cathedral deserves a visit, out of the way of travel as it is. Its three spires and its chapter house are the finest we have yet seen ; and then Chan- trey's sleeping children is worth travelling hundreds of miles to see. Never before has marble been made to express the childish sleep of innocence as this does. It was strange that I should stumble upon a monument in the cathedral to Major Hodson, whose grave I had visited in India. He lies with Have- lock in the pretty little EngUsh cemetery at Luck- now, poor fellow, and here his friends and neighbors away in quiet Lichfield have commemorated his valor. There are in the cathedral seven very fine stained- glass windows which were found stowed away in a farm-house in Belgium, and purchased by an Eng lish gentleman for;^200, and now they rank among the most valuable windows in the world. What a pity that the treasures wantonly destroyed during the Reformation had not found similar shelter, to be brought from their hiding-places once more to de light us. We heard service Saturday morning, an'd mourned over-the waste of exquisite music — twenty- six singers in the choir and only ten persons to Us ten in the vast cathedral, besides our party. It is much the same throughout England. In no case during week days did we ever see as many persons in the congregation as in the choir. Surely the im pressive cathedrals of England are capable of being put to greater uses than this. It seems a sin to have 8 iro OUR COACHING TRIP. such choirs and not conduct them in some way to reach and elevate greater numbers. In no building would an oratorio sound so well. Why should not these choirs be made the nucleus for a chorus in every district, and let us have music which would draw the masses within the sacred walls ? But ma)'- be this would be sacrilegious. The theological mind may see in the music suggested an unworthy in truder in domains sacred to dogma. Some day, however, my lord bishop and lazy crew, the cathe drals of England will not be yours alone to drone in, but become mighty centres of grand music, from which shall radiate elevating influences over entire districts, and the best minds of the nation, remember ing how narrow and bigoted the church was when these structures were built, will change the poet's line and say : " To what great uses have they come at last !" The world moves and the church establishment must move with it, or — this is a splendid place to stop — there is as great virtue in your "or" as in your " if," sometimes. Here is the best description of service in an English cathedral : " And love the high embowered roof, V/ith antic pillars massy proof. And storied windows richly dight. Casting a dim religious light : There let the pealing organ blow, To the full voic'd choir below. In service high, and anthems clear. As may with sweetness, through my ear. Dissolve me into ecstasies. And bring all heav'n before mine eyes." BRIGHTON TQ INVERNESS. iii The rausic at Lichfield does indeed draw j^ou into regions beyond and intimates immortality, and we exclaim with friend Izaak Walton, " Lord, what music hast thou provided for the saints in heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on earth !" I remember that when in China I read that Con fucius was noted for his intense passion for music. He said one day to his disciples that music not only elevates man while he is listening to it, but that to those who love it it is able to create distinct images which remain after the strains cease and keep the mind from base thoughts. Think of the sage know ing this when he had probably only the sing-song Chinese fiddle to console hira ! I forget, he had the gongs, and a set of fine gongs of different tones make most suggestive music, as I have discovered. The position of Lichfield Cathedral is pecuUarly fine. Three sides of the square surrounding it are occupied by fine ecclesiastical buildings connected W'ith the diocese, including the bishop's palace. A beautiful sheet of water Ues upon the lower side, so that nothing incongruous meets the eye. We obtained there a better idea of the magnitude of the church establishment and its to us seemingly criminal waste of riches than ever before. To think of all this power for good wasting itself upon a beg garly account of empty benches, the choir outnum bering the congregation ! We had ordered the coach to come and await us at the cathedral, but had not expected Perry to drive up to the very door. There the glittering equipage, was, however, surrounded by groups of pretty, rosy children and raany older people gazing respectfully. 112 OUR COACHING TRIP. We mounted and drove off, taking a last fond look of grand old Lichfield. DOVEDALE, July 2-3. Our objective point was Dovedale, thirty miles distant. When three miles out we stopped at Elm- hurst Hall for Miss French, who had preceded us to pay a visit to Mr. and Mrs. Fox, who very kindly invited the party to dismount and lunch with them ; but the thirty miles to be done would not permit us the pleasure. The next time we pass, however, good master and mistress of Elmhurst Hall, you shall certainly have the Charioteers within your hospit able walls, if you desire it, for such an inviting place we have rarely seen. Miss French remained with them over Sunda}^ and joined us at Rowsle}' on Monday. We were to lunch in Sudbury Park, the residence of Lord Vernon. This was the first grassy luncheon of the five new-comers, and we were all deUghted to see their enjoyment of this most Arcadian feature of our coaching life. It proved to be one of our pleas antest luncheons, for there is no finer spot in England than Sudbury Park. Of course it is not the glen nor the wimpling burn of the Highlands, but for quiet England it is superb. The site chosen was near a pretty brook. Before us was the old-fashioned brick Queen Anne mansion, and behind us in the park was a cricket ground, where a match between two neighboring clubs was being worthily contested. The scene was indeed idylUc. There was never more fun and laughter at any of our luncheons. Aaleck had to be repressed BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 113 at last, for several of the members united in a com plaint against him. Their sides ached, but that they did not mind so much ; their anxiety was about their cheeks, which were seriously threatened with an explosion if they attempted to eat. To avoid such results it was voted that no one should make a joke nor even a remark. Silence was enjoined ; but what did that amount to ! The signs and grimaces were worse than speech. Force was no remedy. It took time to get the party toned down, but eventually the lunch was finished. We strolled over and watched the cricketers. It all depends upon how you look at a thing. So many able-bodied perspiring' men knocking about a little ball on a warm summer's day, that is one way ; so many men relieved from anxious care and laying the foundation for long years of robust health by invigo rating exercise in the open air, that is the other view of the question. The ancients did not count against our little span of life the days spent in the chase ; neither need we charge those spent in cricket ; and as for our sport, coaching, for every day so spent we decided that it and another might safely be credited. He was a very wise prime minister who said he had often found important duties for which he had not time ; one duty, however, he had always made time for, his daily afternoon ride on horseback. Your ahvays busy man accomplishes little ; the great doer is he who has plenty of leisure. The man at the helm turns the wheel now and then, and so easily too, touching an electric bell ; it's the stoker down be low who is pitching into it with his coat off. And look at Captain McMicken promenading the deck 114 OUR COACHING TRIP. in his uniform and a face like a full moon ; quite at his ease and ready for a story. And there is John nie Watson, chief engineer, who rules over the throbbing heart of the ship : he is standing there prepared for a crack. Moral — Don't worry yourself over work, hold yourself in reserve, and sure as fate, " it will all come right in the wash." Leaving the contestants, we walked down to the lake in front of the mansion, and with our usual good fortune we were just in time to see the twenty acres of ornamental water dragged for pike, wdiich play such havoc with other fish. The w^ater had been drained into a small pond, wliich seemed alive with be wildered fish. We sat and watched with quiet inter est the men drawing the net. Hundreds were caught at every haul, from which the pike were taken. A tremendous eel gave the men a Uvely chase ; three (5r four times it escaped, wriggled through their legs and hands one after the other, and made for the water. Had the gamekeeper not succeeded in pin ning it to the ground with a pitchfork, the eel would have beaten the whole part)'. Lord Vernon's park is rich in attractions. An old narrow, picturesque arched bridge, which spans the pretty lake, has a statue of Adam at one end and Eve at the other. Over the former the ivy clusters so thickly as to make our great prototype a mass of living green ; poor Eve has been less favored, for she is in a pitiable plight for a woman, with " noth ing to wear." But Eve was not used to kind treatment, Adam was by no means a modern model husband, and never gave Eve anything in excess except blame. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 115 Here she is still, the Flora McFUmsy of my friend WilUam Allen Butler (minus the flora as I have said) ; but let her be patient, her dress is sure to come, for kind nature in England abhors nakedness. She is ever at work clothing everything with her mantle of green, " Ever and ever bringing secrets forth, It sitteth in the green of forest glades Nursing strange seedlings at the cedar's root. Devising leaves, blooms, blades. This is its touch upon the blossomed rose. The fashion of its hand shaped lotus leaves ; In dark soil and the silence of the seeds The robe of Spring it weaves." We had rare enjoyment at the lake, and envied Lord Vernon his princely heritage. The old forester who once showed me over a noble estate in Scot land was quite right. I was enchanted with one of the views, and repeated, " Where is the coward who would not dare To fight for such a land !" " Aye," said the old man, " aye, it's a grand countr)', for the lairds." It will be a grander coun try some day when it is less " for the lairds" and more for the toiling masses ; but may the destroying angel of progress look kindly upon such scenes of beauty as Sudbury Park. The extensive estate may be disentailed and cultivated by a thousand small owners in smiling homes, with educated children within them, and the land bring forth greater har vests touched by the magic wand of the sense of own ership, and yet the mansion and park remain intact and give to its possessor rarer pleasures than at pres ent, I think one of the greatest drawbacks to life Il6 OUR COACHING TRIP. in Britain in grand style must be the contrast exist ing between the squire and the people about him. It is bad enough even in Chester Valley, where the average condition and education of the inhabitants are probably equal to any locality in the world, but in England it is far too marked for comfort, I should think. While we were still lingering on the banks of the lake Perry's horn sounded from the main road to call us from the enchanting scene, and we were off for Dovedale through pretty Ashbourne. Can any one picture a resting-place so full of peace and beauty as the old Izaak \^'alton Inn ? ({{ you don't put in that k, Mr, Printer, there will be trouble.) We arrived .there in the twilight, and some of us walked down the long hill and got our first sight of the Dove from the bridge at the foot across the stream. I got the memorable verses near enough from memory to repeat them on the bridge. Let me put them down here, for in truth, simple as they are, who is going to predict the coming of the day when they will cease to be prized as one of the gems of literature ? " She dwelt among the untrodden ways. Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise, And very few tojove. "A violet by a mossy stone. Half hidden from the eye ; Fair as a star-when only one Is shining in the sky. " She lived "unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and oh, The difference to me !" BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 117 But think of dear old Izaak and of his fishing excursions to this very spot. He actually stayed at our inn ! He too is secure of his position as the author of a classic, for as long a time as we care to look forward to. Is it not strange that no one has ever imitated this man's unique style? "God leads us not to heaven by many nor by hard ques tions," says the fisherman, and he knew athing or two. There is a flavor about him peculiarly his own, but especially rich when read in this old inn, sacred to his memory, I enjoyed him with a fresh relish during the few hours of Sunday which I could de vote to him, for there is a good sermon in many a sentence of the "Complete Angler." Dear old boy, your place in my Ubrary and in my heart too is secure. Ilam Hall, near the inn, is the great place, and there is a pretty Uttle church within a stone's throw of it. We walked over on Sunday morning and saw the squire come into church with his family and take his seat among his people, for I take it most of the congregation were connected with the hall. The parson no doubt was the appointee of the squire, and we tried to estimate the importance of these two men in the district ; their duties and influence — both great— for to a large extent the moral as well as the material well-being of a community in rural England depend upon the character of the hall and parsonage. The squire was Mr. Hanbury, M.P., who court eously invited our party to visit the hall after service, and to stroll as we pleased through his grounds. He had been in America, and knew our erratic genius and brother iron-master Abram S. Hewitt. Il8 OUR COACHING TRIP. In the evening we received from him some fine photographs of the hall (a truly noble one), which we prize highly. The accompanying note was even more gratifying, for it said that he had been so warmly received in America that it was always a pleasure when opportunity offered to show Ameri cans such attentions as might be in his power. It is ever thus, cold indifference between the two Eng Ush-speaking branches is found only among the stay- at-homes. The man who knows from personal expe rience the leading characteristics of the people upon both sides of the ferry is invariably a warm and sincere friend. The two peoples have only to be come acquainted to become enthusiastic over each other's rare qualities. This is a sheep-grazing district, quite hilly, and the rainfall is much beyond the average ; but the weather question troubles us Uttle ; the Charioteers carry sunshine within and without. Our afternoon walk was along the Dove, which we followed up the glen between the hills for several miles, finding new beauties at every turn. Mr. Hanbury has the stream on his estate reserved for five miles for his own fish ing, but our landlord said he \\'as very generous and always gave a gentleman a day's sport when proper ly applied for. We were offered free range by Mr, Hanbury, a privUege which Davie and I hold in re serve for a future day, that we may most success fully conjure the shade of our congenial brother of the angle; "for you are to note," saith he, "that we anglers all love one another." We at least all love Izaak Walton, "an excellent angler and now with God." Reading the ingenious defence of fish- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 119 ing by our author, " an honest man and a most ex cellent fly-fisher," is not waste time in these days of violent anti-vivisectionists, who have seen poor hares chased down for sport all their Uves, and their Prince shoot pigeons from a trap without a protest, but who affect to feel pity for a cat sacrificed upon the holy altar of science. Miserable hypocrites, who swallow so large a camel and strain at so very small a gnat ! It shows what demoralization is brought about in good people by rank and fashion ; one rule for the Prince who disgraces himself by cruel sports, another for the medical student who exalts himself working for the good of his race. But to quaint Izaak's defence ; and first as to the fish themselves. " Nay, the increase of these creatures that are bred and fed in water is not only more and more miraculous, but more advantageous to man, not only for the lengthening of his Ufe, but for the preventing of sickness ; for 'tis observed by the most learned physicians that the casting off of Lent and other fish days hath doubtless been the chief cause of those many putrid, shaking, intermitting agues into which this nation of ours is novvr more subject than those wiser countries which feed on herbs, salads, and plenty of fish. And it is fit to remember that Moses (Levit. 11:9; Deut. 14: 9) appointed fish to be the chief diet for the best commonwealth that ever yet was ; and it is observable not only that there are fish, as namely the whale, three times as big as the mighty elephant that is so fierce in battle, but that the mightiest feasts have been of fish." Is not that capital ? It calls to mind Josh Bil- I20 OUR COACHING TRIP. lings's answer to his correspondent who wrote say ing that he had heard many times that a fish diet was most favorable for increase of brain power, but he had never been able to find out the best kind of fish for the purpose. Could he inform him? " In your case," repUed Josh, " try a whale or two." Here .is Izaak's argument for the lawfulness of fishing : ' ' And for the lawfulness of fishing it may very well be maintained b)' our Saviour's bidding St. Peter cast his hook into the water and catch a fish for money to pay tribute to Caesar. And it is observable that it was our Saviour's will that four fishermen should have a priority of nomination in the catalogue of his twelve disciples (Matt. lo : 2, 4, 13), as namely : St. Peter, St. Andrew, St. James, and St. John, and then the rest in their order. And it is yet more observable that when our blessed Saviour went up into the mount when he left the rest of his disciples and chose only three to bear him company at his transfiguration that those three were all fishermen ; and it is to be believed that all the other apostles after they betook themselves to fol low Christ, betook themselves to be fishermen too : for it is certain that the greater number of them were found together fishing by Jesus after his resurrection, as it is recorded in the 21st chap ter of St. John's gospel, v. 3, 4. This was the em ployment of these happy fishermen, concerning which choice some have made these observations : first, that he never reproved these for their employ ment or caUing as he did the scribes and the money changers ; and secondly, he found that the hearts of BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. I2I such men were fitted for contemplation and quiet ness, men of mild, and sweet, and peaceable spirits, as indeed most anglers are ; these men our blessed Saviour, who is observed to love to plant grace in good natures, though indeed nothing be too hard for him, yet these men he chose to call from their irre- provable employment of fishing and gave them grace to be his disciples and to follow him and do won ders. I say four of twelve." There I think we may safely rest the defence of our favorite sport, especially upon secondly ; for it is all very well to say animals must be slain that we may live, and yet it does not give one a high idea of the fineness of the man who chooses the occupation of a butcher, and is happiest when he is killing some thing. Blood ! lago, blood ! For my part, while rec ognizing the necessity that the sheep should bleat for the lamb slain that I may feast, I don't profess to see that the arrangement is anything to rave over as an illustration of the wisdom or the goodness of God, Let us eat, asking no questions, but trusting that some day we shall see clearly that all is well. Mean while I give up coursing, fox hunting, and pigeon shooting as unworthy sports, and never again will I kill a deer in sport. I once saw the mild, reproach ful eyes of one turned upon me as it lay wounded, as much as to say : " I am so sorry it was you who did this." So was I, poor innocent thing. It is years since I saw that look, but it haunts me yet at intervals. It is one of the many things I have done for which I am ever sorry. Too much fishing ! It is no use to try to give you the good things of Izaak Walton, for it is with 122 OUR COACHING TRIP. him as with Shakespeare. Two volumes of his "beauties" handed to gentle EUa. "This is all very weU, m.y friend, but where are the other five volumes?" We must get out of Dovedale — that is clear. Allans done ! Our stage to-day was to Chatsworth, twenty-four miles, where our Fourth of July dinner was to be celebrated. As we passed Ilam Hall we stopped, sounded our horn, and gave three cheers for the squire who had been so kind to his " American cousins," Our luncheon was beside the pretty brook at Youlgreaves, on the estate of the Duke of Rutland, and a beautiful trout-stream it is. We could see the speckled beauties darting about, and were quite pre pared to believe the wonderful stories told us of the basketfuls taken there sometimes. There is some thing infectious in a running stream. It is the pret tiest thing in nature. Nothing adds so much to our midday enjoyment as one of these — " Making music o'er the enamelled stones. And giving a gentle kiss to every sedge It overtaketh in its pilgrimage." Mother and Aggie were off to paidle in the burn after luncheon, and as a fitting close they kilted their petticoats and danced a highland reel on the green sward, in sight of the company, but at some distance from us. They were just wee lassies again, and to be a wee lassie at seventy-one is a triumph indeed ; but, as mother says, that is nothing. She intends to be as daft for raany years to come, for grandfather was far older when he alarmed the auld wives of the BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 123 village on Halloween night, sticking his false face through the windows. " Oh !" said one, recovering from her fright, " it is just that daft callant, Andrew Carnegie !" I remember one day, in Dunfermline, an old man in the nineties — a picture of withered eld, a few straight, glistening white hairs on each side of his head, and his nose and chin threatening each other — tottered across the room to where I was sitting, and laying his long, skinny hand upon my head, murmured : "An' ye're a gran'son o' Andrew Carnegie's! Aye, maan, I've seen the day when your grand- faether an' me could have hallooed ony reasonable maan oot o' his judgment." I hope to be a daft callant at seventy-one — as daft as we all were that day. Indeed, we were all daft enough while coaching, but mother really ought to have been restrained a little. She went beyond all bounds. Let me try to give an idea how this blessed Eng land is crowded. Here is a signboard we stopped at to-day, to make sure we were taking the right way; for, even with the ordnance map upon one's knee, strict attention is required or you will be liable to take the wrong turn. A voice from the general manager : " Perry, stop at the post and let us be sure." " Right, sir.," The post points four ways, east, west, north, and south. First arm reads as foUoAvs : Tissington, 3 ; Mat lock Bath, 10; Chesterfield, 21, Second arm : Ashbourne, 3 ; Derby, 16 ; Kissing- ton, 19. 124 OUR COACHING TRIP. Third arm : Dovedale, Okedon, Ilam. Fourth arm : New Haven, 6 ; Buxton, 17 ; Bake- well, 13 ; Chatsworth, 16. AU this the guide-post said at one turn, and fortunate it was that Chatsworth, our destination, happened to be upon the fourth arm, for had the worthy road-surveyors not deemed it necessary to extend their information beyond Bakewell, you see we raight as well have consulted the Book of Days. The entrance to Kissington estate was near the post, and we were very kindly permitted to drive through, which it was said would save several miles and give us a view of another English hall. We managed, however, to take a wrong turn somewhere, and added some eight miles to our journe}' ; so much the better — the longer the route the happier we were. Every English hall seems to have some special features in which it surpasses all others. This is as it should be, for it permits every fortunate owner to love his own home for acknowledged merits of its own. If one has the nobler terrace, another boasts a finer lawn ; and if one has woods and a rookery, has not the other the winding Nith through its bor ders ? One cannot have the best of everything, even upon an EngUsh estate ; neither can one life have the best possible of everything. Let us then be thankful for our special mercies, and let all our ducks be swans, as friend Edward says mine are. Have you never had your friend praise his wife to you in moments of confidence, when you have been fishing for a week together ? You wonder for a few moments, as you recall the Betsey or Susan he extols, for, if the truth is to be spoken, you have BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 125 as it were shed tears for him when you thought of his yoke. Well, that is the true way : let him make her a swan, even if she is not very much of a duck. We stopped at Rowsley for Miss French. She brought the London Times, which gave us the first news of the terrible catastrophe in Washington. We would not believe that the shot was to prove fatal. It did not seem possible that President Garfield's career was to end in such a way ; but, do what we could, the great fear would not dowm, and we reached Chatsworth much depressed. Our fourth of July was a sad one, and the intended celebration was given up. Fortunately, the news became more encouraging day after day, so much so that the coaching, party ventured to telegraph its congratu lations through Secretary Blaine, and it was not un til we reached New York that we knew that a re lapse had occurred. The cloud which carae over us, therefore, had its silver lining in the promise of re covery and a return to greater usefulness than ever. We stopped to visit Haddon Hall Upon our way to Chatsworth, but here we came upon tourists' ground. Every one does the sights of the neighbor hood, and readers are therefore respectfully referred to the guide-books. We had our first dusty ride to day, for we are upon limestone roads, but the dis comfort was only trifling ; the weather, however, was really warm, and our umbrellas were brought into use as sunshades, Haddon HaU is a fine specimen of the old hall, and Chatsworth of the new, except that the latter partakes far too much of the show feature. It is no doubt amazing to the crowds of Manchester and Bir- 9 126 OUR COACHING TRIP. mingham workers who flock here for a holiday and who have seen nothing finer, but to us who have in our travels seen the real gems of England, this Chatsworth is largely paste, I speak only of the in terior, of course, for the house itself and its sur roundings are grand. Edensor, July 4, Edensor is the model village which the Duke of Devonshire has built adjoining the park — a very ap propriate and pretty name, for it is perhaps the finest ' made-to-order village in England, The day was so warm, and our next stage to Buxton being not very long (twenty-six miles), we decided to spentj the day here and take an evening drive. We met here, enjoying their honeymoon, a bride and groom who were well known to our VVolver- hamplon delegation, and how do you sujDpose they were travelling ? Not in the ordinary mode, I as sure 3'Ou. I mention this incident that some of my charraing young lady friends, who give me so rauch pleasure riding with me, may make a note of it. They were doing beautiful Derbyshire on horse back ! It was delightful to see them start off in this way. I became interested in the bride, who must be no ordinary woman to think of this plan ; she told me it was proving a wonderful success ; and the happy young fellow intimated to me, in a kind of confidential way, that her novel idea v,-as the finest one he had ever been a part}' to. I asked him if he could honestly recommend it, and he boldly said he could. We must think over this. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 127 The evening ride was one of our pleasantest experiences. How entrancing England is after a warm day, when everything seems to rejoice in the hours of peace succeeding the sunshine which forces growth ! " When the heartsick earth Turns her broad back upon the gaudy sun, And stoops her weary forehead to the night To struggle with her sorrow all alone. The moon, that patient sufferer, pale with pain, Presses her cold lips on her sister's brow Till she is calm." It is thus the earth appeared to rae as we drove along ; it was resting after its labors of the sunny day. The night W9.s spent at Buxton, that famous spa. Many invalids are there drinking the w^aters ; but I take it, as is usual with such places, the change of air and scene, of thought and effort, and, with most, change of diet and freedom from excess, count for ninety -nine points, and the waters, maybe, for one. But it is of no consequence wdiat does it, so it is done, and Buxton continues to flourish. Our hotel was a magnificent " limited corapany" affair. The start next morning was a sight in the first real down pour in dead earnest we had experienced. The sky was dark — not one tiny ray of Ught to give us the slightest hope of change ; the barometer low and still falling. Clearly we were in for it ; nevertheless, at the appointed hour the Gay Charioteers, arrayed in their waterproofs, with the good hats and bonnets all inside the coach, passed through the crowds of guests who Uned the hall, wondering at these mad Americans, and took their accustomed seats with an 128 OUR COACHING TRIP. alacrity that showed they considered the w^eather "perfectly lovely." There are two miles of steep ascent as we leave the town, and a few of us decided to walk, Misses Emma and AUce being of the number. Those who started upon the coach were all right ; the pedes trians, however, found themselves far from dry when the top was reached — feet and knees were wet. By noon the rain had ceased, and we stopped at a little inn, where fires were made, our " reserve" clothing brought into use, and our wet clothes dried, and we were as happy as larks when we sat down to lunch eon. Is not that a wise test which Thackeray puts in the mouth of one of his waiters : " Oh, I knew he was a gentleman, he was so easily pleased " ? Well, our host and hostess at that little inn, who were taken so by surprise when a four-in-hand stopped at the door, said something like this about the Ameri can ladies and gentlemen as they left. Why not ? Nothing comes araiss to the Gay Charioteers, and so on we go to Manchester, getting once raore into the grim, smoky regions of manufacturing enterprise. Manchester, July 6. Mine host of The Queen's takes the prize for the one best " sweU " dinner enjoyed by the party ; but then the rain and the moderate luncheon at the little inn, so different from the picnics on flowery banks, may have given it a relish. The Queens was evi dently determined that its American guests should leave with a favorable impression, and so they did,.- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 129 There was time to visit the Town Hall and walk the principal streets, but all felt an invincible repug nance to large towns. It was not these we had come to see. Let us get away as soon as possible, and out once more to the green fields. The morning was cloudy, but the rain held off, and we left the hotel amid a great crowd. The police had at last to step in front of the coach and clear the way. The news papers had announced our arrival and intended de parture, and this brought the crowd upon us. Get ting into and out of large cities is the most difficult part of our driving, for the ordnance map is useless there — frequent stoppages and inquiries must be made ; but so far we have been fortunate, and our horn keeps opposing vehicles out of our way in narrow streets and in turning corners. We were bound for Anderton Hall, to spend the night with our friend Mr. Burroughs, Luncheon was taken in a queer, old-fashioned inn, where we ate from bare deal tables and drank horae-brewed ale while we sang : " Let gentlemen fine sit down to their wine. But we will stick to our beer, we will, For we will stick to our beer," The number and variety of temperance drinks advertised in England is incredible, Non-alcohoUc beverages meet us in flaming advertisements at every step — from nervous tonics, phosphated, down -to the most startling of all, which, according to the London Echo of June 2d, the Bishop of Exeter advertised when he opened a coffee-house, saying : 130 OUR COACHING TRIP. " It looks like beer, It smells like beer. It tastes like beer, Yet it is not beer." Better if it had been, your reverence, tor your new beverage was probably a villainous compound, certain to work more injury than genuine beer. In this country we also try to cheat the devil, I mean our unco good people try it ; but we call it " bitters, and the worse the whiskey the better the bitters. Chorley, July 7. As we approached Anderton Hall the English and American flags were seen floating from the archway, earnest of cordial welcome. We were quite at home immediately. Mr, and Mrs, Burroughs had their family and friends ready to greet us. The dining- hall was decorated with the flags of the old and the new lands, gracefully intertwined, symbolizing the close and warm friendship which exists between them — never, we hope, to be again disturbed. We had a long walk about the place and on the banks of the famous Rivington Reservoir, which supplies Manchester with water. In the evening, after dinner, came speeches. The evening passed delightfully. Next day we were sorely tempted. Mr. Middleton was to have the school-children at his house to be entertained, and an opportunity to see a novel cele bration was afforded us. Our host and hostess were pressing in their invitation for us to stay, but one night of fourteen guests, two servants, and four horses, was surely enough ; so we blew our horn, and, with three ringing cheers for Anderton Hall and BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 131 all within it, drove out of its hospitable gates. We stopped and paid our respects to Mr. and Mrs. Mid dleton as we passed their place, and left thera all with very sincere regret. How pleasant it would be to linger, but Inverness lies far in the north. We are scarcely one-third of our way thither and the time-table stares us in the face. We do not quite "fold our tents Uke the Arabs and silently steal away," but at the thrilling call of the horn we mount, and with cheers and God-speeds take our de parture for other scenes. Preston, July 8. Preston, sixteen miles away, is our destination, permitting a late start to be made. Our route is still through a manufacturing district, for Manchester reaches her arms far out in every direction. We pass every now and then a company of show-people with their vans. Soraetiraes we find the caravan at ¦ rest, the old, weary -looking horses nibbling the road side grass, for the irregularity of the hedges in Eng land gives fin6 little plots of grass along the hedge rows, and nice offsets, as it were, in the road, where these strolling players, and gypsies, peddlers, and itinerant venders of all sorts of queer things, .can call a halt and enjoy themselves. Every van appears to be invested with an air of mystery, for was not our Shakespeare, " Th' applause, delight, the wonder of our stage," a strolling player, playing his part in barns and outhouses to wondering rustics ? There are such possibilities in every van that I greet the sweet little 132 OUR COACHING TRIP. child as if she were a princess in disguise, and the dark-eyed, foreign-looking boy as if he might have within him the soul of Buddha. I do not believe that any other form of life has the attractions of this nomadic existence. To make it perfect one should put away enough in the funds as a reserve to be drawn upon when he could not make the pittance necessary to feed and clothe him and buy a few old copies of good books as he passed through a village. The rule might be, only when hungry shall this pocketbook be opened. I should have one other contingency in order to be perfectly happy — when I wanted to help a companion in distress. EUa was truly not very far from it. If I were not the' in dependent gentleman I am, I would be a member of a strolling band such as we pass in this crowded land every now and then, and boast that Shakespeare was of our profession. What are the Charioteers after all in their happiest dream but aristocratic gypsies ? That is the reason we are so enraptured with the life. But in Preston there' is no scope for ideaUsm. It is a city where cotton is king. No town can be much less attractive ; but, raark you, a few steps toward the river and you overlook one of the prettiest parks in the world. The Ribble runs at the foot of the slop ing hill upon which the city stands, and its banks have been converted into the pleasure-ground I speak of, in which the toilers sport, in thousands and gaze upon the sweet fields of living green be yond far into the country. It is not so bad when the entire district is not given over to manufactures, as in Birminghara and Manchester. There is the cloud, but there is the silver lining also. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 133 At Preston many of us received letters frora horae. Harry's funny one from his little daughter Emma (a namesake of our Emma of the Chariot eers) gave us a good laugh. I remember there v/as one announcement particularly noteworthy : " Nine ty doUars gone to smash, papa. The pony's dead," There is your future special correspondent for you. At eleven o'clock this evening the party received a notable addition — Andrew Martin, my old "school fellow and " the Maester's son," arrived from Dun fermline, Lie was received at the station by a committee especially appointed for the purpose, and shortly thereafter duly initiated into all the rites and mysteries of the Gay Charioteers, He was required, late as it was, to sing two Scotch songs to determine his eligibility. There may be some man who can sing " Oh ! why left I my hame ?" — my favorite at present, and written by GilfiUan in Dunfermline, note that — or " When the kye come hame," better than our new member, but none of us has been so fortunate as to "meet hira, nor have I ever heard one who could sing thera as well for me ; but there may be a touch of Auld Lang Syne in his voice which strikes chords in my heart and sets them vibrating. There are subtle sympathies lurking in the core of man's nature, responsive to no law but their own, but I notice all press Andrew to sing, and keep very quiet when he does. We had the pleasure of seeing the new member get just as daft as the rest of us next day, gathering wild flowers along the hedgerows, the gUttering, towering coach coming up to us. He had time to say : " Man, this canna be vera\idL.di for us !" No, not very ; only 134 OUR COACHING TRIP we did not know then how bad it would be for us when, after the dream-like existence had passed and we were back once raore to our labors of this work aday world, thrown out as it were frora a paradise and falUng as Milton's Satan fell. Fortunately we did not knrtw then that for months after our fall there were to be only sad memories of days of happiness so unalloyed that they can never again be equalled. It is not at all desirable to be honestly persuaded that you never again can have seven weeks of such days as made us happy, innocent children ; but we shall see. There are as good fish in the sea as were ever caught, and though it is true the}- do not seem to bite as they used to, maybe we can venture to try coaching again. The height of our musical season was during this part of the jour ney. Miss Reid, Miss Johns, and Mrs. King are all musical and blessed with the power of song. Messrs. Martin, McCargo, and King differ only as one star differs from another in glory ; and there was another gentleman, who shall be nameless, who sang without being asked, and who, as usual, was not encored by his unappreciative audience. Davie deserves notice. He sang a beautiful Scotch song to-day, " Cowden Knowes," and when he was done Andrew immediately asked : " Whaur did ye get that ? Ye didna get that out of a book !" Right, my boy. It was athis father's knee. Who ever learnt a Scotch song out of books ? They are possessed of souls, these songs, to be caught only from living lips. The bodies alone are to be found within the bars. Passing Bolton we saw the first bowling green. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 135 sure proof that w'e are getting northward, where every village has its green and its bowling club, the ancient game of bowls still offering to rural England attractions paramount to more modern sports. We lunched at Grisdalebrook, ten railes from Lancaster, which was to be our stopping-place. To day's drive was made fragrant by the scent of new- mown hay, and we passed many bands of merry haymakers. When Dickens pronounced no smell the best smell, he must have raoraentarily forgotten that which so deUghted us. I do give up raost of the so-called fine smells, but there are a few better than Dickens's best, and surely that of to-day is of them. We went into a Catholic church in one of our strolls, for let it be remembered raany a glori ous trarap we had, and the coach was rarely hon ored with all the party when a chance to walk pre sented itself. The requests posted upon the door of this church seemed to carry one back a long way : " Of your charity pray for the soul of Rebecca Robinson, who died June 7th, 1880, fortified with rites of Holy Church, on whose soul s%veet Jesus have mercy. R. I. P." There were several such requests. What a power that church has been and is only one who has trav elled the world round can know. In England here it is but a sickly, foreign plant, so fearfully foreign. We can all repeat Buddha's words and apply them to it, but they should not stop here : " And third came she who gives dark creeds their power, Silahbat-paramasa, sorceress. Draped fair in many lands as lowly Faith, But ever juggling souls with rites and prayers ; 136 OUR COACHING TRIP. The keeper of those keys which lock up Hells And open Heavens. 'Wilt thou dare?' she said, ' Put by our sacred books, dethrone our gods. Unpeople all the temples, shaking down That law which feeds the priests and props the realm ? ' But Buddha answered, 'What thou bidd'st me keep Is form which passes, but the free truth stands ; Get thee unto thy darkness.' " Lancaster, July g-io. ¦ We had done our twenty-nine miles from Preston and reached Lancaster in good season. There we had a treat. The High Sheriff for the county had just been elected and made his entry into town ac cording to immemorial custom. He represents roy alty in the county during his terra of office, which I beUeve is only two years. It costs the recipient of the honor a large sum to maintain the dignities of the office, for its eraoluraents are nil. The sheriff was staying at our hotel, a very fine one. The County, He is wakened every morning by two heralds richly dressed in the olden style and bearing halberds; They stand in front of the hotel and sound their bugles to call His Highness forth. It is the Lord Mayor's procession on a small scale. Nobody laughs outright at the curious mixture of feddal customs with this age's requirements, however much every body may laugh in his sleeve ; but England will have lost some picturesque features when all the shams are gone. If raankind were not greatly influenced by forms, I could wish that just enough of the '¦' good old times" — which were very bad times indeed — could be preserved, if only to prove how far we had BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 137 outgrown them ; but every form and every sham, from royalty downward, carries its good or evil with it. That not only the substance should be right, but that the form should correspond truly to it, is to the last degree important ; so I reconcile myself to the passing away of forms which no longer honestly rep resent what they imply, Lancaster is a beautiful place and noted for its admirable charitable institutions. The lunatic asy lum and an orphanage attracted our special attention. These and kindred institutions abound in England, and are ably conducted. Rich Englishmen do not leave their fortunes for uses of this kind as often as Americans do. The ambition to found a family, and the maintenance of an aristocratic class by means of primogeniture and entail, tend to divert fortunes from this nobler path into the meaner end of elevating a name in the social scale ; but the general public in Britain is 'most generous, and immense sums in the aggregate are annually collected for charitable insti tutions. It is coraraon for a class to support its own unfortunates. The commercial travellers, for instance, have an extensive home near London for children of their fellows and for members in their old age. One cannot travel far in Britain without seeing that the British are a people most mindful of the un fortunate. These pretty homes of refuge and of rest we see scattered everywhere over the land, nor are they the least glorious of the many monuments of England's true worth, A Mr. Ripley left his fortune for an orphanage, open to all orphan children born within fifteen miles 138 OUR COACHING TRIP. of Lancaster. Three hundred are now provided for, but so rapidly has the fund grown that it has been found practicable to extend the boundaries of its be neficence, and children from distant Liverpool are now admitted. Bravo ! Mr Ripley. What is an earl dom for your eldest son to this ! His father's name will carry him farther with the best, and he should be prouder of it. Show- me the earl w^ho has done as rauch for his neighborhood. Lancaster Castle is a noble one ; its gateway is not surpassed. Here John o' Gaunt hundreds of years ago put his finger upon the dire root of England's woes, as far as the land goes : "This dear, dead land. Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased out." There you have it — this England is leased out. The soil is not worked by its owners, and never, till England changes its practice and can boast a peas ant proprietary working its own acres in small farms, untrammelled by vicious laws, will she know what miracles can be wrought by those who call each lit tle spot their own — their home. Englishmen are slow to change, but the day is not far distant when ownership of land will depend upon residence on it and its proper cultivation. Denmark's example will be followed. Cumulative taxes will be levied upon each number of acres beyond a minimum number, and large proprietors taxed out of existence as they have been in Denmark, to the country's good and nobody's injury. We tax a man who keeps racing- horses or who sports armorial bearings. It is the same principle : we can tax a man who keeps a larger BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. I39 amount of land than he can work to the State's ad vantage. The rights of property are all very well in their place, but the rights of man and the good of the commonwealth are far beyond them. I wish England would just let me arrange that little land matter for her. It would save her a generation of a,gitation, Sunday was spent in Lancaster, and rauch en joyed. The service in church was fine and the after noon's excursion to the country delightful. Here Miss Amelia Bantock and Mr. Dickinson left us after receiving the blessing of the party. Miss Graham and Miss Dickinson, who were to join us here, failed us, but we fortunately found them waiting at Kendall. We started for that town, twenty-two miles distant, on Monday morning. It is the en trance to the celebrated Lake District. Messrs. Thorn and Middleton, whom we had met at Anderton Hall, passed us before we reached Lancaster on Saturday, on bicycles. The}- were out for a run of a hundred and five miles that day, to visit friends beyond that city. We meet such travellers often. Their club now numbers seven thousand members. For an an nual payment of half a crown (62 cents), a meraber has fists of routes and hotels sent hira for any de sired district, with the advantage of reduced charges. It is nothing to do a hundred miles per day ; many have done London to Bath, two hundred railes^ within the twenty-four hours. The country swarms with these fellows. I saw fifteen hundred in Bushy Park one day at a meet, I think seventy-five clubs were there, each in a different uniform. Bicycles are also growing in use 14° OUR COACHING TRIP for practical purposes, and many post-routes in the country are served by raen who use these raachines. But it takes roads like the English, and a level coun try, to do rauch with thera. Our evening was spent in visiting the ruined cas tle and admiring a pretty Japanese kind of garden, so much in so little space, which attracted our atten tion as w^e passed. The owner, Mr. Thompson, a solicitor, kindly invited us in, and afterward showed us his house. We are always receiving kindnesses frora all sorts and conditions of raen. Next day, July 12th, our objective point was Grassraere, eighteen miles away. Such a ' lovely morning ! but, indeed, we are favored beyond meas ure with superb weather all the time. This stage in our progress introduced us to the scenery of the lakes, and we all felt that it deserved its Wordsworth ; but were we ever to let loose and enter the descriptive, where would it lead ? This is the rock upon which many a fair venture in story-telling has suffered ship wreck. Great mountains always carry one upward, but these are not great, nor is there anything great in the region. All is very sweet and pleasing and has its owm peculiar charra, Uke the school of Lake Poets, At Bowness, about raidway of the lake, we left the coach for the first tirae for any other kind of con veyance. After enjoying a rare treat in a sail up and down the lake in the pretty stearaer, we rejoined the coach at Ambleside, where we had ordered it to await us. Passing Storr's HaU, the mind wandered back to th& meeting there of Wordsworth, Southey, Cole- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 141 ridge, Christopher North, and greater than all, our Walter Scott ; and surely not in all the earth could a fitter spot than this have been found for their gath ering. How much the world of to-day owes to the few names who spent days together here ! Not often can you say of one little house, " Here had we our country's honor roofed," to so great an extent as it would be quite allowable to say in this in stance. But see the vanity of human aspirations 1 If there was one wish dearer- than another to the greatest of these men, it was that Abbotsford should remain from generation to generation the home of • his race. This very hour, while sailing on the lake, a newspaper was handed to me, and my eye caught the advertisement, " Abbotsford to let," followed by the stereotyped description, so many reception-rooms, nursery, outbuildings, and offices, suitable for a gentleman's establishraent. Shade of the mighty Wizard of the North, has it corae to this ! Oh, the pity of it ! the pity of it ! WeU for your farae that vou built for mankind other than this stately home of your pride. It will crumble and pass utterly away long before the humble cot of Jeannie Deans shall fade from the memory of man. The time will come when the greatest will be as much forgot " As the canoe that crossed a lonely lake A thousand years ago." But even the New Zealander who stands on the ruins of London Bridge will know something of Walter Scott if he knows much worth knowing, " Abbotsford to let !" This to come to rae just as we 10 142 OUR COACHING TRIP. were passing one of the haunts of Scott, than whom no greater Scot ever lived save one. Fortunately no such blow is possible for the memory of Burns, " After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic nothing. Can touch him further I " For this let us be thankful. We visited Words worth's grave reverently in the twilight. Fresh, very fresh flowers lay upon it. God bless the hand that strewed them there this day ! I think the follow ing the one very great thing he gave the world : It contains "the golden guess which ever is the morning star to the full round of truth." The thought of the age — whether right or wrong we need not discuss — is hitherward : " For I have learned To look on Nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity. Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused. Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. And the round ocean, and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man A motion and a spirit that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things." There's a platform upon which this sceptical age may eventually stand. It is not materiaUstic and it is not dogmatic ; perhaps it is the golden mean be tween extremes. I commend its teachings to both BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 143 sides of the cocksure disputants, one of whom knows it is all just so, and the other as presumptu ously knows there is nothing to know. Let them shake hands and await patiently the coming of clearer light, and get together in solid work here. Surely there is enough to keep them busy. We still " see through a glass darkly." We spent our night at Grassmere, and had a fine row upon the lake. Grassmere, July 13. " Right, Perry !" Off for Keswick, only twelve miles distant ; but who wants to hurry away from scenes like these ? It rained heavily through the night, but is grand for us this morning. The mist was on the mountains though, and the clouds passed slowly over them, wrapping the tops in their mantle. The numerous rills dashing down the bare mountains were the themes of much praise. They reminded me of two fine verses from the " Light of Asia"^' upon " Being's ceaseless tide " : " Which, ever-changing, runs, linked like a river By ripples following ripples, fast or slow — The same, 3fet not the same — from far-off fountains To where its waters flow Into the seas. These, steaming to the sun, ,Give the lost wavelets back in c!oudy fleece To trickle down the hills, and glide again ; Knowing no pause or peace." We seem to be niiraculously protected from rain. Many times it has poured during the night, and yet the days have been perfect. " Carnegie weather" begins, to be talked about, and we are all disposed to accept the inference that the fair goddess Fortune 144 OUR COACHING TRIP. has fallen deep in love with us, since Prosperity seems to be our page during this journey. The influence of America and of American ideas upon England is seen in various ways. We meet frequently one who has visited the Republic, whose advanced ideas, in consequence of the knowledge de rived from actual contact with American affairs, are very decidedlv proclaimed. The coaches in the Lake District have now the English and the American flags upon their sides, and we often see the Stars and Stripes displayed at hotels. Our present hos telry has a flaming advertisement ending with : " Patrons — Royalty and American Presidents." There must be slender grounds for both claims, I fancy. General Grant, however, may have been there. As the elected of the largest division of the English-speaking race, he no doubt outranked all other patrons. At luncheon to-day it was found that our drink ables had better be cooled in the brook — an unusual performance this for England ; but how vividly this little incident brings to mind the happy scene — the row of bottles in the stream, sticking up their tiny heads as if resentful at the extraordinary bath. Do not imagine that our party were worse to water than to corn ; sixteen hungry people need a good many bottles of various kinds, for we had many tastes to gratify. We were all temperance people, however — a few of us even total abstinence, who required spe cial attention. At Keswick I wandered round the principal square and laughed at the curious names of the inns there. In this region inns abound, xMmost BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 145 every house in that square offered entertainment for man and beast. Here is a true copy of naraes of inns noted in a few squares in the viUage : Fighting Cocks, Packhorse, Red Lion, Dog and Duck, Black Lion, Deerhound, White Hart, Green Lion, Pig and Whistle, White Lion, Black BuU, Elephant and Castle, Lamb and Lark, The Fish. If the whole village were scanned there would be beasts enough commemorated in its inns to raake a respectable menagerie. Indeed, for that one Green Lion, Barniim might safely pay more than for Jumbo. The names of English inns we have seen else where are equally odd; let me note a few : Hen and Chickens, Dog and Doublet, King and Crown, Hole in the Wall, StruggUng Man, Jonah and the Ark, Angel and Woolsack, Adam and Eve, Rose and Crown, Crown and Cushion, We laughed at one with an old-fashioned swinging sign, upon which a groom was scrubbing away at a naked black man (you could almost hear his pruss, pruss, pruss). The narae of the house was " Labor in Vain Inn" — a perfect illustration, no doubt, in one sense ; in the higher sense, not so. Under the purifying influences of equaUty, found only in republican institutions, America has taught the world she can soon make white men out of black. Her effort to change the slave into a freeman has been anything but labor in vain ; what is under the skin can be made white enough always, if we go at it with the right brush. None genuine unless stamped with the well-known brand "RepubUc." "All nien are born free and equal" warranted to cure the most desperate cases when all other panaceas fail, from a mild monarchy 146 OUR COACHING TRIP. up to a German despotism. To be well shaken, however, before taken, and applied internally, exter nally, and eternally, like Colonel Sellers' eye-wash. Harry and I were absent part of this day, having run down to Workington to see our friend Mr. Gardiner, at the Steel Rail Mills. Pardon us ! — this was our only taste of business during the trip ; never had the affairs of this world, or of any other for that matter, been so completely banished from our thoughts. To get back to blast-furnaces and rolling-mills was distressing ; but we could not well pass our friend's door, so to speak. We have noth ing to say about manufacturing, for it is just with that as with their political institutions : England keeps about a generation behind, and yet deludes herself with the idea that she is a leader among nations. The truth is she is not even a good follower where others lead, but exceptions must be noted here : a few of her ablest men are not behind America in manufacturing, for there are one, or perhaps two, establishments in England which lead America. A great race is the British when they do go to work and get rid of their antiquated prejudices. Visitors to America Uke Messrs. Howard, Lothian Bell, Wind sor Richards, Martin, and others, have no preju dices which stick. Let Uncle Sam look out. If he thinks John Bull will remain behind in the industrial or the. political race either, I do not ; and I believe when he sets to work in earnest he cannot be beaten. The Republic of England, w^hen it comes, will excel all other republics as much as the English monarchy has excelled all other monarchies, or as much as Windsor Richards' steel practice and plant BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 147 excel any we can boast of here at present. It.is our turn now to take a step forward, unless we are con tent to be beaten. This is all right. Long may the two branches of the family stimulate each other to further triumphs, the elder encouraging us to hold fast that which is good, the younger pointing the way upward and onward — a race in which neither can lose, but in which both raust win ! Clear the course ! Fair play and victory to both ! The annual public debate of University College, London, attracted our notice to-day before leaving Kendal. The subject debated was : " That the ad vance of Democracy in England will tend to strengthen the Foundations of Society," Lord Rosebery presided, and it is his speech at the close which possesses political significance as coming from one who wears his rank " For the sake of liberal U5es And of great things to be done,'' and of whom almost any destiny may be predicted if he hold the true course. He said : " As regards government, there seemed to be great advantage in democracy. With an oligarchy the responsibility was too great and the penalty for failure too high. He did not share the asperity manifested by one of the speakers against American institutions, and', having visited the country on sev eral occasions, he felt the greatest warmth for Amer ica and the American people. Persons who elect ed by free choice a moderate intellect to represent them were better off than those who had a leviathan intell^t placed over thera against their will, and this free choice the people of the United States possessed. 148 OUR COACHING TRIP. It had been said by the opponents of democracy that the best men in America devoted themselves to money- getting ; but this was a strong argument in its favor, as showing that democracy was not correctly represented as a kind of grabbing at the property of others," Never were truer words spoken than these, my lord. What a pity you were not allowed the privi lege of starting " at scratch " in life's race, like Gladstone or Disraeli, From any success achieved there must be made the just deduction for so raany yards allowed Lord Rosebery, Receive the sincere condolences of him who welcomed you to honorary membership of the Burns Club of New York — not because of these unfortunate, unfair disadvantages, for he would not have welcomed a prince for his rank, but for your merits as a man. We reached Penrith July 14th, after a delightful day's drive.' Never were the Gay Charioteers hap pier, for the hilly ground gave us many opportunities for grand walks. When these come it is a red-letter day. The pleasure of walking should raiik as one of the seven distinct pleasures of existence, and yet I have some friends who know nothing of them ; they are not coaching through England, however. I have omitted to chronicle the change, that came over the Queen Dowager shortly after we started from Wolverhampton; till then she had kept the seat of honor next to Perry, inviting one after another as a special honor to sit in front with her. She soon discovered that a good deal of the fun going on was missed ; besides, she had not all of us under her eye. Her seat was exchanged for the middle of the back BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 149 form, where she was supported by one on each side, while four others had their faces turned to hers, giving an audience of no less than six for her stories and old ballads. Her tongue went frora morning till night, if I do say it, and her end of the coach was always in for its share of any frolic stirring. She was "in a gale" all day to-day, and kept us all roaring. Penrith, July 14. Our next stage would take us to Carlisle, the border-town behind which lay the sacred soil. Mr. Burroughs and his son joined us here and went on with us the last day upon English soil, waving adieu, as it were, as we plunged into Scotland. Mr. and Mrs. King left us for Paisley to see the children, and what a loss I here record no one but the mem bers can possibly understand. Aaleck and Aggie gone ! If anything could long dampen the joyous spirits of the party, this separation surely would have done it ; but we were to meet again in Edin burgh, where the reconstruction of the Charioteers was to take place. At Carlisle, too, the Parisians were to be welcomed back again — plenty to look forward to, you see. We started for Carlisle July 15th, the day superb as usual. We had left the Lake District, with its hills and flowing streams, to pass through a tamer land ; but our luncheon to-day, in a field near " Hesketh in the Forest," was not unromantic. The members from Anderton Hall caught the fever, as was usual with neophytes, and regretted that their return was im peratively required. One day gave them a taste of the true gypsy life. 15° OUR COACHING TRIP. Carlisle, July 15. Here is reconstruction for you with a vengeance ! First, let us mourn the unhappy departures : Mr, and Mrs, King went yesterday, and Miss Reid, Miss Graham, the Misses Bantock, Miss Dickinson, and Mr, Burroughs and son go to-day. Cousin Maggie, who had become absorbed in this kind of life, so dazed with happiness, her turn has come too, even she must go ; Andrew Martin, with his fine Scotch aroma and his songs, must report to his superior officer at the encampment, for is he not a gallant volunteer and an officer under Her Majesty, " sworn never to desert his home except in case of in vasion" ! Well, we cannot help these miserable changes in this world, nor the " sawt, sawt tears " of the young ladies as they kiss each other, swearing eternal friendship, and sob good-byes. But if farewell ever sighs, w-elcome comes in smiling. Look ! Cousin Eliza in my arms and a w^arm'kiss taken ! That is the very best of conso lation. Clever, artistic Miss Roxburgh, too, frora Edinburgh ; and then are we not to have our four originals back again, after tw^o long weeks' absence ! It was a fortunate thing that our sad farewells were s6 promptly followed by srailing welcomes. Do any people love their country as passionately as the Scotch ? I mean the earth of it, the very atoms of which its hills and glens are composed. I doubt it. Now here is Maggie, a douse, quick, sensible girl. I tried to say something cheery to her to-day as we w^ere approaching Carlisle, where we were to part, reminding her jokingly that she had received five weeks' coaching while her poor sister BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 151 Eliza would have only two. " Ah ! but she has Scotland, Naig !" " Do you really mean to tell me that you w^ould rather have two weeks in your own country than five weeks seeing a new land, and that land England, with London and Brighton, and the lakes and all ?" I just wish you could have seen and heard how the "Of course" came in reply. The Scotch always have Scotland first in their hearts, and some of thera, I really believe, will get into trouble criticising Paradise if it be found to differ raaterially from Scotland, To-morrow we are to enter that land of lands. Fair England, farewell ! How graciously kind has been the reception accorded by you to the wan derers ! How beautiful you are ! how tenderly dear you have become to all of us ! Not one of us but can close our eyes and revel in such quiet beauty as never before was ours, " Not a grand nature . On English ground You understand the letter . . . ere the fall How Adam lived in a garden. All the fields Are tied up fast with hedges, nosegay like ; The hills are crumpled plains — the plains pastures, And if you seek for any wilderness You find at best a park. A nature Tamed and grown domestic A sweet familiar nature, stealing in As a dog might, or child, to touch your hand. Or pluck your gown, and humbly mind you so Of presence and affection.'' " There is no farewell to scenes like thine." From the depths of every heart in our company comes the trembling " God bless you, England !" OUR COACHING TRIP. SCOTLAND. " Awa}', ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses ! In you let the minions of luxury rove ; Restore me the rocks where the snowflake reposes, Though still they are sacred to freedom and love : Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains. Round their white summits though elements war ; Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth flowing fountains, I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr." It was on Saturday, July i6th, that we went over the border, iNIr. Wilson, the coach-owner, going with us, on his way to his native town. The bridge across the boundary-line was soon reached. When midway over a halt was called, and vent given to our enthusiasm. With three cheers for the land of the heather, shouts of " Scotland for ever," and the waving of hats and handkerchiefs, we dashed across the border. And, oh Scotland, my own, my native land, your exiled son returns with love for you as ardent as ever warmed the heart of raan for his country. It's a God's mercy I was born a Scotchman, for I do not see how I could ever have been contented to be anything else. The little plucky dour deevil, set in her own ways and getting them too, level-headed and shrewd, with an eye to the main chance always and yet so lovingly weak, so fond, so led away by song or story, so easily touched to fine issues, so leal, so true ! Ah ! you suit me, Scotia, and proiid am I that I am your son. . We stopped at Gretna Green, of course, and walked to the site of the famous blacksmith-shop. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 153 v/here so many romantic pairs have been duly joined in the holy bonds of wedlock. A wee laddie acted as guide, and from him we had our first real broad Scotch. His dialect was perfect. He brought wee Davie to mind at once, I offered fiim a shiUing if he could " screed me aff effectual calling," He knew his catechism, but he could not understand it. Never mind that, Davie, that is another matter. Older heads than yours have bothered over that doctrine and never got to the bottom of it. Besides there will be a " revised edition" of that before you are a man. Just you let it alone ; it is the understand ing of that and some other dogmas of poor ignorant man's invention that thin the churches of men who think and " make of sweet religion a rhapsody of words," " But do you ken Burns ?" "Aye, "said Davie, "I ken ' A raan's a man for a' that,' and ' Auld Lang Syne,' " " Good for you, Davie, there's another shilUng, Good-bye ! But I say, Davie, if you can't possibly remember all three of these pieces, don't let it be ' A man's a man for a' that.' that you forget, for Scotchmen will need to re meraber that one of these days when we begin to set things to rights in earnest and demand the same right for prince, peer, and peasant. Don't let it be ' Auld Lang Syne ' either, for there is more of ' Peace and Good-will upon Earth,' the essence of true religion, in that grand song, than in your effectual calling, Davie, my wee mannie. At least there is one who thinks so." Davie got ray address, and said raaybe he would come to America when he grew to be a man. I promised to give hira a chance if he had not forgotten Burns, which is all we TS4 OUR COACHING TRIP. can do in the republic, where merit is the only road to success. We may make a Republican out of him yet, and have him return to his fellows to preach the equality of man, the sermon Scotland needs. We lunched at Annan. It was at first decided that we had better be satisfied with hotel accommoda tions, as the day though fine was cool, with that little nip in the air which gives it the bracing quality ; but after we had entered the hotel the sun burst forth, and the longing for the green fields could not be overcome. We walked through the village across the river, and found a pretty spot in a grove upon high ground commanding extensive views up and down the stream, and there we gave our new raera bers their first luncheon. It would have been a great pity had we missed this picnic, for it was in every respect up to the standard. I laugh as I re call the difficulties encountered in selecting the fine site. The committee had fixed upon a tolerably good location in a field near the river, but this knoll was in sight, and we were tempted to go to it. We had gone so far from the hotel where the coach was, that Perry and Joe had to get a truck to bring the hampers. I remember seeing them pushing it across the bridge and up against the wall over which most of us had clambered. When mother's turn came the wall was found to be rather too much for her, but our managers were versatile. The truck was brought into requisition, and mother having mounted upon it was safely drawn from its platform over the wall. I stood back and could do nothinsr for laughter, but mother, who was not to be daunt ed, went over amid the cheers of the jaarty. It was BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. ^55 resolved, however, to be a Uttle more circumspect in future ; wall-climbing at seventy-one has its limits. Here is the bridge built by that worthy man and excellent representative of what is best in Scottish character in lowly Ufe, James Carlyle — an honest brig destined to stand and never shame the builder. I remember how proudly Carlyle speaks of his fa ther's work. No sham about either the man or his work, as little as there was in his more famous son. Many have Expressed surprise at Carlyle's Remi niscences, at the gnarled, twisted oak they show, prejudiced here, ill-tempered there. What did such people expect, I wonder, A poor, reserved, proud Scotch lad, who had to fight his way against the grim devils of poverty and neglect, of course he is twisted and " thrawn "; but a grand, tough oak for all that, as sound, stanch timber as ever grew, and Scotch to the core. Did any one take you, Thomas Car lyle, for a fine, symmetrical sycamore, or a graceful cUnging vine ? I think the Reminiscences, upon the whole, a valuable contribution to literature. Nor has Carlyle suffered in my estimation from knowing so much of what one might have expected. But will these critics of a grand individuality be kind enough to tell us when we shall look upon his like again, or where is another Jenny Carlyle to come from ? She is splendid ! The Uttle tot who " blooded a laddie's nose" with her closed fist and conquered " the lub- bley jock," This was in her early childhood's days, and look at her woman's work for Carlyle if you want a pattern for wives, my young lady friends, at least as a bachelor pictures wifehood at its best. The story told of Mr, Black's meeting with Car- IS6 OUR COACHING TRIP. lyle should be true, if it be not, " Oh, Mr, Black," exclaimed Carlyle, " I'm glad to see ye, man, I've read some of yer books ; they're veraamusin' ; ye ken Scotch scenery well ; but when are ye goin' to do some wark, man? " Great work did the old man do in his day, no doubt ; but they also work who plant the roses, Thomas, else were we little better than the beasts of the field, Carlyle did not see this. Dumfries, July 16-17. We were at Dumfries for Sunday. We had just got housed at the hotel and sat down to dinner when we heard a vehicle stop, and running to the window saw our anxiously expected Parisians at the door. Hurrah ! welcome ! welcome ! Once more united, never to part again till New York was reached ! It was a happy meeting and there was much to tell upon both sides, but the coachers evidently had the better of it. The extreme heat encountered in France had proved very trying. Jeannie and Ben were tired out, Mr. and Mrs. McCargo looked soraewhat better, for they had been a few days araong Davie's " for bears" in the South of Scotland and had recuper ated. Jeannie vividly expressed her feelings thus, when asked how she had enjoyed life since she left the Ark: "Left the Ark! I felt as if I had been poked out of it like the dove to find out about the weather, and had found it rough. When I lose sight of the coach again just let me know it !" We, on our part, were very glad to get our pretty little dove back, and promised that she should never be sent forth from among us BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 157 again. One becomes confused at Dumfries, there is so much to learn. We are upon historic ground in the fullest sense, and so crowded too with notable men and events, Bruce slew the Red Comyn here in the church of the Minorite Friars ; Admirable Crichton, Paul Jones, Allan Cunningham, Carlyle, Neilson of the Hot Blast, Patterson, founder of the Bank of England, and Miller of the steamship, are all of the district ; and still another, a Scotch minister, was the founder of savings banks. While not forget ting to urge his flock to lay up treasures in another world, he did not fail to impress ujDon them a like necessity of putting by a competence for this one, sensible man ! How many ministers leave behind them as powerful an agency for the improvement of the masses as this Dumfries man, the Rev. Mr. Dun can, has in savings banks ? All the speculative opin ions about the other world which man can indulge in are as nothing to the acquisition of those good, sober, steady habits which render possible upon the part of the wage-receiving class a good deposit in that minister's savings bank. The Rev, Mr. Dun can is my kind of minister, one who works much and preaches Uttle. There is room for more of his kind. It is to Dumfries we are also indebted for the steamship, as far as Britain's share in that crowning triumph is concerned, for upon Dalwinston Lake Miller used the first paddles turned by steam. The great magician also has waved his wand over this district. EUangowan Castle, Dirk Hatteraick's Cave, and even Old ^lortality himself are all of Dumfries ; and as for Burns there is more of his best work there than an \' where else, and there he lies at rest with the IS8 OUR COACHING TRIP. thistle waving over him, fit raourner for Scotland's greatest son, and of all others the one he would have chosen. How he loved it ! Think of his Unes about the emblem dear, written while still a boy, I wanted to stay a week in Dumfries, and I deemed myself fortunate to be able to spend Sunday there. Two Dunfermline gentlemen now resident there, Messrs. Reid and Alston, were kind enough to call upon us and offer their services. This was thoughtful and pleased me much. Accordingly on Sunday morning we started with Mr, Reid and did the town, Maxwelton Braes, Burns's house, and last his grave. None of us had ever been there before, and we were glad to make the pilgrimage, Horace Greeley (how he did worship Burns !) has truly said that of the thousands who yearly visit Shakes peare's birthplace, most are content to engrave their names with a diamond upon the glass, but few indeed leave the resting-place of the ploughman without dropping a tear upon the grave ; for of all men he it was who nestled closest to the bosom of humanity. It is true that of all the children of men Burns is the best beloved, Carlyle knew him well, for he said Burns was the yEolian harp of nature against which the rude winds of adversity h\ew , only to be transmitted in their passage into heavenly music, I think these are the two finest things that have been said about our idol, or about any idol, and I beUeve them to be deserved. So did Carlyle and Greeley, for they were not flatterers. Of what other human being could these two things be truly said ? 1 know of none. Our friends, Mr, and Mrs, Nelson, are the fortu- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 159 nate owners of Friars Carse estate. They called upon us Sunday noon, and invited us to dine with thern that evening, A delegation frora the party accepted, and were much pleased with their visit. Friars Carse is a lovely spot. The winding Nith is seen at its best from the lawn. As we drove past on Monday morning we stopped and enjoyed a morning' visit to our friends, who were exceedingly kind. Mr, Nelson has earned the grateful remem brance of every true lover of Burns by restoring the heritage and guarding with jealous care every vestige of one of the half dozen geniuses which the world will reverence more and more ae the years roll by. He has wisely taken out the window upon the panes of which Burns wrote with a diamond, " Thou whom chance may hitherto lead," one of my favorites. This is now preserved, to be handed down as an heirloom in the family, finally to find its place in some public collection. While we were in the man sion a grand-daughter of Annie Laurie actually came in. I know of no young lady whose grandmother is so widely and favorably known. We were all startled to be brought so near tb the ideal Annie Laurie of our dreams. It only shows that the course of true love never runs sraooth when we hear that she did not raarry the poetic lover. Well, maybe she was happier with a dull country squire. Poets are not proverbially model husbands ; the better poet, the worse husband, and the writer of Annie Laurie had the temperament. pretty well developed. Right, Perry ! We are off for Sanquhar, twenty- eight miles away ; the day superb, with a freshness unknov^n in the more genial south we are rapidly i6o OUR COACHING TRIP. leaving behind. What a pretty sight it was to see Miss Nelson bounding along upon her horse in the distance, an avant courier leading us to a warm welcome at her beautiful home I Would I had been with her on Habeebah ! We spent an hour or two there, and then with three enthusiastic cheers for "Friars Carse and a' within it, " the Charioteers drove off ; but long must fond recollections 'of that estate and of the faces seen there linger in our mem ories as among the most pleaging of our ever-mem orable journey. A home upon the Nith near Dum fries has many attractions indeed. Our drive to-day lay along the Nith and through the Duke of Buc- cleugh's grounds to his noble seat Drumlanrig Cas tle. Here we have a real castle at last, none of your imported English affairs, as tame as caged tigers. How poor and insignificant they all seem to such as this ! You want the moors, the hills and glens, and all the flavor of feudal institutions to give a castle its dignity and impress you with the thoughts of by gone days. Modern castles in England built to order are only playthings, toys ; but in Scotland they are real and stir the chords. You cannot have in England a glen worthy of the name, with its dark amber-brown, foaming, rushing torrent dashing through it. We begin to feel the exhilarating influ ences of the north as w-e drive on, and to understand its charm. Byron says truly : " England I thy beauties are tame and domestic To one who has roamed on the mountains afar. Oh, for the crags that are wild and majestic! The steep frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr." This was the feeling upon the coach to-day. My BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. l6i eyes watered now and then and my heart beat faster as the grandeur of the scenery and the influences around came into play. This was my -land, England only a far-off connection, not one of the family, "And what do you think of Scotland noo ?" was often repeated. " The grandest day yet !" was said more than once as we drove through the glen ; but this has been said so often during this wonderful ex pedition, and has so often been succeeded by a day which appeared to excel its famous predecessor, that we are careful now to emphasize the yet ; for indeed we feel that there is no predicting what glories Scotland has in store for us beyond. Our luncheon to-day was taken upon the banks of the Nith, an exquisitely beautiful spot. There was no repressing our jubilant spirits that day, and sit ting there on Nith's banks the party burst into song, and one Scotch song followed another. There was a strange stirring of the blood, an exaltation of soul unknown before. The pretty had been left behind, the sublime was upon us. There w^as a nip in the air unfelt in the more genial climate of the south. The land over which brooded peace and quiet con tent had been left behind, that of the " mountain and the flood " was here, whispering of its power, sway ing us to and fro and bending us to its mysterious will. In the sough of the wind comes the call of the genii to mount to higher heights, that we may exult in the mysteries of the mountain and the glen, " The steep frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr." Even our songs had the wail of the minor key suggesting the shadows of human life, eras of storm 1 62 OUR COACHING TRIP. and strife, of heroic endurance and of noble sacrifice; the struggle of an overmatched people contending for generations against fearful odds and maintaining through all vicissitudes a distinctively national Ufe. That is what makes a Scotchman proud of this peculiar little piece of earth, and stirs his blood and fills his eyes as he returns to her bosom. I wish poor Ireland could only fight now as Scotland did then. There would soon be an end of the Irish question, for then England would as soon attempt to impose English ideas upon that oppressed land as she would try to force them 'upon Scotland, and she would " as lief face the devil himself " as Scotland upon such an issue, Na, she must be " strokit canny wi' the hair," or there will be trouble, m.ark you ! We rested over Monday night, July i8th, at Sanquhar, a long one-main-street village, whose little inn could not accommodate us all, but the people were kind, and the gentlemen of the party had no cause to complain of their quarters. It was here that the minister absolved the Cameronians from allegiance to "the ungodl}^ king" — a great step. Those sturdy Cameronians probably knew little of Shakespeare, but I fancy the speech of that rebel minister could not have been better ended, or begun either, than with the outburst of Laertes to another wicked king : " I'll not be juggled with . To hell, allegiance !" Bravo ! They would not be juggled with King Charles, neither will their descendants be, if an}"- king hereafter is ever rash enough to try his " impe rial " notions upon them. That day is past, thanks BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. ^i>Z to th3,t good rainister and his Cameronians. I gazed upon the monument erected to these worthies, and gratefully remembered what the world owes to them. We stepped into a stationer's shop there and met a character. One side of the shop was filled with the publications of the Bible Society, the other with drugs. " A strange combination this," I remarked, " Weel, raan, no sae bad, Pheseek for the body an' pheseek for the soul. Castor oil and Bibles no sae bad." Harry and I laughed. "Have you the revised edition here yet ?" I inquired. " Na, na, the auld thing here. Nane of yer new fangled editions of the Scripture for us. But I hear they've shortened the Lord's Prayer, Noo, that's no a bad 'thing for them as hae to get up early in the mornins, " He was an original, and we left his shop smiling at his way of putting things. Scotland is the land of odd characters. Sanquhar, July 8. We are off for Old Cumnock, the entire village seemingly out to see the start. Sanquhar on the moors does not seera to have many attractions, but last evening we had one of our finest walks. There is a fine deep glen hid away between the hills, with a torrent rushing through it, over which bridges have been thrown. We were tempted to go far up the glen. The long gloaming faded away into dark ness and we had a weird stroll home. It was after 164 OUR COACHING TRIP. ten o'clock when we reached the hotel. This* may be taken as a specimen of our evenings ; there is always the long walk in the gloaming after dinner, w^hich may be noted as one of the rare pleasures of the day. Our luncheon to-day could not be excelled, and in some features it was unique. The banks of Douglas Water was the site chosen. The stream divides, and a green island seemed so enchanting that the com mittee set about planning means to cross to it. The steps of the coach formed a temporary bridge over which the ladies were safely conducted, but not without some danger of a spill. As many as thirty school children, then enjoying their summer vaca tion, followed, and after a while ventured to frater nize with us. Such a group of rosy, happy little ones it would be difficult to meet with out of Scot land. Children seem to flourish without care in this climate. The difference between the children of America and Britain is infinitely greater than that between the adults of the two countries. Scotch children learn to pronounce as the EngUsh do in the schools, but in their play the ancient Doric comes out in full force. It is all broad Scotch yet in con versation. This will no doubt change in time, but it seemed to us that so far they have lost: very few of the Scotch words and none of the accent. We asked the group to appoint one of their nuraber to receive some money to buy " svv-eeties" for the party. Jeannie iMorrison was the lassie jDroposed and unanimously chosen. Jeannie w-as in the sixth standard. In answer to an inquiry, it was at first said that no one else of the party was so far ad- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 165 vanced, but a moment's consultation resulted in a prompt correction, and then came : ' ' Aye, .Aggie McDonald is too." But not one of the laddies was beyond the fifth. Well, the women of Scotland always were superior to the men. If a workingman in Scotland does not get a clever managing wife (they are helpmeets there), he never amounts to anything, and many a stupid man pulls up well through the efforts of his wife. It is rauch the sarae as in France. The shyness of these children surprised our Americans much. They could scarcely be induced to partake of cakes and jelly, which must be rare delicacies with them. I created. a laugh by insisting that even after I had been in America several years I was as shy as any of these children. My friends were apparently indisposed to accept such an as sertion entirely, but an appeal to Davie satisfied them of my modesty in early youth. " Ah, tlien !" said Miss ^vlaud. But this was cruel. I can safely appeal to Robert Pitcairn, even if he is a great rail way magnate now, whether he has not a grudge yet for a dinner I made him lose when he was ravenous (as indeed I was myself), because I could not be in duced to eat in a strange house. Mrs. Franciscus knows too, and often speaks of it, that I was the shyest boy she ever had to coax into feeUng at home. We left some rare morsels for these children when they had done cheering us at our departure. I warrant they " were nae blate. " The dear little innocent, happy things ! I wish I could get among them again. What would not one give to get a 1 66 OUR COACHING TRIP. fresh start, to be put back a child again, that he might make such a record as seems possible when looking backward. How many things he would do that he did not do, how many he would not do that he did do ! I sympathize with Faust, the offer was too tempting to be successfully withstood. It always seeras to me that parents and others having charge of (Children might do more than is done to teach them the only means of raaking life worth liv ing, and to point out to them the rocks and eddies from which they themselves have suffered damage in life's passage. With the cheers of the children ringing in our ears we started on our way. While stopping at the inn to return what had been lent us in the way of bas kets, pitchers, etc., a lady drove up in a stylish phae ton, and, excusing herself for intruding, said that a coach w^as so rarely seen in those parts she could not resist asking who we were and whither bound. I gave her all desired information, and asked her to please gratify our ladies by telling in return who she was. " Lady Stuart Monteith," was the reply. She was of the Monteiths of Closeburn Castle, as we 'learned from Mr. Murray, our landlord at Cumnock. The estate will go at her death to a nephew who is farming in America. "VVe thought there must be some good reason why he did not re turn and manage for his aunt, who indeed seems well qualified to raanage for herself. The young exiled heir had our sympathy, but long may it be ere he enters upon Closeburn, for we were all heart ily in favor of a long and happy reign to the pres ent ruler of that beautiful estate. Lady Monteith BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 167 assured us that we w^ould be well taken care of at the Dumfries Arms, and she was right. Mr. Murray and his handsome sisters will long be remerabered as raodel hotel-keepers. They made our stay most agreeable. Mr, Murray took us to the Bowling Green in the evening, and many of our party saw the game for the first time. Great exciteraent prevails when the sides are evenly raatched. It is like the curling pond, a perfect republic. There is no rank upon the ice or upon the green. The postman will berate the provost for bad play at bowls, but touch his hat respectfully to him on the pavement. A man may be even a provost and yet not up to giving them a " Yankee " when called for. We were curious to know what a " Yankee " shot was, for we heard it called for by the captains every now and then. We were told that this was a shot which " knocked all before it, and played the very deevil." That is not bad. While a few of us w-ho had recently seen the land of Burns remained at Cumnock, the reraainder of the party drove to Ayr and saw all the sights there and returned in the evening. Our walks about Cumnock were delightful, and we left Mr. Murray's care with sincere regret. Mr. Wilson was upon his native heath here and did all he could to raake our stay pleasant. Old Cumnock, July ig. Passing out of the town this raorning, we stopped at the prettiest little photographic establishment we had ever seen, and the artist succeeded in taking ex cellent view^s of the coach and party. It was done 1 68 OUR COACHING TRIP. in an instant ; we were taken ere we were aware. A great thing, that new process ; one has not time to look his very w^orst, as sitters usually contrive to do, ladies especially. " Right, Perry ! " and off we drove through the crowd for Douglas. The general manager soon confided to me that for the first time he was dubious about our resting-place. A telegram had been re ceived by him from the landlord at Douglas just be fore starting, stating that his inn w^as full to over flowing with officers of the volunteer regiment en camped there, and that it was simply impossible for him to provide for our party. What was to be done ? It was decided to inform that important personage, mine host, that we were moving upon him, and that if he gave no quarters we should give none either. He must billet us somewhere ; if not, then " A night in Greenwood spent Were but to-morrow's merriment." But we felt quite sure that the town of Douglas would in council assembled extend a warm welcome to the Americans and see us safely housed, even if there was not a hotel in the place. So on we went. While passing through Lugar, a jDretty young miss ran out of the telegraph office, and holding up both hands, caUed : " Stop ! It's no aff yet ! it's no aff yet !" A message was coming for the coaching party. It proved to be from our Douglas landlord, saying. All right ! he would do the best he could for us. When the party was informed how much we had been trusting in providence for the past few hours, such w^as their enthusiasm that some disap- BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 169 pointment was expressed at the assuring character of the telegram. To not know where w^e were going to be all night — maybe to have to Ue in and on the coach — would have been such fun ! " But behind yon hill where Lugar flows," sung by EUza, sounded none the less sweet w-hen we knew we were not likely to have to camp out upon its pretty banks. It is essential for successful happy coaching with ladies that every comfort should be provided. I am satis fied it would never do to risk the weaker sex coach ing in any other land. The extreme comfort of everything here alone keeps thera well and able to stand the gypsy life. We travelled most of the day through the ore lands and among the blast furnaces of the Scotch pig-iron kings, the Bairds. It is not so many years since I raised a laugh at Mr. White- law's table in London by predicting, that the Carne- gies might some day make as much of this necessity of life as they did. In those bygone days none seemed to understand the vast resources of America, or to believe in her manifest destiny ; but Mr. White- law, then M. P. for Glasgow, and one of the Bairds, was one who knew the possibilities of that future better than his guests who laughed. We are ready to challenge thera for a year's run any time now, and we shall beat them next year, syre. To reach Edinburgh we had to drive diagonally eastward across the country, for we had gone to the westward that Dumfries and the Land of Burns might not be raissed. This route took us through less frequented locaUties, off the main lines of travel, but our experience justified us in feeling that this had proved a great advantage, for we 170 OUR COACHING TRIP. saw more of Scotland than we should have done otherwise. Our luncheon to-day was a novel one in some respects. No inn was to be reached upon the moors, and feed for the horses had to be taken with us from Cumnock ; but w^e found the prettiest little wimpling burn, across v/hich a passage was made by throwing in big stones, for the shady dell was upon the far side. The horses were unhitched and allowed to nibble the wayside grass beside our big coach, which loomed up on the moor as if it were double its true size. The thistle and the harebell begin to deck our grassy tables at noon, and fine fields of peas and beans scent the air. All is Scotch ; and oh, that bracing breeze, which cools deliciously the sun's bright rays, confirms us in the opinion that no weather is like Scotch weather, when it is good ; when it is not I have no doubt the sarae opinion is equally correct, but we have no raeans of judging. Scotland smiles upon her guests, and we love her with true devotion in return. " What do you think of Scotland noo?" came often to-day; but words cannot express what we do think of her. In the language of one of our young ladies, " She is just lovely." . The question came up to-day at luncheon, would one ever tire of this gypsy life ? and it was unani mously voted, never ! At least no one could venture to name a time \vhen he would be ready to return to the prosy routine of ordinary existence while we had SLich weather and such company. Indeed, this nomadic life must be the hardest of all to exchange BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 17 1 for city life. It is so diametrically opposed to it in every phase. " If I w^ere not the independent gen tleman I am," says Lamb, " I should choose to be a beggar." " Chapsey me a gypsy," gentle EUa, you could not have known of that life, or perhaps you considered it and the beggar's life identical. But, mark you, there is a difference which is much more than a distinction. A gypsy cannot beg, but he or she tells fortunes, tinkers a little, and deals in horses. Even if he steals a little now and then, I take it he is still within the lines of the profession, while your beggar who does anything in the way of work, or who steals, is no true man. His license is for beg ging only. The gypsy obviously has the wider range, and I say again therefore, " Chapsey rae a gypsy," gentle EUa. We reached pretty Douglas in the evening, and sounded our horn more than usual to apprise mine host that the host was upon him. We were greatly pleased to see him and his good wife standing in the door of the inn with pleasant, smiling faces to greet us. They had arranged everything for our comfort. Many thanks to those gentlemanly officers who had so kindly given up their rooms to accommodate their American cousins. Quarters for the gentlemen had been found in the village, and Joe and Perry and the horses were all well taken care of. Thus we suc cessfully passed through the only occasion where there seemed to be the slightest difficulty' about our resting-place for the night. Douglas is really worth a visit. There lie many generations of the members of that family so npted in Scotland's history. Home Castle, their residence, 172 OUR COACHING TRIP. is a commanding pile seen for many railes up the valley as we approach the town. Our -visit to it was greatly enjoyed, such a pretty w^alk in the Douglas, July 20. Edinburgh, Scotia's darling seat, only forty-four miles distant. All aboard, this pretty morning, for Edinburgh ! " Right, Perry !" and off we went quite early through Douglas, for the capital. Our path was through w^oods for several miles, and we listened to the birds and saw and heard many of the incidents of morn so prettily described by Beattie : "The wild brook babbling down the mountain-side. The lowing herd ; the sheep-foid's simple bell ; The hum of bees, and linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove." It was to be a long day's drive, but an easy one ; only one hill, and then a gradual descent all the way to Edinburgh. So it might have been by the other road, but the milestones which told us so many miles to Edinburgh should also have said : " Take the new road ; this is the old one, over the hills and far away." But they did not, and we could not be wrong, for this was a way if not the way to " Auld Reekie." After all it was one of the richest of our experiences as we look back upon it now. So many hills to walk up and so many to walk down ; so many moors with not a house to be seen, nothing but sheep around us and the lights and shadows of a Scotch sky overhead. But it was grand, and recalled some of Black's wonderful pen pictures. And then we enjoyed the heather which BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 173 we found in its beauty, though scarcely yet tinted with its richest glow of color. About luncheon time we began to look longing ly for the inn which we expected to find, but there was no habitation of any kind to be seen, and we began to suspect that, notwithstanding the mile stones, w^hich stood up and told us the lie which was half the truth (ever the blacker lie), we were not upon the right road to Edinburgh. At this juncture we met a shepherd with his collies, and learnt from him that v,-e w^ere still tw^elve miles from an inn. It was a cool, breezy day ; the air had the " nip" in it which Maggie missed so in England, and we were famishing. There was nothing else to do but to stop where we were, at the pretty burn, aiid tarry there for entertainment for man and beast. As proof of our temperance, please note that the flasks filled with sherry, whiskey, and brandy, at Brighton I believe, as reserve forces for eraergencies, still had plenty in them when called for to-day ; and rarely has a glass of spirits done greater good, the ladies as well as we of the stronger sex feeUng that a glass was necessary to keep off a chill. We were " o'er the moors among the heather" in good ear nest to-day, but how soon we were all set to rights and laughing over our frolic. The shepherd and his dogs lunched with us, and many a glint of Scottish shepherd life did we get from his conversation. He was a happy, contented man, and ever so grateful that he was not condemned to live in a city. He thought such a craraped-up life would soon kill him. Good-bye, • my gentle shepherd and "Tweed" and " Rab," your faithful, sagacious companions. 174 OUR COACHING TRIP. Your life leads to contentment, and where will you find that jewel when you leave mother earth and her products, her heather and her burns, your doggies and your sheep ? Davie, in Andrew Martin's absence, sang us that song whose prettiest verse, though they are all fine, is this : " See yonder paukie shepherd Wha lingers on the hill. His ewes are in the fauld And his sheep are lying still." Softly, softly, pianissimo, rny boy ! These lines must be sung so, not loudly like the other verses. Andrew knows the touch. " But he downa gang to rest. For his heart is in a flame To meet his bonnie lassie. When the kye come hame." And SO we parted from our shepherd, the chorus of our song reaching him over the moors till he fad ed out of sight. I am sure we wish him weel. Hap piness is not all, nor mainly, in the higher walks of Ufe ; and surely in virtue's paths the cottage leaves the palace far behind. Another song followed, which I thought equally appropriate, for it tells us that " Ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew." Ah, the shepherd's drops of the dew of life are often something that princes sigh for in vain. After many miles up and down, we finally reached the top of a hiU from which we saw lying before us, though still fourteen mUes distant, the modern jVthens. There was no mistaking Arthur's Seat, the BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 175 Uon crouching there. " Stop, Perry !" Three times three for the " Queen of the Unconquered North !" " What do you think of Scotland noo ?" Match that city who can ! Not on this planet will you do it, search where you may. It was only a few miles from where we now stood that Fitz Eustace, enraptured with the scene, "And making demi-volte in air, Cried, Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land !" Fight for it ? I guess so, to the death ! Scotland forever ! We were about completing one stage of our jour- ne}-, for Edinburgh had been looked forward to as one of the principal points w^e had to reach, and we were to rest there a few days before marching upon the more ancient metropoUs, Dunfermline. Most of us had been steadily at work since we left Brighton, and the prospect of a few days' respite w^as an ag'ree- able one ; but after all it was surprising how fresh even the ladies were. Miss Roxburgh was here called to the front, along- • side of Perry, to act as guide into and through the city to our hotel in Prince's Street. The enthusiasm grew more and raore intense as we came nearer and fresh views were obtained. There remained one more toll- gate, one of the few which have not yet been abol ished. Joe had as usual gone forward to pay the toll, but the keeper declared she did not know the charge, as never since she kept toll had anything like that — pointing to the coach — passed there. Was it any wonder that we attracted attention during our progress northward ? 176 OUR COACHING TRIP. From one hill-top I caught a sight of the spark ling Forth, and beyond where lay " the dearest spot on earth to m.e." The town could not be seen, but when I was able to cry, " Dunfermline lies there," three rousing cheers were given for the " Auld gray Toon." Edlxburgii, July 21-26. Our route lay through Newington, that we raight leave the young artist at horae. We tried to do it quietly, but our friend Mrs. Hill was out and shak ing hands with us ere we could drive off. Mr. Mac- Gregor ol the Royal had been mindful of us ; a grand sitting-room fronting on Prince's Street and overlooking the gardens gave us the best possible view, the very choice spot of all this choice city. The night was beautiful, and the Ughts from the towering houses of the old town made an illumination as it were in honor of our arrival. That the travellers were deUghted with Edinburgh, that it more than ful filled all expectations, is to say but little ; and those ¦who saw it for the first time felt it to be beyond all that they had imagined. Those of us who knew its picturesque charms were more than ever irapressed v/ith its superiority over all other cities. Take ray word for it, my readers, there is no habitation of human beings in this world as fine in its way, and its way itself is fine, as this the capital of Scotland. The surprise and deUght of my friends gave me much pleasure. Scotland had already won all hearts. They had admired England, but they loved Scotland. Ah, how could they help it ! I loved her too more deeply than ever. BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 177 It is best to disband a large party when in a city possessed of raany and varied attractions, allowing each little group to see the sights in its own way ; assembling, however, at breakfast and dinner, and spendmg the evenings together, recounting the day's adventures. This was the general order issued for Edinburgh, Mother and Miss Franks were the guests of Mrs. D. O. Hill, a Dunfermline bairn of whom we are all proud (a woman who does man's work in marble is something to be proud of) ; so that our hotel party was something of a republic in the absence of the Queen Dowager. The new docks at Leith were opened with much ceremony during our stay, and I took a party of our Edinburgh friends upon the coach to witness the opening. It was not a clear day, meteorologically considered, but nevertheless it was a happy one for the coaching party. Upon our return, a stop at Mr. Nelson's magnificent residence was specially agree able. He and his daughters were most, kind to us while in Edinburgh. Mr, Nelson gave us a rare treat by showing us through their immense printing establishment, where such exquisite things are done, such Easter and Christmas cards, such friendship tokens, and a thousand other lovely forms we had never seen before in their various stages of manu facture. I asked Mr, Nelson what he had to say in reply to the admissions of the leading art authorities of the superiority -of American work in black and white, such as our magazines excel in. He said this could not be questioned ; there was nothing done in Brit- i7S OUR COACHING TRIP. ish publications that equalled the American. The reason he gave furnishes food for thought. I pray you, fellow countrymen, take note of it. Two principal American illustrated magazines. Harper' s and the Century, print each more than one hundred thousand copies, while no British magazine prints half that number. The American publisher can con sequently afford to pay twice as much as the British publisher for his illustrations. If this be the true reason of America's superiority in this respect, and I am sure Mr, Nelson knows what he is stating, then as its population increases more rapidly than the British the difference between their respective publi cations must increase, and finally 'drive the home article into a very restricted position. Pursuing this fact to its logical conclusion, Britain may soon re ceive from her giant child all that is best in any de partment of art which depends upon general support for success. This seems to me to betoken a revolu tion, not as implying the inherent superiority of the American,. but simply flowing from the fact that fifty millions of English-speaking and reading people can afford to spend more for any certain article than thirty-five millions can. That Colonel Mapleson now brings over Her Majesty's Opera Company for the New York season as regularly as he opens his London season, and especially that he makes far more profit out of the former than out of the latter, is another significant fact. That leading actors find a wider field here than at home is stiU another, and even ministers are finding that the caU of the Lord to higher labors and higher salaries often comes from the far side of the Atlantic. Drs. McCosh, Hall, BRIGHTON TO INVERNESS. 179 Ormiston, and Taylor, our leading divines, get treble salaries in the Republic, and are said to be val uable importations. As Mr. Evarts said one night in a post-prandial effort : " They are about the only specimens of ' the cloth ' which is admitted duty free." As long as America sent Britain only pork and cheese and provisions, and such products of the soil, it was all well enough, but if she is beginning to send the highest things of life, the art treasures, which give sweetness and light to human existence, it is somewhat alarming. For my part, I do not like to think that these Americans are to send Britain every good thing, and that the once proud country that led the world. is to stand receiving as it were the crumbs frora this rich land's table. In one depart ment Araerica can be kept second for as long a term as we need trouble about — she has nothing to com pare with the leading EngUsh Reviews. Our genera tion will see no close rival to the Fortnightly or the Nineteenth Century, to Blackwood or Chambers' s Jour nal, or to the Edinburgh or Westminster Review ; although the North American and the International show that even in this race Araerica enters two not indifferent steeds, I raust not forget to mention that the birds in the Century magazine which the Athen