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St. Cross, Winchester.
ON THIS morning of spring,
when the sun, at last, after
many weeks of retirement,
has shown his golden face
above the eastward downs, any city—
even so fair a city as Winchester—
seems for the moment, undesirable.
One seeks instinctively a wider sky
space, hills and meadows, and the flow
of the new-fallen waters for company.
These are In the valley of the Itchen,
writes a correspondent of the Christian
Science Monitor.
Through the cathedral close the
way lies, down the avenue, past the
western door and out before the
spaces of emerald lawn, above which
towers this majestic pile, within whose
walls, and around them, are memoried
so much of England’s history, from
great Alfred and Chnnute, past William
of Wykeham and Wolsey, to the mod
ern men of learning and lawn sleeves.
Beautifully harmonious are the sur
roundings, both in line and color—soft
grays of full round Norman arches,
vivid greens of cloister-garth, blending
with the darker tints of immemorial
yews, and the golden sheen of lichens
upon gnarled tree-trunks. Here are
rich reds and browns, upon the tiled
copings of mossy walls, on barge
boards of ancient gabled roofs and in
the delicate rose-pink network of in
terlacing twigs, through which the
cathedral town is seen. Thus, among
ever-changing charms, you twist and
turn, now round a corner, beneath the
shadow of an arch, now out again into
the full sunlight, before another bend
leads you once more through the pleas
aDt gloom of the eastern gate.
Beside Wykeham’s college, modestly
fronting the road, is a little humble,
buff-colored building, with an oriel
window, and a legend reminding us
that here Jane Austen lived her later
days. Her house, among so many sur
rounding grandeurs, wears—as I sup
pose the writer herself wore—an air
of shy timidity, not without grace in
these, sometimes, too blatant days.
Here are Wykehamists, fresh-faced,
in straw hats, symbolizing a coming
summer, and here, past the gray ruins
of Wolsey castle*—where Mary of
England, before her marriage, feted
her Spanish husband-to-be—are the
fresh green water-meadows of the
Itchen. and beyond, clear-cut against
the skyline, the tree-crested ridge of
St. Catherine's hill, with memories of
King Charles If and of the college’s
"Dulce Domnin.”
The Waters Splash and Bubble.
On either side the meadow path the
waters splash and bubble, swish and
eddy with a music most melodious
and meaningful, even to those un
learned in fish lore. Gray gulls hover,
mirrored in the shining surface, and
linger over it, so as to set one won
dering what lure it was that led them
from their open sea into this inland
Hampshire valley. Down below,
above a sandy bed, the forest of fern
like water weeds bends to the current,
and the minnows—or the minnow-kind
—dart and play about its glades.
Right ahead there is age-long majesty
again—the gabled roofs and towered
church of the Hospital of St. Cross,
embowered in ancestral elms. Here I
sit, upon a white stile, to enjoy a fleet
ing glimpse of a thatched roof, and
watch, across the sliding water-mir
ror, the fringe of pink feathery
^grasses nodding and quivering to the
"breeze.
f I am tempted almost to go into the
hospital, and demand the “Wayfarer’s
Dole”—not that I want the dole—
which, moreover, is meager during
these days—but that it is pleasant to
partake of a charity practiced for so
many centuries by the brethren in red
I and black. Some say—I hardly know
with what truth—that St. Cross is the
hospital in which Anthony Trollope
placed “The Warden” of the novel so
named, and of “Barchester Towers.”
Trollope, in his autobiography names
Salisbury, not ' Win ton, as the city in
which he first conceived the story of
that gentle priest; but, Barsetshire
being a county of his own imagining,
he may well have conjured a little
with English topography. And, think
ing of Trollope—while my eyes linger
upon the crocus-gemmed lawns of St.
Cross, "and the orange-budded chestnut
twigs shiny with flowing sap—how
many others, famous in literature,
have trod these velvet paths, and those
of tiie hills on either hand!
A Goodly Five.
“Old John of Gaunt, time-honored
Lancaster" perhaps, from his place at
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King’s Lambourn; Alexander Pope, a
boy from fair Twyford village, musing
already upon the nature of man; John
Iveble of the “Christian Year,” from
his vicarage at Hursley; John Keats,
from over Hazeley Down, with the
“Ode to Autumn” fashioning itself in
his mind:
Where are the songs of spring—aye
where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy mu
sic, too, t
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying
day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy
hue—
and—matching the best of these in
genius and in charm—the gentle au
thor of “Emma” and “Northanger Ab
-bey”. from her modest home by the
cathedral close. Truly a goodly five!
Hereabouts the path mounts awhile
from the river bed, beside hedges,
that are vocal with the soft flutter of
wings, the fluting of hidden birds, and
the sudden stir and rustle of small
hedgerow life. Drawn by patient
brown ponies, slowly mounting the
hill, come two gypsy-carts, green
painted, from whose rickety chimneys
long wreaths of blue smoke curl up
ward and vanish. The weather-tanned
nomads, each at a horse’s head, the
cheeky, eager-eyed, tangled boys be
hind them, the momentary glimpses of
a “home,” caught through half-open
doors, leave somehow, a sense of al
luring vagabondage.
A moment later I am down in the
valley meadows again, where going is
not easy over those winter sodden
ways. But what matter mud and
water, when every copse is bursting
into leaf, and the young spring carols
in your ears? Even the pink pigs cease
from their nosing on the bank, to gaze
and grunt acquiescence. Two gray
mares cock their ears, and stare; a
speckled trout splashes from under my
very feet, ankle-deep in the. flood that
pours joyously through every water
gate. Across bridge after bridge,
wading rather than walking, I reach
terra firma again, and soon am resting
beneath the big yew tree that stands
beside Twyford church.
MASS OF WONDROUS COLORS
Beauties of Sea-Gardens Along the
Massachusetts Coast Are Almost
Beyond Description.
Along the rocky coast of Nahant,
Mass., the tide, rising and falling
through a distance of nine feet, leaves
as it recedes, quiet pools in the holes
and crevices at the base of the cliffs,
where flourish little worlds of marine
plant sand animals. Of these tide
pools of Nahant, the "Agassiz cave”
contains one of the most beautiful of
the sea-gardens of the northern shore.
Completely covered at high tide, at low
water the mysteries of its recesses are
revealed to wondering human eyes.
Many-colored star-fishes and sea
anemones, gorgeous sea weeds, fragile,
pink-hearted hydroids clustered in
flowed-like masses, delicate pink fronds
of coralline, iridescent, violet-tipped
Irish moss gleaming like jewels in the
sunlight, and velvety green clusters of
sea-lettuce—these are some of the
beauties of the tide-pool. All have
been exactly reproduced in the Arfieri
can museum, under the direction of
Boy W. Miner, associate curator of the
department of invertebrate zoology.
Ended in Smoke.
I was a member of the summer col
ony in a small New England town. We
were Cver in search of novelty, and
toward the end of the season decided
to have a play and give the natives a
treat.
The whole town came out, and (we
thought) were duly impressed. At the
climax the hero stalked in, brandish
ing a document, and, in a dramatic
voice, cried, "I have the papers.” Then
a voice from the back row bellowed,
“I have the makin.’s!” That, of course,
ruined our play.
Needless to say, we attempted no
more dramatics.—Chicago Tribune.
Little Pessimist.
For weeks the weather had been
beautiful, and the morning of the pic
nic there was not a cloud in the sky.
When everjdhing was packed and all
were ready to start, Buddy hurried
Into the house and came out carrying
an umbrella, muttering to himself,
“It’ll be sqre to rain before we gets
back.”
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