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Title: Travels in Europe and the East : a year in England, Scotland, Ireland...
Year: 1855 (1850s)
Authors: Prime, Samuel Irenæus, 1812-1885
Subjects: Europe -- Description and travel Middle East -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York : Harper
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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the fare Avasonly six shillings of your money each way, while thefare in the same class cars, from Portsmouth to Lon-don, just two-thirds the distance, is three times asmuch, eighteen shillings, and the run is made in noless time. He was a fine specimen of a Yankee forasking questions, and but for his swearing and badgrammar, I should have thought he had taken lessonsin the matter of catechising strangers from some of themen that English travellers encounter in the States.We rushed on rapidly through quiet villages andwell-tilled fields, and stopped at Winchester, the chieftown on the road to London. And a city it is whichwell repays the traveller w^ho lingers here for a fewhours. It recalls his early Enghsh history. He findsthat here lie the bones of Alfred the Great, and of thefamous Canute, who reproved his courtiers for theirflattery by being seated on the sea-shore at Southamp-ton, not far from here, and rebuking the waves wliichpaid no attention to his commands. Part of a castle
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MOKUMtJiT OK \VILi.l.ViX KUrUS. GOING UP TO LONDON. 51 New Forest. The cloud. built by William the Conqueror still remains. HereWilliam Rufus was crowned, and Richard Coeur-de-Lion a second time, when he returned from the Cru-sades. The old Cathedral is a dramatic poem, but Ihave no time to pause and recite it. I would ratherleave it, and di-ive out to the New Forest, nearly fiftymiles in chcuit, turned into a wilderness by Williamthe Conqueror, who destroyed villages, and sent thepeople adrift, that he might make a hunting ground.The Duke of Sutherland did the same thing but a fewyears ago with his tenants, and made a sheep pastureof the fields on which successive generations of piousmen had lived and died. In this forest William Kufas was shot in the heartby a stray arrow, as he was hunting, and a monumentis raised to mark the spot, now that the old oak underwhich he was found has perished. We pressed on toLondon. We were impatient to see it. Yet we won-dered, as we drew nigh, that

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