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    A WEEK IN SCOTLAND. 187

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    A —. ~* You Need Not Be Afraid, Dear Rea...

    tlier solace whereof I bought a Dispatch , which I diligently studied for tlie first hourwith the intention to post the same from Carlisle

    to a friend whose , continental sympathies possess the extraordinary merit , of originality , inasmuch as he does not sympathise with

    Garibaldi ! ( For my part I find him quite refreshing—meaning * , not Garibaldibut dissonant friend . ) But I am bound to declare

    that I found , the my Dispatch of the 22 nd of September so horribly democraticso exceedinlvicious on everything and everybody

    connected with , " the days gy that are no more , " that I actually _concluded my friend would take it as a personal insult , and determined

    not to send it to him . Having- comforted myself with this cheerful and peaceable and

    Christian literature as far as Rugby , I found we had left the main line pastures of commerce of Tamworth , and were and diverg Lichfield ing far . What to the a ri fair ght , fiat amids Eng t land the green it is !

    How . warm and snug she looks as we roll from village to village , from one little red brick town to another . It was at Tamworth that

    our last great statesman loved to dwell : though it was not at Dton Manor that " Sir Robert" was brought home to die . It

    was ray at Lichfield that Dr . Johnson first saw the light : his father kept a bookseller's shoas one very well knows ; but

    everybody may not remember p , " Mrs every . Elizabeth Blaney , " who followed Michael Johnson from Teakin Staffordshirewhere he served his

    apprenticeship , took lodgings o , pposite his house , , and , in the language of those exhaus of " offered a " days ted generous " to , " m indul arry died humani ged her her j t " y w , but " hop as hearing " b eless it uried was flame of too her . L " late ic p h li Michael field , ght her , w Ca v en it t Johnson al hedral t power across , , with _toas and full

    ,, this affecting epitaph—HJGKELIES THE BODY OF

    MBS . ELIZABETH _BLAKEY , A STRANGER I SHE DEPARTED THIS JLIFE 20 TH OF SEPTEMBER , 1694 .

    Oh traveller ! journeying rapidly by express over the obliterated that ber counties It that Palmer was every whose at . Rugel ran town very his y , has names ill sma career yet ll and its are history unmarked quiet at Stafford , , w ith on ev he a ery a squar was railway ham tried e le church t map it and s romance , reme toward towe m - , !

    Stafford the eyes and ears of ; all the kingdom turned , . It is recognised and quiet began enoug discoursin association h to-day . g th on It at the was the death Vice perhaps -President rate owing of different here to some roused localities subtle himself , and un- ,

    the lating I had wonderful p the lenary effects p powers owers of certain , conferred I would remedies con by trac mo . t dern to Said diminish sanitary the Yice the science -President death of rat calcu , e "If of

    my certain paving localities , and in my a building given time and by my so much ventil per ating cent , would . My tell drains on the nd

    A Week In Scotland. 187

    A WEEK IN SCOTLAND . 187

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Nov. 1, 1860, page 187, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01111860/page/43/