LITTLE TRAVELS AND ROAD-SIDE SKETCHES. I. FROM RICHMOND IN SURREY TO BRUSSELS IN BELGIUM. I QUITTED "The Rose Cottage Hotel" at Richmond, one of the comfortablest, quietest, cheapest, neatest little inns in England, and a thousand times preferable, in my opinion, to "The Star and Garter,' whither, if you go alone, a sneering waiter, with his hair curled, frightens you off the premises; and where, if you are bold enough to brave the sneering waiter, you have to pay ten shillings for a bottle of claret; and whence, if you look out of the window, you gaze on a view which is so rich that it seems to knock you down with its splendor- a view that has its hair curled like the swaggering waiter: I say, I quitted "The Rose Cottage Hotel" with deep regret, believing that I should see nothing so pleasant as its gardens, and its veal cutlets, and its dear little bowlinggreen, elsewhere. But the time comes when people must go out of town, and so I got on the top of the omnibus, and the carpet-bag was put inside. If I were a great prince, and rode outside of coaches (as I should if I were a great prince), I would, whether I smoked or not, have a case of the best Havannas in my pocket - not for my own smoking, but to give them to the snobs on the coach, who smoke the vilest cheroots. They poison the air with the odor of their filthy weeds. A man at all easy in his circumstances would spare himself much annoyance by taking the above simple precaution. A gentleman sitting behind me tapped me on the back, and asked for a light. He was a footman, or rather valet. He had no livery, but the three friends who accompanied him were tall men in pepper-and-salt undress jackets, with a duke's coronet on their buttons. After tapping me on the back, and when he had finished his cheroot, the gentleman produced another wind instrument, which he called a "kinopium," a sort of trumpet, on which he showed a great inclination to play. He began puffing out of the ་་ kinopium" a most abominable air, which he said was "The Duke's March." It was played by particular request of one of the pepper-andsalt gentry. The noise was so abominable that even the coachman objected (although my friend's brother footmen were ravished with it), and said that it was not allowed to play toons on his 'bus. "Very well," said the valet, "we're only of the Duke of B- -'s establishment, THAT'S ALL." The coachman could not resist that appeal to his fashionable feelings. The valet was allowed to play his infernal kinopium, Alas! these are the dog-days. Many dogs are abroad — snarling dogs, biting dogs, envious dogs, mad dogs; beware of exciting the fury of such with your flaming red velvet and dazzling ermine. It makes ragged Lazarus doubly hungry to see Dives feasting in cloth-of-gold; and so if I Si and the poor fellow (the coachman), | of velvet and ermine even in the dogwho had lived in some private fami- days. lies, was quite anxious to conciliate the footmen" of the Duke of B.'s establishment, that's all," and told several stories of his having been groom in Captain Hoskins's family, nephew of Governor Hoskins; which stories the footmen received with great contempt. The footmen were like the rest of were a beauteous duchess the fashionable world in this respect.lence, vain man! Can the Queen I felt for my part that I respected herself make you a duchess? them. They were in daily commu- content, then, nor gibe at thy betters nication with a duke! They were of "the Duke of B- -'s establishnot the rose, but they had lived beside ment that's all." it. There is an odor in the English aristocracy which intoxicates plebeians. I am sure that any commoner in England, though he would die rather than confess it, would have a respect for those great big hulking Duke's footmen. 1 duchess: 48 commoners. If I were a duchess of the present day, I would say to the duke my noble husband, "My dearest grace, I think, when I travel alone in my chariot from Hammersmith to London, I will not care for the outriders. In these days, when there is so much poverty and so much disaffection in the country, we should not éclabousser the canaille with the sight of our preposterous prosperity." But this is very likely only plebeian envy, and I dare say if I were a lovely duchess of the realm, I would ride in a coach-and-six, with a coronet on the top of my bonnet and a robe | Be On board "The Antwerpen," off everywhere. We have bidden adieu to Billings. gate, we have passed the Thames Tunnel; it is one o'clock, and of course people are thinking of being hungry. What a merry place a steamer is on a calm sunny summer forenoon, and what an appetite every one seems to have! We are, I assure you, no less than 170 noblemen and gentlemen together, pacing up and down under the awning, or lolling on the sofas in the cabin, and hardly have we passed Greenwich when the feeding begins. The company was at the brandy and soda-water in an instant (there is a sort of legend that the beverage is a preservative agains sea-sickness), and I admired the pen. etration of gentlemen who partook of the drink. In the first place, the steward will put so much brandy into the tumbler that it is fit to choke you; and, secondly, the soda-water, being kept as near as possible to the boiler of the engine, is of a fine wholesome heat when presented to the hot and thirsty traveller. Thus he is prevented from catching any sudden cold which might be dangerous to him. The forepart of the vessel is crowd.. ed to the full as much as the genteeler quarter. There are four carriages, each with piles of imperials and aristocratic gimcracks of travel, under the wheels of which those personages have to clamber who have a mind to look at the bowsprit, and perhaps to smoke a cigar at ease. The carriages overcome, you find yourself confronted by a huge penful of Durham oxen, lying on hay, and surrounded by a barricade of oars. Fifteen of these horned monsters maintain an incessant mooing and bellowing. Beyond the cows come a heap of cotton-bags, beyond the cotton-bags more carriages, more pyramids of travelling trunks, and valets and couriers bustling and swearing round about them. And already, and in various corners and niches, lying on coils of rope, black tar-cloths, ragged cloaks, or hay, you see a score of those dubious fore-cabin passengers, who are never shaved, who always look unhappy, and appear getting ready to be sick. At one, dinner begins in the aftercabin -boiled salmon, boiled beef, boiled mutton, boiled cabbage, boiled potatoes, and parboiled wine for any gentlemen who like it, and two roast-ducks between seventy. After this, knobs of cheese are handed round on a plate, and there is a talk of a tart somewhere at some end of the table. All this I saw peeping through a sort of meat-safe which ventilates the top of the cabin, and very happy and hot did the people seem below. "How the deuce can people dine at such an hour? say several genteel fellows who are watching the manoeuvres. "I can't touch a morsel before seven." But somehow at half-past three o'clock we had dropped a long way down the river. The air was delightfully fresh, the sky of a faultless cobalt, the river shining and flashing like quicksilver, and at this period steward runs against me bearing two great smoking dishes covered by two great glistening hemispheres of tin. "6 Fellow," says I, "what's that? He lifted up the cover: it was ducks and green pease, by jingo! "What! haven't they done yet the "Have greedy creatures? "I asked. the people been feeding for three hours? 'Law, bless you, sir, it's the second dinner. Make haste, or you won't get a place." At which words a genteel party, with whom I had been conversing, instantly tumbled down the hatchway, and I find myself one of the second relay of seventy who are attacking the boiled salmon, boiled beef, boiled cabbage, &c. As for the ducks, I certainly had some pease, very fine yellow stiff pease, that ought to have been split before they were boiled; but, with regard to the ducks, I saw the animals gobbled up before my eyes by an old widow lady and her party just as I was shrieking to the steward to bring a knife and fork to carve them. The fellow! (I mean the widow lady's whiskered companion) I saw him eat pease with the very knife with which he had dissected the duck! After dinner (as I need not tell the keen observer of human nature who peruses this) the human mind, if the body be in a decent state, expands into gayety and benevolence, and the intellect longs to measure itself in friendly converse with the divers intelligences around it. We ascend upon deck, and after eying each other for a brief space and with a friendly modest hesitation, we begin anon to converse about the weather and other profound and delightful themes of English discourse. We confide to each other our respective opinions of the ladies round about us. Look at that charming creature in a pink bonnet and a dress of the pattern of a Kilmarnock snuff-box: a stalwart Irish gentleman in a green coat and bushy red whiskers is whispering something very agreeable into her ear, as is the wont of gentlemen of his nation; for her dark eyes kindle, her red lips open and give an opportunity to a dozen beautiful pearly teeth to display themselves, and glance brightly in the sun; while round the teeth and the lips a number of lovely dimples make a more intelligible way. Perhaps it is as well for him to be quiet, and not chatter and gesticulate like those Frenchmen a few yards from him, who are chirping over a bottle of champagne. their appearance, and her whole countenance assumes a look of perfect health and happiness. See her companion in shot silk and a dove-colored parasol; in what a graceful Watteaulike attitude she reclines. The tall courier who has been bouncing about There is, as you may fancy, a numthe deck in attendance upon these la- ber of such groups on the deck, and a dies (it is his first day of service, and pleasant occupation it is for a lonely he is eager to make a favorable im- man to watch them and build theories pression on them and the lady's upon them, and examine those two maids too) has just brought them personages seated cheek by jowl. from the carriage a small paper of One is an English youth, travelling sweet cakes (nothing is prettier than for the first time, who has been hard to see a pretty woman eating sweet at his Guide-book, during the whole biscuits) and a bottle that evidently journey. He has a "Manuel du contains Malmsey madeira. How Voyageur" in his pocket: a very daintily they sip it; how happy they pretty, amusing little oblong work it seem; how that lucky rogue of an is too, and might be very useful, if Irishman prattles away! Yonder is the foreign people in three languages, a noble group indeed: an English among whom you travel, would but gentleman and his family. Chil- give the answers set down in the dren, mother, grandmother, grown-up book, or understand the questions daughters, father, and domestics, you put to them out of it. The twenty-two in all. They have a table other honest gentleman in the fur to themselves on the deck, and the cap, what can his occupation be? consumption of eatables among them We know him at once for what he is. is really endless. The nurses have "Sir," says he, in a fine German acbeen bustling to and fro, and bring- cent, "I am a brofessor of languages, ing, first, slices of cake; then dinner; and will gif you lessons in Danish, then tea with huge family jugs of Swedish, English, Bortuguese, Spanmilk; and the little people have been ish, and Bersian.' Thus occupied in playing hide-and-seek round the deck, meditations, the rapid hours and the coquetting with the other children, rapid steamer pass quickly on, The and making friends of every soul on sun is sinking, and, as he drops, the board. I love to see the kind eyes ingenious luminary sets the Thames of women fondly watching them as on fire several worthy gentlemen, they gambol about; a female face, watch in hand, are eagerly examining be it ever so plain, when occupied in the phenomena attending his disapregarding children, becomes celestial pearance, -rich clouds of purple and almost, and a man can hardly fail to gold, that form the curtains of his bed, be good and happy while he is look-little barks that pass black across his ing on at such sights. 'Ah, sir!" says a great big man, whom you would not accuse of sentiment," I have a couple of those little things at home; and he stops and heaves a great big sigh and swallows down a half tumbler of cold something and water. We know what the honest fellow means well enough. He is saying to himself, "God bless my girls and their mother!" but, being a Briton, is too manly to speak out in disc, his disc every instant dropping nearer and nearer into the water. "There he goes!" says one sagacious observer. 'No, he doesn't," cries another. Now he is gone, and the steward is already threading the deck, asking the passengers, right and left, if they will take a little supper. What a grand object is a sunset, and what a wonder is an appetite at sea! Lo! the horned moon shines pale over Margate, and the red bea con is gleaming from distant Rams- elegant meal, are taken in the River gate pier. A great rush is speedily made for the mattresses that lie in the boat at the ship's side; and as the night is delightfully calm, many fair ladies and worthy men determine to couch on deck for the night. The proceedings of the former, especially if they be young and pretty, the philosopher watches with indescribable emotion and interest. What a number of pretty coquetries do the ladies perform, and into what pretty attitudes do they take care to fall! All the little children have been gathered up by the nursery-maids, and are taken down to roost below. Balmy sleep seals the eyes of many tired wayfarers, as you see in the case of the Russian nobleman asleep among the portmanteaus; and Titmarsh, who has been walking the deck for some time with a great mattress on his shoulders, knowi: full well that were he to relinquish it for an instant, some other person would seize on it, now stretches his bed upon the deck, wraps his cloak about his knees, draws his white cotton nightcap tight over his head and ears; and, as the smoke of his cigar rises calmly upwards to the deep sky and the cheerful twinkling stars, he feels himself exquisitely happy, and thinks of thee, my Juliana! Why people, because they are in a steam-boat, should get up so deucedly early I cannot understand. Gentlemen have been walking over my legs ever since three o'clock this morning, and, no doubt, have been indulging in personalities (which I hate) regarding my appearance and manner of sleeping, lying, snoring. Let the wags laugh on; but a far pleasanter occupation is to sleep until breakfast-time, or near it. The tea, and ham and eggs, which, with a beef-steak or two, and thrée or four rounds of toast, form the component parts of the above-named Scheldt. Little neat, plump-looking churches and villages are rising here and there among tufts of trees and pastures that are wonderfully green. To the right, as "The Guide Booki says, is Walcheren: and on the left Cadsand, memorable for the English expedition of 1809, when Lord Chatham, Sir Walter Manny, and Henry Earl of Derby, at the head of the English gained a great victory over the Flemish mercenaries in the pay of Philippe of Valois. The cloth-yard shafts of the English archers did great execution. Flushing was taken, and Lord Chatham returned to England, where he distinguished himself greatly in the debates on the American war, which he called the brightest jewel of the British crown. You see, my love, that, though an artist by profession, my education has by no means been neglected; and what, indeed, would be the pleasure of travel, unless these charming historical recollections were brought to bear upon it? Antwerp. As many hundreds of thousands of English visit this city (I have met at least a hundred of them in this halfhour walking the streets, "Guidebook" in hand), and as the ubiquitous Murray has already depicted the place, there is no need to enter into a long description of it, its neatness, its beauty, and its stiff antique splendor. The tall pale houses have many of them crimped gables, that look like Queen Elizabeth ruffs. There are as many people in the streets as in London at three o'clock in the morning; the market-women wear bonnets of a flower-pot shape, and have shining brazen milk-pots, which are delightful to the eyes of a painter. Along the quays of the lazy Scheldt are innumerable good-natured groups of beer-drinkers (small-beer is the most good-natured drink in the world); along the barriers outside of the town, and by the glistening canals, are more beer-shops, and more beer |