route, for he isn’t here. If he has come over for the purpose of sketching, he wouldn’t stop at sketching one cathedral. Perhaps he began at the other end and worked down to Winchester. Yes, that must be it, for the Ems sailed yesterday from Southampton. * * * June 2. We intended to go to Stonehenge this morning, but it rained, so we took a “growler” and went to the Earl of Pembroke’s country place to see the pictures. Had a delightful morning with the magnificent antiques, curios, and portraits. The Van Dyck room is a joy forever. There were other visitors; nobody who looked especially interesting. Don’t like Salisbury so well as Winchester. Don’t know why. We shall drive this afternoon, if it is fair, and go to Wells to-morrow. Must read Baedeker on the bishop’s palace. Oh dear! if one could only have a good time and not try to know anything! Memoranda: This cathedral has the highest spire. Remember: Winchester, longest nave; Salisbury, highest spire. The Lancet style is those curved lines meeting in a rounding or a sharp point like this [Drawing like two very circular n’s next to each other] and then joined together like this: [Drawing like \/\/\/] the way they used to scallop flannel petticoats. Gothic looks like triangles meeting together in various spots and joined with beautiful sort of ornamented knobs. I think I know Gothic when I see it. Then there is Norman, Early English, fully developed Early English, Early and Late Perpendicular, and Transition. Aunt Celia knows them all apart. HE Salisbury, June 3 The Red Lion. Salisbury I went off on a long tramp this afternoon, and coming on a pretty river flowing through green meadows, with a fringe of trees on either side, I sat down to make a sketch. I heard feminine voices in the vicinity, but, as these are generally a part of the landscape in the tourist season, I paid no special notice. Suddenly a dainty patent-leather shoe floated towards me on the surface of the stream. It evidently had just dropped in, for it was right side up with care, and was disporting itself right merrily. “Did ever Jove’s tree drop such fruit?” I quoted, as I fished it out on my stick; and just then I heard a distressed voice saying,
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