Beggars on horseback; a riding tour in North Wales (1895) (14596135747)

Identifier: onhorsebabeggars00rossrich (find matches)
Title: Beggars on horseback; a riding tour in North Wales
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Ross, Martin, 1862-1915 Somerville, E. . (Edith none), 1858-1949
Subjects: Wales, North -- Description and travel
Publisher: Edinburgh, London : W. Blackwood and sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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. We are disposed to deal leniently with an un-successful rival, and inured though Aberglaslynmust now be to picturesque description, we willspare it further adjectives. There was a poorwoman once in the county of Cork who wasshown a dazzling array of wedding - presents.Speech first failed her, and then she said : Motherof God ! its like a circus. Thus, and with sucha humble reverence, do we say of AberglaslynPass, that it is like a circus. There is something at once gallant and touchingabout the way in which the English tourist placeshis hand in that of convention, and is led by her,uncomplaining, through very arid places. Thiselderly generalisation does not, by so much as abackward glance, include Aberglaslyn, with itscliffs and fir-trees, and mountain-sides flushed withblossoming heather; it is for the moment con-centrated upon the grave of Gelert, its railings and BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. 8: little stone pillars, erected possibly by the TownCommissioners to supply a want long felt by
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tourists of an object for a short walk. The selec-tors of the site have been carried away by a 86 BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. sense of fitness probably adhering since the dayswhen they buried their pet rabbits in the back-garden, and, with guileless convention, they haveerected the tomb of Gelert under a tree, a healthyone in the prime of life, standing discreetly andyet conveniently in a roadside field. The senti-ment of the back-garden has been added at a touchby the railing, and the result suffices to the tourist.Forth to it, in duteous pilgrimage, go the bridesand bridegrooms, seeking in the long vague fore-noons of holiday for some occupation that shallsavour of the compulsory, and at all events makethem glad to get home again for luncheon. Themile of road between Gelerts grave and his villagewas punctuated with the newly married ; and, evenat the risk of supporting another conventionality,it must be recorded that the distance that separatedeach bride from her groom was noticeable, and