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built old fashioned like the first ones ever used are fast, the  trains going usually at the  rate of sixty miles per hour. I was very much pleased with the appearance of the country in England. Although there is none of that beautifully wild scenery we have in America yet the highly cultivated fields & grand old forests are very fine. As the forests usually along to the great estates of course wood a [[strikethrough]] n [[/strikethrough]] timber is scarce & the houses are  all built of brick or stone & the [[strikethrough]] ee [[/strikethrough]] fences are always hedges, generally of hawthorn, and their green lines streak the hills. The first thing that attracted my notice when I arrived in London was the great multitude of chimneys. [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] They are made of pottery and are arranged very close together in rows &  each house looks as though it was [[strikethrough] e [[/strikethrough]] decked with hundreds of them. The houses are very dingy & the sir is always filled with smoke. Sometimes it is almost stifling. I  wonder at the people enjoying as good health in London as they do. The first object of interest I visited in London was the British museum, & there I saw the first antique statuary I ever saw in my life. In america we only  have plaster casts from the Antique & I was immediately filled with wonder on first beholding the great originals. The British Museum has a large collection of antiques yet but a few of the most celebrated one. There are more in Paris. The next great object of interest I visited was Westminster Abbey. I was never more interested in my life. I there saw the tombs of all the most illustrious men & women of England from her  earliest history to the present. I stood by the  tomb of Fox, Pitt & Burke, of Shakespeare Dryden & the immortal Bards in the [[strikethrough]] Poets Corner [[/strikethrough]] "Poets corner". I never can forget the peculiar thrill of emotion that passed over me while standing among the tombs of the great  "Crowned Heads" & hearing the chimes from the grand old tower above me peal forth as solemnly yet musically & sing through those dingy  halls while I gazed upon the effigies of the dead Kings that lay prostrate upon their tombs about me. I cannot describe the sensations of that moment. If I had immediately returned to America the remembrance of my visit there would simply compensated me for my trouble in crossing the ocean. In ext visited the Tower which next to the Abbey is the