CHICHESTER, Tuesday, May 13th, 1873.
—Nice service at the cathedral at 10. Miss Durnford took me about the enchanting garden, all sweet and old and peaceful ; and to the top of the Tower, whence the views of the quiet, red-tiled town, green blossoming fields and orchards and woods, Goodwood hills, the Channel and the faint blue Isle of Wight, were delightful and intensely English. Somehow this sort of sight always gives me a strong sense of the healthiness and peace of England, with her Church and her home life deep-rooted in the hearts of her people ; and all notion of disestablishment or revolution seems a perverse dream. How unlike Ireland!
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