Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 22, August, 1878Various
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Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 22, August, 1878
Various
Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- Periodicals
I spoke at the beginning of these remarks of the brilliant impressions
to be gathered during a couple of days' stay at Aldershot, and I have
delayed much too long to attempt a rapid and grateful report of them.
But I reflect that such a report, however friendly, coming from a
visitor profoundly uninitiated into the military mystery, can have but
a relative value. I may lay myself open to contempt, for instance,
in making the simple remark that the big parade held in honor of the
queen's birthday, and which I went down more particularly to see,
struck me, as the young ladies say, as perfectly lovely. I will
nevertheless hazard this confession, for I should otherwise seem
to myself to be grossly irresponsive to a delightful hospitality.
Aldershot is a very charming place--an example the more, to my sense,
if examples were needed, of the happy variety of this wonderful little
island, its adaptability to every form of human convenience. Some
twenty years ago it occurred to the late prince consort, to whom so
many things occurred, that it would be a good thing to establish a
great camp. He cast his eyes about him, and instantly they rested upon
a spot as perfectly adapted to his purpose as if Nature from the first
had had an eye to pleasing him. It was a matter of course that the
prince should find exactly what he looked for. Aldershot is at but
little more than an hour from London--a high, sunny, breezy expanse
surrounded by heathery hills. It offers all the required conditions
of liberal space, of quick accessibility, of extreme salubrity, of
contiguity to a charming little tumbled country in which the troops
may indulge in ingenious imitations of difficult man[oe]uvres; to
which it behooves me to add the advantage of enchanting drives and
walks for the entertainment of the impressible visitor. In winter,
possibly, the great circle of the camp is rather a prey to the
elements, but nothing can be more agreeable than I found it toward
the end of May, with the light fresh breezes hanging about, and the
sun-rifts from a magnificently cloudy sky lighting up all around the
big yellow patches of gorse.
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