Yes, it rousted up sights of emotions in me.
Another thing that endeared York to me: here in this city wuz Christmas celebrated for the first time by King Arthur, fourteen hundred years ago.
That sentinul twelve or fourteen hundred years ago.
I don’t spoze he ever gin a thought at that time of what a train of turkeys, Christmas presents, trees, plum puddin’s, bells, stockin’s, Santa Clauses, etc., etc., etc., would foller on his wake. But it wuz a good idee, and he wuz quite a likely creeter—buildin’ up the meetin’-housen the Saxons had destroyed.
Wall, we thought we would leave the Cathedral, or Minster, as they call it for the last. And anon we see a almost endless procession of anteek gate-ways, and housen, museums, churches, the ruined cloisters of St. Leonard founded by Athelstane the Saxon, and the ruins of St. Mary’s Abbey, with its old Norman arch and shattered walls.
But from most every part of the city where we might be we could see the Cathedral towerin’ up above us, some like a mountain of sculptured turrets and towers. And anon we found ourselves within its walls, and its magnificent and grand beauty almost struck us dumb with or.
The guide said that it wuz the most gorgeous and beautiful in the world. But I considered it safe to add a word to his description, which made it one of the most gorgeous and magnificent cathedrals in the world—and that I spoze is true.
It wuz about two hundred years a-buildin’, and I don’t believe there is a carpenter in Jonesville that could have done it a day sooner. Seth Widrick is a swift worker on housen, but I believe Seth would have been a week or two over that time at the job.
The guide said that it wuz 500 and 24 feet long, and 250 feet broad—24 feet longer than St. Paul’s Cathedral in London, and 145 feet longer than Westminster Abbey, and the most magnificent minster in the world. The greatest beauty of the hull interior is, I spoze, the immense east winder. Imagine a great arched winder 75 feet high and 30 feet broad all aglow and ablaze with the most magnificent stained-glass. A multitude of saints, angels, priests, etc., all wrought in glass, the colors of which are so soft and glowin’, so harmonious, that they can’t be reproduced in this day by the most cunnin’ workmen; the secret is lost.