But I waved off that idee, but couldn’t wave it fur, for the beer cellars wuz a sight to behold. They must have been drunk a good deal of the time, jedgin’ from the accommodations for drinkin’.
Up the massive stun stairway we went into another big room, used as a dinin’-room by the later occupants of the Hall.
Here over the fireplace are the royal arms, and under them, in old English letters, the motto—
“Drede God, and honor the king.”
Goin’ up six heavey, oak, semicircular steps, we go into the ball-room, over a hundred feet long, with great bay-winders, out of which you see picters more beautiful than any that could be painted by the hand of man—perfect landscape of quiet country, silvery stream, rustic bridges, grand old parks, and the spire of the church from the distant village pintin’ up to the blue sky.
Then through other rooms with Gobelin tapestry on the walls, still holdin’ skripteral stories in its ancient folds.
Then through other rooms that are modern compared with the others, and have been used in the present century. Here, agin, in one of ’em we see Gobelin tapestry drapin’ the State bed.
Follerin’ the guide through a anty-room we come out into the garden on Dorothy Vernon’s Walk.
Under the tapestry is concealed doors and passages, as the guide showed us by pushin’ the folds aside, through which many a man or woman, drove by Fear or Love, or some other creeter, had rushed for refuge or secret meetin’.
The garden of Haddon Hall is picturesque and beautiful in the extreme.