AWAY TO WESTMORLAND _ 63 
f those words last August at Milnthorpe. Those 
aancashire lads and lassies on their way to Lake- 
ind seemed to be rapidly re-acquiring the art 
f smiling. Merry England was, I thought, 
ecovering itself. May the diagnosis be correct. 
Aay it be richly confirmed, for ever and a day ! 
One feature will inevitably impress the visitor 
9 Milnthorpe and its neighbourhood. In the 
hurch, as in the churches of Beetham—where 
1e roses were rioting—and of Heversham, was a 
oll of honour, telling how the lads had squared 
heir shoulders, put on their packs, and gone— 
one to the happy warriors’ everlasting reward. 
“hese three scrolls of history meet the eye 
traightway, and compel, if not a military salute 
1ow reverent is that military salute given by 
arviving comrades, who have been through the 
ghting themselves), then a baring of the head, 
r at all events an eloquent pause. In all my 
randerings in England I saw no tribute to the 
eloved dead more beautifully paid. This simple 
ommemoration, majestic in its meaning, thus 
uried out in the churchyards of three parish 
hurches, all within a radius of a few miles, must 
elp to impress the minds of generations to come. 
* * * * * 
On the Bela the trout were rising. They were, 
ideed. But that does not mean they found 
aeir way into the creel. It was in the early part 
f August, a time when trout are not responsive. 
“his does not necessarily imply that the Miln- 
horpe fish were sluggish. On the contrary, they 
