﻿THROUGH 
  THE 
  HEART 
  OF 
  ENGLAND 
  IN 
  A 
  CANOE 
  

  

  491 
  

  

  Photograph 
  from 
  "Topical," 
  © 
  Central 
  Aerophoto 
  Co.. 
  Ltd. 
  

   WHERE 
  PREMIER 
  LLOYD 
  GEORGE 
  SPENDS 
  HIS 
  WEEK-ENDS 
  

   An 
  airplane 
  view 
  of 
  "Chequers' 
  Court," 
  Buckinghamshire, 
  in 
  the 
  heart 
  of 
  England. 
  

  

  really 
  the 
  property 
  of 
  the 
  world, 
  rather 
  

   than 
  of 
  a 
  single 
  nation. 
  It 
  is 
  impossible 
  

   in 
  so 
  short 
  an 
  article 
  to 
  give 
  more 
  than 
  

   a 
  cursory 
  glance 
  at 
  its 
  many 
  beauties. 
  It 
  

   should 
  be 
  remembered 
  that, 
  with 
  Cam- 
  

   bridge, 
  it 
  is 
  the 
  only 
  example 
  remaining 
  

   of 
  a 
  university 
  with 
  a 
  tradition 
  of 
  com- 
  

   munal 
  living 
  in 
  colleges, 
  independent 
  of 
  

   the 
  university 
  organization, 
  which 
  goes 
  

   back 
  hundreds 
  of 
  years 
  (see 
  page 
  488). 
  

  

  The 
  city 
  is 
  a 
  living 
  link 
  with 
  what- 
  

   ever 
  is 
  or 
  has 
  been 
  best 
  in 
  English 
  life 
  

   through 
  the 
  ages, 
  and 
  forms 
  in 
  itself 
  an 
  

   epitome 
  of 
  English 
  social 
  and 
  national 
  

   history. 
  

  

  Even 
  the 
  most 
  hurried 
  glance 
  at 
  the 
  

   portraits 
  lining 
  the 
  college 
  dining 
  halls 
  

   will 
  show 
  the 
  truth 
  of 
  this 
  statement. 
  

   From 
  Wycliffe 
  and 
  Wolsey 
  to 
  Cecil 
  

   Rhodes, 
  there 
  is 
  an 
  unbroken 
  line 
  of 
  phi- 
  

   losophers 
  and 
  poets, 
  warriors 
  and 
  states- 
  

   men. 
  Small 
  wonder 
  that 
  Lord 
  Macaulay 
  

   picked 
  out 
  the 
  High 
  Street 
  of 
  Oxford 
  

   and 
  the 
  Close 
  at 
  Salisbury 
  as 
  the 
  two 
  

  

  places 
  in 
  Britain 
  through 
  which 
  a 
  Briton 
  

   would 
  most 
  hate 
  to 
  see 
  enemy 
  soldiers 
  

   marching. 
  

  

  The 
  "High" 
  is 
  a 
  noble 
  street, 
  some 
  

   say 
  the 
  noblest 
  in 
  the 
  world. 
  And 
  Ox- 
  

   ford 
  has 
  much 
  to 
  offer 
  which 
  is 
  little 
  in- 
  

   ferior. 
  

  

  There 
  is 
  the 
  view 
  from 
  Carfax 
  down 
  

   St. 
  Aldates 
  to 
  the 
  tower 
  of 
  Christ 
  Church, 
  

   where 
  Great 
  Tom 
  still 
  strikes, 
  at 
  9 
  p. 
  m., 
  

   his 
  101 
  strokes, 
  the 
  number 
  of 
  under- 
  

   graduates, 
  as 
  ordained 
  by 
  the 
  founder 
  of 
  

   the 
  original 
  college, 
  Cardinal 
  Wolsey. 
  Or 
  

   climb 
  the 
  Radcliffe 
  Camera 
  and 
  look 
  at 
  

   the 
  city 
  lying 
  outspread, 
  with 
  the 
  noble 
  

   tower 
  of 
  Magdalen 
  away 
  in 
  the 
  distance. 
  

  

  Every 
  college 
  has 
  some 
  peculiar 
  attrac- 
  

   tion 
  and 
  tradition 
  of 
  its 
  own 
  — 
  the 
  library 
  

   at 
  Merton, 
  with 
  its 
  chained 
  books 
  ; 
  the 
  

   old 
  city 
  walls 
  in 
  New 
  College 
  garden 
  ; 
  

   the 
  chapel 
  of 
  Christ 
  Church, 
  which 
  is 
  also 
  

   a 
  cathedral 
  — 
  a 
  unique 
  distinction 
  ; 
  the 
  

   sun-dial 
  at 
  Oriel. 
  The 
  list 
  is 
  endless 
  and 
  

   months 
  might 
  be 
  spent 
  exploring 
  and 
  

  

  