We spent a few days at Huntingdon, the home of Oliver Cromwell, and visited the estate where he passed his early married life.

While there, one of his great admirers read aloud to us a splendid article in one of the reviews, written by Carlyle, giving "The Protector," as his friend said, his true place in history.

It was long the fashion of England's historians to represent Cromwell as a fanatic and hypocrite, but his character was vindicated by later writers.

"Never," says Macaulay, "was a ruler so conspicuously born for sovereignty.

The cup which has intoxicated almost all others sobered him." We saw the picturesque ruins of Kenilworth Castle, the birthplace of Shakespeare, the homes of Byron and Mary Chaworth, wandered through Newstead Abbey, saw the monument to the faithful dog, and the large dining room where Byron and his boon companions used to shoot at a mark.
It was a desolate region.