One Morning, Our Friend, Miss S., Was Kind Enough To Accompany Us To
Greenwich, Where, You Know, Is The Hospital For Disabled Sailors Of
The British Navy.
The day was warm and lovely, like what we call the
Indian summer in America.
We took an omnibus to London Bridge; from
thence we proceeded by railway, and in a few minutes were in
Greenwich. We entered the magnificent old Park, and wandered about
for a long time, to our hearts' content, among the venerable old
trees, admiring the graceful deer that were enjoying themselves all
around us. At last we came to the top of a charming hill, where we
sat down to rest and look at the river. Several of the sailors had
arranged spy glasses of various sizes for the accommodation of
visitors, and for the good to themselves of a few pence. We
patronized one of these, and then descended to the Hospital, which
is the main object of interest. It was just time for the old
sailors' dinner, and we went into one of their dining rooms, where
there were about three hundred seated at an excellent meal, plain,
but wholesome and plentiful. A very pleasant sight it was; they were
chatting, telling good old stories, and laughing merrily, and
evidently enjoying themselves highly. There were, at that time, more
than seven hundred of these veterans in the building. Those who
chose carried their dinners to their rooms.
The place for the sailors' sleeping rooms was a long hall, with
small rooms on one side and large windows on the other.
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