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Gentleman's Magazine 1858 part 2 p.480 
  
writing is conclusive in a sort of autobiography of some  
rambles on his own account, at which we shall glance  
presently. The Captain and the Ensign we find arrayed in  
Lincoln green, a garb at that time-honoured city involving  
the party in difficulty, as a Mr. Taylor, who is dubbed for  
his pains, but with good reason, a "meddlesome coxcomb,"  
suspects them from their forester's livery of being "Clerks  
of the Board of Green Cloth," (oh! the facetious wag with  
his Caroline pun,) "come down to inquire about the  
monopolies." 
  
We remember to have heard of a gentleman in the civilian  
department of the royal navy going over in his full-dress to 
the grand reviews at Paris on the occasion of the Queen's  
visit to our faithful ally, Napoleon III., and returning  
with great exultation, bursting with self-congratulation,  
and boasting to all who were so unfortunate as to fall in  
his way of the respect that was paid to him, for that he  
never till then knew the value and recommendation that lay  
in the uniform of a British officer. Our good worthy  
citizens set out with the same design, their language, if  
not bellicose, constantly smacks of the military. Having  
"opportune and vacant leisure to take a view, they hold a  
parley, and set out with soldiers journeying ammunition;"  
when they take a long walk they "march;" they are "properly  
accoutred" when dressed; inspect like general officers forts 
and garrisons, cavalry and infantry, little thinking, poor  
souls, of the wars about to burst on their unhappy country,  
and in which they will be called upon to take their share;  
and the sight of "the black scarf of the mayor of Sandwich"  
suggests a suitable ornament for an offending sentinel. 
  
But we are forgetting the main object of their quest, the  
churches, - 
  
  
"Whose towers bear heads so high they kiss the clouds,  
And strangers ne'er beheld but wondered at:  
... ... to satisfy their eyes  
With the memorials and things of fame  
That do renown each city."  
Their route lay across the fens of Lincolnshire, and leaving 
Sleaford, "we hasten! says our lieutenant, "to LINCOLN, and  
found the way for the major part thither pleasant, healthy,  
and champaign, and good sociable way for travellers, but  
such as notably deceives them, if they be weary; for when we 
first espied the high towers of the cathedral, we thought it 
near, but it proved to our pains and patience a full jury of 
miles ... ... 
  
The next cathedral town is that of YORK ... ... 
  
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