The story of the water cure, as originated at Graefenberg and perfected at Malvern, 1829-1870 . to the town then on the road. It reachedMalvern about eleven oclock in the day, bringing with it theLondon and other mails, two small bags in all. The oldQueens guard, in his royal scarlet uniform, was seated in hisaccustomed seat in the rear, and announced the coachs arrivalby a long blast from his hom, as it descended the declivity ofthe hill from the Worcester Road. The coach pulled up atthe Crown Hotel. A number of listless hangers-on were waitingas usual for the mails appearance—the only li
The story of the water cure, as originated at Graefenberg and perfected at Malvern, 1829-1870 . to the town then on the road. It reachedMalvern about eleven oclock in the day, bringing with it theLondon and other mails, two small bags in all. The oldQueens guard, in his royal scarlet uniform, was seated in hisaccustomed seat in the rear, and announced the coachs arrivalby a long blast from his hom, as it descended the declivity ofthe hill from the Worcester Road. The coach pulled up atthe Crown Hotel. A number of listless hangers-on were waitingas usual for the mails appearance—the only little excitementgenerally in the day. The postman was there in a smock-frock,who combined the duties of letter carrier and milkman of thevillage. Some half-dozen persons had been gathered together,amongst whom were two or three visitors, evidently belongingto the upper classes, attracted partly by the excitement of thecoachs arrival, and the stimulus of their accustomed glass ofbrown ale, for which the Crown Hotel had been for long timecelebrated. Those present carefully scanned the advent of. DR. JAMES THE ADVENT OF THE WATER CURE TO MALVERN. 15 new arrivals, and on this occasion there alighted the two personsI have mentioned, neither of whom had been seen in Malvernbefore. The one—Dr. Wilson—was tall and of slender moved with light step, and was free in his had the manner of one who had moved in good his dress he was a bit of a dandy, and by his everymovement showed an impulsive nature. If not the glass offashion or the mould of form, he was the very ideal of arefined man of the world. As he descended from the coach,his light travelling coat was thrown across his arm. He casta hurried glance at the beautiful valley beneath him, lightedup as it was by the glory of the mid-day sun. He saw the hillof Bredon in the distance, and took in beneath his hasty viewthe rare old Priory Church, Church-yard, and Vicarage; anappropriat
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