Beauchamp; or, The Error.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
History
Beauchamp; or, The Error.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Great Britain -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
"Well, Sir John, I will, with many thanks," answered his guest, and in
about a quarter of an hour he was trotting away towards the new
cottage of Stephen Gimlet, with a groom to show him the way. That way
was a very picturesque one, cutting off an angle of the moor and then
winding through wild lanes rich with all sorts of flowers and shrubs,
till at length a small old gray church appeared in view at the side of
a little green. The stone, where the thick ivy hid it not, was
incrusted in many places with yellow, white, and brown lichens, giving
that peculiar rich hue with which nature is so fond of investing old
buildings. There was but one other edifice of any kind in the
neighbourhood, and that was a small cottage of two stories, built
close against one side of the church. Probably it had originally been
the abode of the sexton, and the ivy spreading from the neighbouring
buttress twined round the chimneys, meeting several lower shoots of
the same creeping plant, and enveloped one whole side in a green
mantle. The sunshine was streaming from behind the church, between it
and the cottage, and that ray made the whole scene look cheerful
enough; but yet Beauchamp could not help thinking, "This place, with
its solitary house and lonely church, its little green, and small
fields behind, with their close hedgerows, must look somewhat
desolate in dull weather. Still the house seems a comfortable one, and
there has been care bestowed upon the garden, with its flowers and
herbs. I hope this is Gimlet's cottage; for the very fact of finding
such things in preparation may waken in him different states from
those to which he has been habituated."
"Here's the place, Sir," said the groom, riding up and touching his
hat, and at the same moment the sound of the horses' feet brought the
rosy, curly-headed urchin of the _ci-devant_ poacher trotting to the
door.
Beauchamp dismounted and went in; and instantly a loud, yelping bark
was heard from the other side of the front room, where a terrier dog
was tied to the post of a sort of dresser. By the side of the dog was
the figure of the newly-constructed gamekeeper himself, stooping down
and arranging sundry boxes and cages on the ground.
Now the learned critic has paused on the words "newly-constructed
gamekeeper"--let him not deny it--and has cavilled thereat and
declared them incorrect. But I will defend them: they are neither
there by, and on account of, careless writing or careless printing;
but, well-considered, just, and appropriate, there they stand on the
author's responsibility. I contend he was a newly-constructed
gamekeeper, and out of very curious materials was he constructed, too.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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