England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction
The vicarage and churchyard were so pleasantly situated, and the latter
looked so green and shady, that she was disappointed to find the inside
of the church very bare and neglected-looking, while the damp earthy
atmosphere spoke of infrequent services.
There were urgent need of repairs, and a general shabbiness of detail
that was pitiable: the high wooden pews looked comfortless, ordinary
candles evidently furnished a dim and insufficient light. Mildred felt
quite oppressed as she left the building.
'There can be no true Church-spirit here, Richard. Fancy worshipping in
that damp, mouldy place; are there no zealous workers here, who care to
beautify their church?'
Richard shook his head. 'We cannot complain of our want of privileges
after that. I have been speaking to my father, and I really fancy we
shall acquire a regular choir next year, and if so we shall turn out the
Morrisons and Gunnings. My father is over-lenient to people's
prejudices; it grieves him to disturb long-rooted customs.'
'Where are we going now, Richard?'
'To Brough Castle; the ruin stands on a little hill just by; it is one
of the celebrated Countess of Pembroke's castles. You know the legend,
Aunt Milly?'
'No, I cannot say that I do.'
'She seems to have been a strong-minded person, and was always building
castles. It was prophesied that as long as she went on building she
would not die, and in consequence her rage for castle-building increased
with her age; but at last there was a severe frost, during which no work
could be carried on, and so the poor countess died.'
'What a lovely view there is from here, Richard.'
'Yes, that long level of green to our left is where the celebrated
Brough fair is held. The country people use it as a date, "last Brough
Hill," as they say--the word "Brough" comes from "Brugh," a
fortification. My father has written a very clever paper on the origin
of the names of places; it is really very interesting.'
'Some of the names are so quaint--"Smardale," for example.'
'Let me see, that has a Danish termination, and means
Butter-dale--"dale" from "dal," a valley; Garsdale, grass-dale;
Sleddale, from "slet," plain, the open level plain or dale, and so on. I
recollect my father told us that "Kirkby," on the contrary, is always of
Christian origin, as "Kirkby Stephen," and "Kirkby Kendal;" but perhaps
you are not fond of etymology, Aunt Milly.'
'On the contrary, it is rather a favourite study of mine; go on,
Richard. I want to know how Kirkby Stephen got its name.'
'I must quote my father again, then. He thinks the victorious Danes
found a kirk with houses near it, and called the place Kirkby, and they
afterwards learnt that the church was dedicated to St. Stephen, the
proto-martyr, and then added his name to distinguish it from the other
Kirkbys.'
'It must have been rather a different church, Richard.'
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