Country life -- England; England -- Social life and customs; Gentry -- England
wrought iron gate, with link extinguishers to the side posts, and a
small but overgrown garden of shrubs, behind which lurks a thatched
cottage where lives a widow--Lady This or That, the mother of the
present baronet who resides three miles off at the park. There is the
rectory, with its back to the street, and windows so low that the
passers-by can see in--or could till they were furnished with twisted
cane screens. But then the other side of the parsonage looks into the
most charming of gardens, on what was the city wall, whence a glorious
view is obtained. But the space would fail me were I to describe,
or merely indicate, the various houses of people, some professional,
some retired gentry, some retired tradespeople, in a country town, all
speaking of comfort, ease, and peace.
Thus wrote Horace Walpole in 1741, on his return to England from
Italy--"The country-town (and you will believe me, who you know am not
prejudiced) delights me; the populousness, the ease, the gaiety, the
well-dressed everybody amaze me. Canterbury--which on my setting out I
thought deplorable--is a paradise to Modena, Reggio, Parma, etc. I had
before discovered that there was nowhere but in England the distinction
of _middling people_; I perceive now that there is peculiar to us
_middling houses_;--how snug they are!"
[Illustration: House at Launceston:
Queen Anne Town House.]
How sleepy the dear old country town is on all days of the week save
market-day. The shopkeepers do not think it necessary to remain
behind their counters, but run across the street or the square to
have a chat with each other, and should a purchaser appear, it
interrupts a gossip where two or three tradesmen are together; or if
the purchaser goes into a deserted shop, he has to wait whilst the
owner is fetched from some neighbour's, whither he has gone to discuss
the new scheme for water supply, or the bad quality of the gas.
Every squire's carriage, every parson's trap of the neighbourhood is
known to every one in the town; and should one come in on a day that
is not market-day, the reason of its appearance is a subject of much
conjecture and discussion.
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