Spirit of Chambers's Journal : $b Original tales, essays, and sketches, selected from that workChambers, Robert
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Spirit of Chambers's Journal : $b Original tales, essays, and sketches, selected from that work
Chambers, Robert
English literature -- Scottish authors
lump of the Dalmahoy hills. If we just step to the end of the house,
we are into the fields; and then we’ll be so very quiet here, compared
with what we were. Not a carriage or a cart passing from morning till
night. We’ll get some rest at last; and truth to tell, my health is
in great need of it. How truly delightful thus to get fairly out of
that black, smoky, noisy town, to a place where we can enjoy all the
pleasures of the country, and yet be within reach of every convenience
of the city! And just consider how much benefit the walk must be to
your own health. We formerly lived so near your place of business, that
you got no exercise at all, seeing that I never could prevail upon
you to take a walk on purpose. But here you _must_ walk, and the good
it must do you will be visible in a week’s time,”—&c. &c. &c. If the
case has been totally the reverse, you are addressed as follows:—“How
delightful to get fairly away from that cold, out-of-the-world,
dull place, and once more feel ourselves snug in the town! We’ve no
prospects here from the windows; but, ’deed, when folk have prospects,
I never see that they make much use of them. For my part, I never
looked out of the drawing-room windows once in the month; for what
are the Fife hills or North Berwick Law after one has once seen them?
[What philosophy we have here!] And then, what good did we get from the
garden? It was just a fash to keep right; and I’m sure, when we had
paid the gardener, we did not make a penny off the vegetables. Now,
here, although there be little prospect from any of the windows, we’re
at least a great deal better protected from the wind. If we have not a
garden of our own, have we not the green market almost at the door? And
such a weary distance you had to walk every day! No more of that now.
Here, when you want a walk, you can take one; and when you don’t like,
you can let it alone. Walks are very well, perhaps, in good summer
weather; but I’ve no idea of seeing you plash through a long dirty road
twice every day through the whole winter. Whenever we want either a
walk or a prospect, we’ll get it in the Queen Street gardens; for you
know Mrs —— has told me that we may have her key whenever we like. In
our old ill-contrived house, we had no place to put any thing off our
hand; not so much as a cupboard in the whole house; but now, you see,
we have as many presses as rooms, and a capital cellar for coals and
lumber. And how near we are here to all the best shops! If it were for
nothing but the convenience of getting tea-bread at a minute’s warning
from Mr Littlejohn, the baker, whenever any person calls upon us in the
evening, it would have been worth while to remove to this house. The
lass likewise tells me that there is a very obliging woman, quite at
hand, who keeps a mangle for the use of the neighbourhood, which will
be a great convenience to the family; and that she will take in hand to
supply us with milk or cream at any hour of the day,”—&c. &c. &c. Thus,
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