England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century; Sunday
The question, then, very fairly arises, whether we have any reason to
suppose that allowing games in the open air on Sundays, or even providing
the means of amusement for the humbler classes of society on that day,
would be hurtful and injurious to the character and morals of the people.
I was travelling in the west of England a summer or two back, and was
induced by the beauty of the scenery, and the seclusion of the spot, to
remain for the night in a small village, distant about seventy miles from
London. The next morning was Sunday; and I walked out, towards the
church. Groups of people—the whole population of the little hamlet
apparently—were hastening in the same direction. Cheerful and
good-humoured congratulations were heard on all sides, as neighbours
overtook each other, and walked on in company. Occasionally I passed an
aged couple, whose married daughter and her husband were loitering by the
side of the old people, accommodating their rate of walking to their
feeble pace, while a little knot of children hurried on before; stout
young labourers in clean round frocks; and buxom girls with healthy,
laughing faces, were plentifully sprinkled about in couples, and the
whole scene was one of quiet and tranquil contentment, irresistibly
captivating. The morning was bright and pleasant, the hedges were green
and blooming, and a thousand delicious scents were wafted on the air,
from the wild flowers which blossomed on either side of the footpath.
The little church was one of those venerable simple buildings which
abound in the English counties; half overgrown with moss and ivy, and
standing in the centre of a little plot of ground, which, but for the
green mounds with which it was studded, might have passed for a lovely
meadow. I fancied that the old clanking bell which was now summoning the
congregation together, would seem less terrible when it rung out the
knell of a departed soul, than I had ever deemed possible before—that the
sound would tell only of a welcome to calmness and rest, amidst the most
peaceful and tranquil scene in nature.
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