Country life -- England -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; Invalids -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
Not that I would have them _called_ old maids’ homes, for that would
stamp them at once, like a workhouse woollen waistcoat, or a charity
cloth cloak. No; they should be Sweet Homes, or have other such pretty
significatives; giving them rank with the best Rose Cottages, Myrtle
Cottages, and Laurel Cottages, in the land. They might prettily be
called after their fair owners—Julia’s Cottage, Maria’s Cottage, Helen’s
Cottage, and so forth. Mine is Whiterose Cottage. It has not an exterior
like a long, narrow knife-tray, or candle-box: on the contrary, though
its rooms lie parallel, they are not of an uniform width or length;
consequently, the walls have what Mary Russell Mitford called “a charming
in-and-outness;” and there is not a straight line or “coign of vantage,”
that is not draped by some gay or graceful climbing plant—rose,
jessamine, lophospermum scandens, morandia Barclayana, ecremocarpus,
nasturtium, and callistegia, or Romeo’s ladder.
The dwelling was built by a retired tradesman of good taste, and some
originality as well as education. He was a widower, without children,
determined to have everything comfortable for his old housekeeper as
well as himself—consequently, the kitchen, though small, is as complete
in all its appointments, as can possibly be wished; with water laid
on, and a little oven in the kitchen-range—in which, as the furnishing
ironmonger triumphantly says, you may bake a pie, a pudding, and a pig.
Phillis, I believe, enjoys her kitchen quite as much as I do my parlour.
Kitchen and parlour stand sentries, as it were, at each end of the house.
There is hardly a hall worth speaking of—only a little vestibule built
on, that will just hold a mat, a flower-stand, a hall-chair, and an
umbrella-stand. Over the threshold, the quaint old man has carved “PARVA,
SED APTA,” which, I am sure, is true enough. And on one of the panes of
the high lattice-window, with its eight compartments, in the parlour, is
written with a diamond ring—
“True happiness is of a retired nature, and an enemy to pomp and noise.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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