The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 1, December, 1850Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 1, December, 1850
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
Let me take you into an old-fashioned country house, built by architects
of the early reign of James the First. It had all the peculiarities--I
might almost say the oddities--of that particular epoch in the building
art. Chimneys innumerable had it. Heaven only knows what rooms they
ventilated; but their name must have been legion. The windows were not
fewer in number, and much more irregular: for the chimneys were gathered
together in some sort of symmetrical arrangement, while the windows were
scattered all over the various faces of the building, with no apparent
arrangement at all. Heaven knows, also, what rooms they lighted, or were
intended to light, for they very little served the purpose, being
narrow, and obstructed by the stone mullions of the Elizabethan age.
Each too had its label of stone superincumbent, and projecting from the
brick-work, which might leave the period of construction somewhat
doubtful--but the gables decided the fact.
They, too, were manifold; for although the house had been built all at
once, it seemed, nevertheless, to have been erected in detached masses,
and joined together as best the builder could; so that there were no
less than six gables, turning north, south, east, and west, with four
right angles, and flat walls between them. These gables were
surmounted--topped, as it were, by a triangular wall, somewhat higher
than the acute roof, and this wall was constructed with a row of steps,
coped with freestone, on either side of the ascent, as if the architect
had fancied that some man or statue would, one day or another, have to
climb up to the top of the pyramid, and take his place upon the crowning
stone.
It was a gloomy old edifice: the bricks had become discolored; the
livery of age, yellow and gray lichen, was upon it; daws hovered round
the chimney tops; rooks passed cawing over it, on the way to their
conventicle hard by; no swallow built under the eaves; and the trees, as
if repelled by its stern, cold aspect, retreated from it on three sides,
leaving it alone on its own flat ground, like a moody man amidst a gay
society.
On the fourth side, indeed, an avenue--that is to say, two rows of old
elms--crept cautiously up to it in a winding and sinuous course, as if
afraid of approaching too rapidly; and at the distance of some five or
six hundred yards, clumps of old trees, beeches and evergreen oaks, and
things of somber foliage, dotted the park, only enlivened by here and
there a herd of deer.
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