There are no mail-coaches now, and the traveller by rail has no chance
of getting a glimpse of Rowley Court, save a momentary one in the
short interval between a cutting and a tunnel which are on the extreme
border of the park. The Court itself stands towards the centre of the
park on low ground encircled by wooded hills, towards which, in the
good old times, avenues of stately oak, elm, and lime trees extended
in long vistas. But under the dire pressure of necessity the woodman's
axe has been frequently at work lately in these "cool colonnades," and
the avenues are consequently much shorn of their fair proportions. The
house is a big incongruous mass of two distinct styles of
architecture--a grafting of Inigo Jones's plain façade and Corinthian
pillars on a red-brick Elizabethan foundation, with projecting
mullioned windows, octagonal turrets, quaintly-carved cornices, and
ornamental doorways. Round the house runs a broad stone terrace
bounded by a low balustrade, and flanked at each of the corners by a
large stone vase, which, in the time of prosperity, had contained
choice flowers varying with the season, but which were now full of
cracks and fissures, and were overgrown with creeping weeds and common
parasites. The very stones of the terrace were chipped moss-edged, and
grass-fringed; the black-faced old clock in the stable-turret had lost
one of its hands, while several of its gilt numerals had become
effaced by time and tempest; the vane above it had only two points of
the compass remaining for the brass fox, whose bushy tail had gone in
the universal wreck, to point at; the pump in the stable-yard was dry;
the trough in front of it warped and blistered; a piece of dirty
oil-cloth had been roughly nailed over the kennel, in front of which
the big old mastiff lay blinking in the sunshine; and a couple of
cart-horses, a pair of superannuated carriage-horses, the Squire's old
roan cob, and "the pony" (a strong, rough, undersized, Welsh-bred
brute, with untiring energy and no mouth), were the sole tenants of
the stables which had once been occupied by the best-bred hacks, and
hunters of the county.
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