Country life -- England; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century
It must be said of this curiosity of a physician, that he is the
descendant of a very curious family; whose history for the last three
generations would be a regular series of eccentricities; and the first
of whom, here resident, was a celebrated piratical captain, who is said
to have come hither disguised as a peasant, seeking as secluded a
country as he could find, and driving before him an ass loaded with
gold. It is certain that he purchased very extensive estates, and that
one of his descendants was lately in Parliament, who, partaking of the
family qualities, excited more surprise and more laughter in the house,
than, perhaps, any man since the days of Sir Thomas Lethbridge.
Not far thence, stands another residence. At some distance it appears a
goodly manor-house. It is large; with white walls and many antique
gables; a stately avenue of elms in front; tall pines about it, the
landmark of the whole country round: a spacious garden, with a
summer-house on the wall, seeming to have been built when there was some
taste there for those rural enjoyments which such a place is calculated
to afford to the amiable, country-loving, and refined. As you come near,
there appear signs of neglect and decay. Old timber, litter, and large
stones lie about; there are broken windows, unpainted and rotting
wood-work: every thing looks forlorn, as if it were the residence of
poverty on the verge of utter destitution.
The fact is, the owner has landed property worth from thirty to forty
thousand pounds. But see the man himself! There he goes, limping across
his yard, having permanently injured one of his legs in some of his
farming operations. There he goes--a tall hard-featured, weather-beaten
man, dressed in the garb of the most rustic husbandman: strong clouted
ankle-boots, blue or black ribbed worsted stockings; corduroy
small-clothes; a yellow striped waistcoat, and a coat of coarse grey
cloth, cut short, in a rude fashion, and illustrated with metal buttons;
a hat that seems to have been originally made of coarse wool or dog’s
hair--to have cost some four-and-sixpence some dozen years ago--brown,
threadbare, and cocked up behind, by propping on his coat collar.
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