Country life -- England; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century
forty of these, old and young, and a friend of the duke’s would as soon
ask him for a church living, as for the present of one of them. The
former would be by much the smaller favour. Then there were terriers of
four or five breeds; of one family of which, long-haired, long-bodied,
short-legged, and perfectly white little wretches, the keeper seemed
particularly fond. * * * *
“The routine of Gordon Castle was what each one chose to make it.
Between breakfast and lunch, the ladies were generally invisible, and
the gentlemen rode or shot, or played billiards, or kept in their rooms.
At two o’clock, a dish or two of hot game and a profusion of cold meats
were set on the small tables in the dining-room, and every body came in
for a kind of lounging half-meal, which occupied perhaps an hour. Thence
all adjourned to the drawing-room, under the windows of which were drawn
up carriages of all descriptions, with grooms, outriders, footmen, and
saddle-horses for gentlemen and ladies. Parties were then made up for
driving or riding, and from a pony-chaise to a phaeton-and-four, there
was no class of vehicle which was not at your disposal. In ten minutes
the carriages were usually all filled, and away they flew, some to the
banks of the Spey, or the sea-side, some to the drives in the park, and
with the delightful consciousness, that, speed where you would, the
horizon scarce limited the possession of your host, and you were
everywhere at home. The ornamental gates flying open at your approach,
miles distant from the castle; the herds of red-deer trooping away from
the sound of wheels in the silent park; the stately pheasants feeding
tamely in the immense preserves; the hares scarcely troubling themselves
to get out of the length of the whip; the stalking gamekeepers lifting
their hats in the dark recesses of the forest,--there was something in
this, perpetually reminding you of privileges; which, as a novelty, was
far from disagreeable. I could not at the time bring myself to feel,
what perhaps would be more poetical and republican, that a ride in the
wild and unfenced forest of my own country would have been more to my
taste.
“The second afternoon of my arrival, I took a seat in the carriage with
Lord A., and we followed the duchess, who drove herself in a
pony-chaise, to visit a school on the estate. Attached to a small gothic
chapel, a five minutes’ drive from the castle, stood a building in the
same style, appropriated to the instruction of the children of the
duke’s tenantry. There were a hundred and thirty little creatures, from
two years to five or six, and like all infant schools, in these days of
improved education, it was an interesting and affecting sight. The last
one I had been in, was at Athens, and though I missed here the dark eyes
and Grecian faces of the Ægean, I saw health and beauty, of a kind
which stirred up more images of home, and promised, perhaps, more for
the future. * * * *
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