but for safety and speed. Give large salaries to efficient servants,
large prices to good manufacturers, large wages to able workmen; let the
iron be tough, and the brickwork solid, and the carriages strong. The
time is perhaps not distant when these first necessities may not be
easily met: and to increase expense in any other direction is madness.
Better bury gold in the embankments, than put it in ornaments on the
stations. Will a single traveller be willing to pay an increased fare on
the South Western, because the columns of the terminus are covered with
patterns from Nineveh? He will only care less for the Ninevite ivories
in the British Museum: or on the North Western, because there are old
English-looking spandrils to the roof of the station at Crewe? He will
only have less pleasure in their prototypes at Crewe House. Railroad
architecture has or would have a dignity of its own if it were only left
to its work. You would not put rings on the fingers of a smith at his
anvil.
XXII. It is not however only in these marked situations that the abuse
of which I speak takes place. There is hardly, at present, an
application of ornamental work, which is not in some sort liable to
blame of the same kind. We have a bad habit of trying to disguise
disagreeable necessities by some form of sudden decoration, which is, in
all other places, associated with such necessities. I will name only one
instance, that to which I have alluded before--the roses which conceal
the ventilators in the flat roofs of our chapels. Many of those roses
are of very beautiful design, borrowed from fine works: all their grace
and finish are invisible when they are so placed, but their general form
is afterwards associated with the ugly buildings in which they
constantly occur; and all the beautiful roses of the early French and
English Gothic, especially such elaborate ones as those of the triforium
of Coutances, are in consequence deprived of their pleasurable
influence: and this without our having accomplished the smallest good by
the use we have made of the dishonored form. Not a single person in the
congregation ever receives one ray of pleasure from those roof roses;
they are regarded with mere indifference, or lost in the general
impression of harsh emptiness.
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