The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 4 of 5)Burney, Fanny
History
The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 4 of 5)
Burney, Fanny
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Refugees -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Refugees -- Fiction; War stories
These requests were granted without the smallest demur, even before she
produced her purse; which they viewed with no small surprize, saying
that they hoped they were not so near, as to take money for a little
bread and milk of a traveller; but that, if she must needs do it, she
might give a small matter to the children.
Recollecting, now, her rustic and ordinary garb, and fearing to awaken
suspicion, or curiosity, she put a penny a-piece into the hands of two
little boys and a girl.
It was then that she saw how far she was removed from the capital; in
the precincts of which the poor and the labourer are almost constantly
rapacious, or necessitous. The high price to be obtained, there, for
whatever is marketable, makes generosity demand too great a sacrifice,
save from the exalted few; who, still in all places, and in all classes,
are, by the candid observer, occasionally, to be found. But in this
obscure hamlet, where plenty was not bribed away to sale, this little
donation was received with as much amazement as joy; and the children
scampered to the dairy, and to the plough-field, to shew it first to
mammy, and then to dad.
Juliet, having taken her simple repast, strolled into a small meadow,
just without the farm-yard; where she seated herself upon a style, to
enjoy, at once, the fragrant air, and personal repose.
The prospect here, though less sublime in itself, and less exalting in
the ideas which it inspired, than that of the lonely and majestic
beauty, which had so powerfully charmed her, visually and
intellectually, in the midst of the New Forest; was yet gay, varied,
verdant and lovely. On the opposite side of a winding and picturesque
road, by which the greater part of the hedge around the meadow was
skirted, was situated a small Gothic church; of which the steeple was
nearly over-run with ivy, and the porch, half sunk into the ground, from
the ravages of time and of neglect; wearing, all together, the air of a
venerable ruin. Further on, and built upon a gentle acclivity, stood a
clean white cottage, evidently appropriated to the instruction of youth,
or rather childhood; to which sundry little boys and girls, each with a
book, or with needle-work, in his hand, were trudging with anxious
speed. Juliet spoke to each of them as they passed; pleased with their
innocent prattle, and gathering alternately, from their native
intelligence, or gaping stupidity, food to amuse her mind, with
predictions of their future characters. Sheep were browsing upon a
distant heath; cows were watering in a neighbouring stream; and two
beautiful colts were prancing and skipping, with all the bounding vigour
of untamed liberty, in the meadow. Geese, turkies, cocks and hens, ducks
and pigs, peopled the farm-yard; keeping up an almost constant chorus of
rural noises; which, at first, stunned her ears, but which, afterwards,
entertained her fancy, by drawing her observation to their various
habits and ways.
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