England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Stepmothers -- Fiction
Thus the little
community which inhabited this noble old pile of buildings was varied
and composite. The highest official in it was the costly and
aristocratic Dean, the lowest the lay clerks, who were housed humbly in
the shadow of the church in a little cloister of their own, and who
daily filled the Abbey with the noblest music. The Deanery was close to
the Abbey, and embraced in its irregular group of roofs the great
tower, which showed for miles round, with its lighted windows, rising up
into the night. The canons’ houses, if not equally fine, were still
great old houses, standing on the edge of the hill, their walls rising
straight from the green slopes dotted with trees, round the foot of
which a little red-roofed town had gathered; and the Abbey itself stood
between those stately habitations and the humbler lodges of the
Chevaliers, which shut off the lower level of sloping bank on the other
side. The Dean himself was of a great family, and belonged not only to
the nobility, but, higher still, to the most select circles of fashion,
and had a noble wife and such a position in society as many a bishop
envied; and among his canons were men not only of family, but possessed
of some mild links of connection with the worlds of learning and
scholarship,--even it was said that one had writ a book in days when
books were not so common. The minor canons were of humbler degree; they
formed the link between gods and men, so to speak--between the Olympus
of the Chapter and the common secular sphere below. We will not deceive
the reader nor buoy him up with hopes that this history concerns the
lofty fortunes of the members of that sacred and superior class. To no
such distinction can these humble pages aspire; our office is of a
lowlier kind. On Olympus the doings are all splendid, if not, as old
chronicles tell, much wiser than beneath, amid the humbler haunts of
men. All that we can do is to tell how these higher circles looked, to
eyes gazing keenly upon them from the mullioned windows which gave a
subdued light to the little rooms of the Chevaliers’ lodges on the
southern side of St. Michael’s Hill.
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