Identifier: chaptersatenglis1913rawn (find matches)
Title: Chapters at the English lakes
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920
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Publisher: Glasgow, James MacLehose and Sons
Contributing Library: University of Connecticut Libraries
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om the turret ? *I see, said Brother Francis, what I hopeand beheve to be one of the most dismal placesever seen by eyes. I see the houses with theirroofs of dull black, their stained fronts, and theirdark-rimmed windows, looking as if they wereall in mourning. As every httle puff of windcomes down the street, I see a perfect train ofrain let off along the wooden stalls in the market-place and exploded against me. I see a very biggas lamp in the centre which I know, by a secretinstinct, will not be hghted to-night. I see apump, with a trivet underneath its spout whereonto stand the vessels that are brought to be filledwith water. I see a man come to pump, and hepumps very hard, but no water follows, and hestrolls empty away. * Brother Francis, brother Francis, criesThomas Idle, what do you see from the turret,beside the man and the pump, and the trivet andthe houses all in mourning, and the rain ? *I see, says Brother Francis, one, two,three, four, five linen-drapers shops in front of
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IN CUMBERLAND 87 me. r see a linen-drapers shop next door tothe right—and there are five more Hnen-drapersshops down the corner to the left. Eleven homi-cidal Hnen-drapers shops within a short stonesthrow, each with its hands at the throats of allthe rest! Over the small first-floor of one ofthese linen-drapers shops appears the wonderfulinscription, BANK. What more do you see from the turret,cries Thomas Idle. I see, says Brother Francis, the depositoryfor Christian Knowledge, and through the darkvapour I think I again make out Mr. Spurgeonlooming heavily . . . and I see a watchmakerswith only three great pale watches of a dull metalhanging in his window, each in a separate pane. There still lives at Wigton a stationer, Mr.McMechan, now in his eighty-seventh year, theestablisher of the Wigton Advertiser, and itseditor since 1857, who remembers quite well themomentous visit of Dickens and Wilkie ColHns,for reasons which will hereafter appear. He tellsme, that, as a matter of fact, t

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