That Was The Way They Set To Work In England Before The Puritans Came,
When Men Were Not Afraid To Steal Verses From One Another, And When No
One Imagined That He Could Live By Letters, But When Every Poet Took A
Patron, Or Begged Or Robbed The Churches.
So much for the poets.
Flavigny then, I say (for I seem to be digressing), is a long street
of houses all built together as animals build their communities. They
are all very old, but the people have worked hard since the
Revolution, and none of them are poor, nor are any of them very rich.
I saw but one gentleman's house, and that, I am glad to say, was in
disrepair. Most of the peasants' houses had, for a ground floor,
cavernous great barns out of which came a delightful smell of
morning - that is, of hay, litter, oxen, and stored grains and old
wood; which is the true breath of morning, because it is the scent
that all the human race worth calling human first meets when it rises,
and is the association of sunrise in the minds of those who keep the
world alive: but not in the wretched minds of townsmen, and least of
all in the minds of journalists, who know nothing of morning save that
it is a time of jaded emptiness when you have just done prophesying
(for the hundredth time) the approaching end of the world, when the
floors are beginning to tremble with machinery, and when, in a weary
kind of way, one feels hungry and alone:
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