He had never attempted, never
suggested, anything of the sort.
How could he - the squire!
Yet he wrote those wise words: -
No nation can be truly great
That hath not something childlike in its life
Of every day.
Why are we lacking in that which others undoubtedly have, a
something to complete the round of homely happiness in our
little rural centres; how is it that we do not properly
encourage the things which, albeit childlike, are essential,
which sweetly recreate? It is not merely the selfishness of
those who are well placed and prefer to live for themselves,
or who have light but care not to shed it on those who are not
of their class. Selfishness is common enough everywhere, in
men of all races. It is not selfishness, nor the growth of
towns or decay of agriculture, which as a fact does not decay,
nor education, nor any of the other causes usually given for
the dullness, the greyness of village life. The chief cause,
I take it, is that gulf, or barrier, which exists between men
and men in different classes in our country, or a considerable
portion of it - the caste feeling which is becoming increasingly
rigid in the rural world, if my own observation, extending over
a period of twenty-five years, is not all wrong.
Chapter Eleven: Salisbury and Its Doves
Never in my experience has there been a worse spring season
than that of 1903 for the birds, more especially for the
short-winged migrants.
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