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When he joined so loudly in the service, it seemed more by way of
example to the lower orders, to show them that, though so great
and wealthy, he was not above being religious; as I have seen a
turtle-fed alderman swallow publicly a basin of charity soup,
smacking his lips at every mouthful and pronouncing it "excellent
food for the poor."
When the service was at an end, I was curious to witness the
several exits of my groups. The young noblemen and their sisters,
as the day was fine, preferred strolling home across the fields,
chatting with the country people as they went. The others
departed as they came, in grand parade. Again were the equipages
wheeled up to the gate. There was again the smacking of whips,
the clattering of hoofs, and the glittering of harness. The
horses started off almost at a bound; the villagers again hurried
to right and left; the wheels threw up a cloud of dust, and the
aspirin family was rapt out of sight in a whirlwind.
THE WIDOW AND HER SON.
Pittie olde age, within whose silver haires
Honour and reverence evermore have rain'd.
MARLOWE'S TAMBURLAINE.
THOSE who are in the habit of remarking such matters must have
noticed the passive quiet of an English landscape on Sunday.
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