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<h2> CHAPTER 4 </h2>
<p>A proof that even the humblest fortune may grant happiness, which depends
not on circumstance, but constitution</p>
<p>The place of our retreat was in a little neighbourhood, consisting of
farmers, who tilled their own grounds, and were equal strangers to
opulence and poverty. As they had almost all the conveniencies of life
within themselves, they seldom visited towns or cities in search of
superfluity. Remote from the polite, they still retained the primaeval
simplicity of manners, and frugal by habit, they scarce knew that
temperance was a virtue. They wrought with cheerfulness on days of labour;
but observed festivals as intervals of idleness and pleasure. They kept up
the Christmas carol, sent true love-knots on Valentine morning, eat
pancakes on Shrove-tide, shewed their wit on the first of April, and
religiously cracked nuts on Michaelmas eve. Being apprized of our
approach, the whole neighbourhood came out to meet their minister, drest
in their finest cloaths, and preceded by a pipe and tabor: A feast also
was provided for our reception, at which we sat cheerfully down; and what
the conversation wanted in wit, was made up in laughter.</p>
<p>Our little habitation was situated at the foot of a sloping hill,
sheltered with a beautiful underwood behind, and a pratling river before;
on one side a meadow, on the other a green. My farm consisted of about
twenty acres of excellent land, having given an hundred pound for my
predecessor's good-will. Nothing could exceed the neatness of my little
enclosures: the elms and hedge rows appearing with inexpressible beauty.
My house consisted of but one story, and was covered with thatch, which
gave it an air of great snugness; the walls on the inside were nicely
white-washed, and my daughters undertook to adorn them with pictures of
their own designing. Though the same room served us for parlour and
kitchen, that only made it the warmer. Besides, as it was kept with the
utmost neatness, the dishes, plates, and coppers, being well scoured, and
all disposed in bright rows on the shelves, the eye was agreeably
relieved, and did not want richer furniture. There were three other
apartments, one for my wife and me, another for our two daughters, within
our own, and the third, with two beds, for the rest of the children.</p>
<p>The little republic to which I gave laws, was regulated in the following
manner: by sun-rise we all assembled in our common appartment; the fire
being previously kindled by the servant. After we had saluted each other
with proper ceremony, for I always thought fit to keep up some mechanical
forms of good breeding, without which freedom ever destroys friendship, we
all bent in gratitude to that Being who gave us another day. This duty
being performed, my son and I went to pursue our usual industry abroad,
while my wife and daughters employed themselves in providing breakfast,
which was always ready at a certain time. I allowed half an hour for this
meal, and an hour for dinner; which time was taken up in innocent mirth
between my wife and daughters, and in philosophical arguments between my
son and me.</p>
<p>As we rose with the sun, so we never pursued our labours after it was gone
down, but returned home to the expecting family; where smiling looks, a
treat hearth, and pleasant fire, were prepared for our reception. Nor were
we without guests: sometimes farmer Flamborough, our talkative neighbour,
and often the blind piper, would pay us a visit, and taste our gooseberry
wine; for the making of which we had lost neither the receipt nor the
reputation. These harmless people had several ways of being good company,
while one played, the other would sing some soothing ballad, Johnny
Armstrong's last good night, or the cruelty of Barbara Allen. The night
was concluded in the manner we began the morning, my youngest boys being
appointed to read the lessons of the day, and he that read loudest,
distinctest, and best, was to have an half-penny on Sunday to put in the
poor's box.</p>
<p>When Sunday came, it was indeed a day of finery, which all my sumptuary
edicts could not restrain. How well so ever I fancied my lectures against
pride had conquered the vanity of my daughters; yet I still found them
secretly attached to all their former finery: they still loved laces,
ribbands, bugles and catgut; my wife herself retained a passion for her
crimson paduasoy, because I formerly happened to say it became her.</p>
<p>The first Sunday in particular their behaviour served to mortify me: I had
desired my girls the preceding night to be drest early the next day; for I
always loved to be at church a good while before the rest of the
congregation. They punctually obeyed my directions; but when we were to
assemble in the morning at breakfast, down came my wife and daughters,
drest out in all their former splendour: their hair plaistered up with
pomatum, their faces patched to taste, their trains bundled up into an
heap behind, and rustling at every motion. I could not help smiling at
their vanity, particularly that of my wife, from whom I expected more
discretion. In this exigence, therefore, my only resource was to order my
son, with an important air, to call our coach. The girls were amazed at
the command; but I repeated it with more solemnity than before.—'Surely,
my dear, you jest,' cried my wife, 'we can walk it perfectly well: we want
no coach to carry us now.' 'You mistake, child,' returned I, 'we do want a
coach; for if we walk to church in this trim, the very children in the
parish will hoot after us.'—'Indeed,' replied my wife, 'I always
imagined that my Charles was fond of seeing his children neat and handsome
about him.'—'You may be as neat as you please,' interrupted I, 'and
I shall love you the better for it, but all this is not neatness, but
frippery. These rufflings, and pinkings, and patchings, will only make us
hated by all the wives of all our neighbours. No, my children,' continued
I, more gravely, 'those gowns may be altered into something of a plainer
cut; for finery is very unbecoming in us, who want the means of decency. I
do not know whether such flouncing and shredding is becoming even in the
rich, if we consider, upon a moderate calculation, that the nakedness of
the indigent world may be cloathed from the trimmings of the vain.'</p>
<p>This remonstrance had the proper effect; they went with great composure,
that very instant, to change their dress; and the next day I had the
satisfaction of finding my daughters, at their own request employed in
cutting up their trains into Sunday waistcoats for Dick and Bill, the two
little ones, and what was still more satisfactory, the gowns seemed
improved by this curtailing.</p>
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