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Article THE LITTLE VILLAGE IN THE LONG VACATION. ← Page 2 of 3 →
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The Little Village In The Long Vacation.
chums of long years are all scattered far and wide , and you receive letters of condolence and warmest invitations to join them in their charming retreats . Even your most familiar friend wonders Avhat you can be doing in London , and yet so it is . . '!' Praed , when he wrote , in 1827 , his famous " FareAvell to the
Season , " which so many have imitated , but Avithout reaching unto the inimitable sweetness , the latent wit , the perfect harmony of the striking original , paints London all but deserted . Those Avell-known verses , which have for a heading this felicitous motto— " Thus runs the Avorld aAvay , "—Samlet , as some of us Avill remember thus
commence , " Good-night to the season ! 'Tis over , Gay dwellings no longer are gay , The courtier , the mason , the lover , Are scattered like swallows away . " And then as if to remind us of the utter solitude of the " Deserted
Village , " he adds" There ' s nobody left to invite one , I am all alone in my house , My mistress is bathing at Brighton , My patron is sailing at Cowes . "
I must refer my readers to the rest of those happy stanzas , as all I am concerned with is the description of this desertion which London , at this season , ever undergoes . And yet I am not quite sure it is either an umvelcome or an undesirable state of things . After a little you get accustomed to it , and
you find it to be a luxury to have some quiet hours . If by any chance you lose your OAVU Avonted holiday , if for you neither English lakes , nor Scottish moors , nor Welsh hills , nor the perfumed breezes and purifying ozone of the great blue sea are this year to be your lot , well , like a philosopher , you must try quiet solitude and submit
unrepiningly to your fate . It is a very good thing for us all to be every now and then left Avith ourselves in the silence of our homes , and amid the quietude of our books . So noisy , so busy , so much in the open and in company , is . our normal life to-day , that the Avearing and withering influence of mere
Avorldly existence bear down upon us so strongly , and strangely that . often as Ave say , Ave have hardly time to turn ourselves about or think . We have always to be living for the many , for society ; we are always " poseing "; we say Avhat we think Avill please others , not . what we believe ourselves ; we profess to take part in many things we do not exactly approve of , only because we do not like to be thought odd , not in good form . The consequence is , that we patronize and encourage by
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Little Village In The Long Vacation.
chums of long years are all scattered far and wide , and you receive letters of condolence and warmest invitations to join them in their charming retreats . Even your most familiar friend wonders Avhat you can be doing in London , and yet so it is . . '!' Praed , when he wrote , in 1827 , his famous " FareAvell to the
Season , " which so many have imitated , but Avithout reaching unto the inimitable sweetness , the latent wit , the perfect harmony of the striking original , paints London all but deserted . Those Avell-known verses , which have for a heading this felicitous motto— " Thus runs the Avorld aAvay , "—Samlet , as some of us Avill remember thus
commence , " Good-night to the season ! 'Tis over , Gay dwellings no longer are gay , The courtier , the mason , the lover , Are scattered like swallows away . " And then as if to remind us of the utter solitude of the " Deserted
Village , " he adds" There ' s nobody left to invite one , I am all alone in my house , My mistress is bathing at Brighton , My patron is sailing at Cowes . "
I must refer my readers to the rest of those happy stanzas , as all I am concerned with is the description of this desertion which London , at this season , ever undergoes . And yet I am not quite sure it is either an umvelcome or an undesirable state of things . After a little you get accustomed to it , and
you find it to be a luxury to have some quiet hours . If by any chance you lose your OAVU Avonted holiday , if for you neither English lakes , nor Scottish moors , nor Welsh hills , nor the perfumed breezes and purifying ozone of the great blue sea are this year to be your lot , well , like a philosopher , you must try quiet solitude and submit
unrepiningly to your fate . It is a very good thing for us all to be every now and then left Avith ourselves in the silence of our homes , and amid the quietude of our books . So noisy , so busy , so much in the open and in company , is . our normal life to-day , that the Avearing and withering influence of mere
Avorldly existence bear down upon us so strongly , and strangely that . often as Ave say , Ave have hardly time to turn ourselves about or think . We have always to be living for the many , for society ; we are always " poseing "; we say Avhat we think Avill please others , not . what we believe ourselves ; we profess to take part in many things we do not exactly approve of , only because we do not like to be thought odd , not in good form . The consequence is , that we patronize and encourage by