Memories of the Tennysons . ut the boys wasfond on her, and the gells an all. Poor things, theywould hev books alius i theer hands as they wentalong. And the boys ? said I. The boys was all for study ; why blaamed ifthey didnt mek a book and git eight pund for it,the four on em together, when they was nobbutlads. They was bound, you knoa, to git on. Theywas all for books, I tell you, and so was th owddoctor, and he larned them all hissen. But I suppose they were fond of hunting andfishing ? I said. Naay, naay, I doant think they followed hunt-ing ; times Ive gone nestin wi them down iHalliwell
Memories of the Tennysons . ut the boys wasfond on her, and the gells an all. Poor things, theywould hev books alius i theer hands as they wentalong. And the boys ? said I. The boys was all for study ; why blaamed ifthey didnt mek a book and git eight pund for it,the four on em together, when they was nobbutlads. They was bound, you knoa, to git on. Theywas all for books, I tell you, and so was th owddoctor, and he larned them all hissen. But I suppose they were fond of hunting andfishing ? I said. Naay, naay, I doant think they followed hunt-ing ; times Ive gone nestin wi them down iHalliwell and New England, but they was a dealfonder o fishin then owt else nobbut study. Eh, Ican see them now down i yon midder by the beck. Ah, thought I, how well it was for English litera-tures sake that the Tennyson boys had so diligentlyfollowed, through morning dew and evening mist,the twistings and curves of that simple brook that lovesTo purl oer matted cress and ribbed sand,Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves. 3 J •) J. FOLKLORE AT SOMERSBY 33 But you know th owd doctor was all for study,and maade the boys stay in a deal, mornins andnight/ I have heard he was a great builder, I said, as well as a very learned man. ** Ay, ay, why to be sewer, but you know it wasnthe that builded yon great owd room at end o thehouse. It was Horlins, a real clivver little chap, aswas his man, coomed with him to Somersby, anothercountryman—I doant rightly knoa his native, buthowivver he was all for bricks and mortar and ersesand gardens. The doctors man, Horlins, must have been acharacter. It was this Horlins whose completemastery of his master, and general tyranny of thehousehold comes out in the Life of the Laureate byhis son, who chronicles for us that one day havingbeen blamed for not keeping the harness clean, herushed into the drawing-room, flung the wholeharness on the floor, and roared out, clean ityoursel, then ! But, I said, surely Dr. Tennyson planned theroom and carved the chimne
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