. Memories of the Tennysons . yon great owd room at endo the house. It was Horlins, a real clivver littlechap, as was his man, coomed with him toSomersby, another countryman—I doant rightlyknoa his native, but howivver he was all for bricksand mortar and erses and 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 Laureateby his son, who chronicles for us that one dayhaving been blamed for not keeping the harnessclean, he rushed into the drawing-room, flung thewh
. Memories of the Tennysons . yon great owd room at endo the house. It was Horlins, a real clivver littlechap, as was his man, coomed with him toSomersby, another countryman—I doant rightlyknoa his native, but howivver he was all for bricksand mortar and erses and 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 Laureateby his son, who chronicles for us that one dayhaving been blamed for not keeping the harnessclean, he rushed into the drawing-room, flung thewhole harness on the floor, and roared out, clean it yoursel, then ! But, I said, surely Dr. Tennyson planned theroom and carved the chimney-piece ? Oh yees, yees, th owd doctor was harchitect;he was head man, you know, and a reall good unhe was an aw, but it was Horlins as was alwaysat him, nivver could let bricks and mortar aloan,and here a bit and theer a bit, and led all thestoiin and did the buildin, or best part of FOLK-LORE AT SOMERSBY. 33 But did not the doctor do the carving withhis own hands ? Yees he did, and he carved them Hadamsand Heves an all as is set up outside above thewindows out o the sandstone from the quarry, anddid a maazin sight o work at the chimley-piece,and th owd door an all. Oh, he was real clivverowd chap as a harchitect, mind you, was th owddoctor. The old fellow little knew how that love ofarchitecture had been inherited by one at any rateof the doctors sons. He had not read the poemsof him who speaks of finest Gothic, lighter thana fire, and had not heard how the Laureate hadloved to indulge, among the Surrey hills, the tastefor building, of which his father had left a monu-ment at the little Rectory house, beneath the woldof Lincolnshire. I had, in my interest in the Tennyson family,forgotten for a moment the ghosts and wizardlore, but I returned to the subject. As for ghoasts, old A. knew nowt about themthings ; Jenny-wisps he had seen an
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