Highways and byways in Surrey . o them, and there dedicatethe remainder of my life only to the culture of them andstudy of nature. Cowley was no lover of the town. TheGarden holds his philosophy : — Who, that has reason, and his smell,Would not among roses and jasmine dwell, Rather than all his spirits chokeWith exhalations of dirt and smoke And all the uncleanness which does drownIn pestilential clouds a populous town ? His simpler pleasures were of the orchard and the farm. Thehusbandman of fruit and flowers is king :— He bids the ill-natured crab produceThe gentler apples winy juice ; KVI C
Highways and byways in Surrey . o them, and there dedicatethe remainder of my life only to the culture of them andstudy of nature. Cowley was no lover of the town. TheGarden holds his philosophy : — Who, that has reason, and his smell,Would not among roses and jasmine dwell, Rather than all his spirits chokeWith exhalations of dirt and smoke And all the uncleanness which does drownIn pestilential clouds a populous town ? His simpler pleasures were of the orchard and the farm. Thehusbandman of fruit and flowers is king :— He bids the ill-natured crab produceThe gentler apples winy juice ; KVI COWLEYS GARDEN 183 The golden fruit that worthy is Of Galateas purple kiss ; He does the savage hawthorn teach To bear the medlar and the pear He bids the rustic plum to rear A noble trunk, and be a peach. Even Daphnes coyness he does mock, And weds the cherry to her stock, Though she refused Apollos suit, Even she, that chaste and virgin tree, Now wonders at herself, to see That shes a mother made, and blushes in her Cozv/cys Cottage, Chettsey. Poor Cowley ! The country was too much for him after on a July evening, after helping his haymakers to get intheir last loads, he was soaked with a heavy summer dew. Hecaught cold and died, on July 28, 1667, and the Thames borehis coffin to burial in Westminster Abbey. 184 CURFEW CHAP. Less easy to find, if in some ways more familiar, than PorchHouse, is the very house into which the unwilling OliverTwist was thrust by Bill Sikes mounted upon the stoopingToby Crackit. You can see the window through whichMr. Sikes pointed the pistol, and the door from which burst thevaliant Mr. Giles and Mr. Brittles in pursuit. Or, at least, themore devout of Dickens students are thus privileged ; I havebeen less fortunate. Mr. Percy Fitzgerald, I believe, hasidentified the house to the satisfaction of many with Pyrcroft,a dwelling north-west of the station. But I have gone burglingafter Bill Sikes and followed the road precisely as
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