Master Simon, Brace Bridge, Church discussed on Boring Books for Bedtime


I afterwards understood that early morning service was read on every Sunday and Saint's day throughout the year. Either by Mr Brace Bridge or by some member of the family it was once almost universally Selena case at the seats of the nobility and Gentry of England and it is much to be regretted that the customers fallen into neglect for the dullest observer must be sensible of the order and serenity prevalent in those households where the occasional exercise of a beautiful to form of worship in the morning gives as it were the key note to every temper for the day and tunes every spirit a harmony our breakfast consisted of what the squire denominated true old English fair. He indulged aged in some bitter lamentations over modern breakfasts of tea and toast which he censured as among the causes of modern Feminazi missy and a week nerves and the decline of old English hardiness and though he admitted them to his table to suit the balance silence of his guest yet there were a brave display of cold meats wine and Ale on the side board after breakfast. I walked about the grounds with Frank. Brace Bridge and Master Simon or Mr Simon as he was called by everybody but the squire wire. We were escorted by a number of gentlemen like dogs that seemed loungers about the establishment from the frisking King Spaniel to the steady old stag hound. The last of which was of a race that had been in the family time out of mind. They were all obedient to a dog. Whistle which hung to master Simon's but in the whole and in the midst of their gambles would glance Lanson. I occasionally upon a small switch. He carried in his hand. The old mansion had a still more venerable look in the yellow sunshine than by Pale Moonlight and I could not feel the force of the squires idea that the formal terraces this heavily molded balustrades and clipped yew trees carried with them an air of proud aristocracy there appeared to be an unusual number of peacocks about the place and I was making some remarks upon what I termed Affleck of them. That were basking under a sunny wall. When I was gently corrected in my phraseology by Master Simon who told me that according to the most ancient and approved treatise on hunting I must say a muster of peacocks? He cocks in the same way added he with a slight air of Peden Tree. We see flight of dubs or swallows. Up Heavy of quayle's herd of deer of Rennes or cranes a skulk of Fox's or the building of rooks. He went on to inform me that according to Sir Anthony Fitzherbert we ought to ascribe waited this bird both understanding and glory for being praised. He will presently set up his tail. Chiefly against as the sun to the intent you made the better behold the beauty thereof but at the fall of the leaf when his tail fall as he will mourn and hide himself in corners till his tail. Come again as it was I could not it helps smiling at this display of small erudition on so whimsical subject. But I found that the peacocks were birds of some consequence sequence at the hall for Frank. Brace Bridge informed me that they were great favorites with his father who was extremely careful to keep keep up the breed partly because they belong to chivalry and wearing great request at the stately banquets of the olden time and partly because they had pomp and magnificence about them highly becoming an old family mansion. Nothing he was accustomed to say had an air of greater st dignity than a peacock perched upon an antique stone. Own Balustrade master. Simon had now to hurry off having an appointment at the parish. Church with the village choristers foresters who were to perform some music of his selection. There was something extremely agreeable in the cheerful flow of animal spirits. Up The little man and I confess I had been somewhat surprised at his apt quotations from authors Who certainly were not in the range of everyday reading? I mentioned this last circumstance to Frank. Brace Bridge who told me with a smile. That master Simon's whole stock of ammunition was confined to some half a dozen old authors. which which the Squire had put into his hands and which he read over and over whenever he had a studious fit Asi has he sometimes had on a rainy day or among winter evening? Sir Anthony Fits Herbert's book of husbandry. It's been dray Markham's country contentment S- The treatise of hunting by Sir. Thomas cockayne is it Walton's Angler and two or three more. Such ancient worthies of the pen were his standard authorities. He's and like all man who know but a few books. He looked up to them with a kind of idolatry and quoted quoted them on all occasions asked to his songs. They were chiefly picked out of old books in the squires. Here's library and adapted to tunes that were popular among the choice spirits of the last century. His practical application of scraps literature however had caused him to be looked upon as a prodigy of book knowledge by. Yeah all the groom's huntsmen and small sportsman of the neighborhood while we were talking we heard the distant didn't tall of the village bell and I was told that the squire was a little particular in having his household at Church on Christmas morning considering it a day of pouring out of thanks and rejoicing for as old touch her observed at Christmas Miss B Mary and thankful with awe and Feast Thi- poor neighbors the great and the small. If you are disposed to go to church said Frank Brace Bridge. I can promise you a specimen of my cousin Simon's musical achievements us as the church is destitute of an Oregon. He has formed a banned from the village. Amateurs and established a musical sickle club for their improvement. He has also sorted acquire as he sorted my father's pack of hounds according according to the directions of surveys Markham in his country contentment for the base he has sought out all the deep deep solemn mouths and for the tenor the loud ringing mouse among the country bumpkins and for sweet tweet mouths. He has called with curious taste among the prettiest losses in the neighborhood. Though these last he affirms firms are the most difficult to keep in tune. Your pretty female singer being exceedingly wayward and capricious and ferry liable to accident as morning. Though frosty was remarkably fine and clear. The most of the family walked to the church which was a very old building of Greystone and stood near village about half a mile from the park gate. A joining. It was a low snuck parsonage which seemed to have evolved with the church. The front of it was perfectly matted with a huge tree that had been trained against its walls through the dense foliage of witch apertures had been formed to admit light into the small antique lattices as we passed this sheltered nest. The Parson is fourth and preceded us. I had expected to see a sleek well conditioned pastor such as is often found in a snug living in the vicinity of a rich patrons table.

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