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It will be our endeavour to tell of the old country houses that Time has spared, the cottages that grace the village green, the stern grey walls that still guard some few of our towns, the old moot halls and public buildings. The spirit of progress is in the air, and lures its votaries on to higher flights.
We shall see the old-time farmers and rustics gathering together at fair and market, their games and sports and merry-makings, and whatever relics of old English life have been left for an artist and scribe of the twentieth century to record. Sometimes they discover that they have been following a mere will-o'-the-wisp, that leads them into bog and quagmire whence no escape is possible.
"This is what you are doing with your scenery," said the lecturer, as he took his palette and brushes; he began to paint on the glass that covered the picture, and in a few minutes the scene was transformed.
Instead of the beautiful bridge a hideous iron girder structure spanned the stream, which was no longer pellucid and clear, but black as the Styx; instead of the trees arose a monstrous mill with a tall chimney vomiting black smoke that spread in heavy clouds, hiding the sun and the blue sky.
It may be said that we have begun our quest too late; that so much has already vanished that it is hardly worth while to record what is left.
Ruskin—a true picture of the penalty we pay for trade, progress, and the pursuit of wealth.
Perhaps it was not so great a source of danger in the days of the old wood fires.
It is deadly enough when huge coal fires burn in the grates. For days, or even for a week or two, it will smoulder and smoulder; and then at last it will blaze up, and the old house with all its precious contents is wrecked.
Our forefathers were content with hangings to keep out the draughts and open fireplaces to keep them warm.
They were a hardy race, and feared not a touch or breath of cold.