The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1843-07-16

We Pre furnished by n correspondent OF the
LONDON Morning. Chro'ids WIN very sIspnle ana
English laborers Contrast II with that OF the
same class in this country.
Here is a conversation with one OF them a
large farm near Abingdon t.
You hold the plough. you say; how old are
You &c bes sixteen Almost"
What wages have you p" Three shillin'
week"
Three shillinss, Have you nothing else I
Don't YOU get yictuals, or part OF taem from your
master o." No, buys them ALL"
All out OF three shihngs %" Ess and buys
-, And what do you buy to eat ~" Buy TO eat
Why, buys bread and lard"
h.vi Do you eat bread and lard always' What
oreakfastf Why, bread and lard
And what for dinner ~ Bread and lard"
what Ter supper; the same r'--" Ees, the same
Tor supper-bread and lard"
II seems to be always bread and lard have
you no boiled bacon nd vegetables 2"-" No, there
be no place TO boil 'en; no time to boil 'em none
10 boil"
g Have you never hot dinner or supper don't
you get potatoes %" Ees !; potatoes, an we pay
for for EN- Master lets US boil 'em once week an we
And what do you eat to them bacon l''--
What then a"-" Lard; never has nothing but
lard"
any day you choose 20" No, has no fire" ''''A''
Have you no fire to warm you in cold wea-
therP'-" No, we never has fire."
:, Where do you go in the winter evenings pa
10 bed, when 1t be time il bent time we
goes to some of the housen as be round about"
10 the tresides of some of the cottagers,
suppose r." Ees, an we can't get "
What 1t you cannot get do yo go into the
farmhouse l"-" No, mustn't never goes nowhere
but 10 bed, an it be very csd'
= Where Is your bed a"-" In the to (stabe.
How many OF you sleep there?"-"A on us as
be hired"
g How many are hired ~" Four last wear: five
" Does any one make your beds for you 9'-No,
"Who washes your sheets Pr" Who washes
Yes, they are washed, l suppose %" No they
bend" 10y
What never washed, Do you mean to saw
you don't have your sheets washed ?"-" No, ne.
yer since coined"
when did you come ?'-" Last Mchaelmas."
Was your bed-clothes clean then pr dare
And don't you know how long they are to serve!
hear tell
$50 one change Of bed clothes serves year
pont you hnd your bed disagreeable Z" " Do l?
DE 100 sleepy. never knows nousht OF it, only
INTO II aiore be Almost asleep / be up at four.
and benz done work afore eight at night
6. nv ioq DON'T go SO long at the plough as that -
NO nut master be always having summat for
we TO do, as be hired; we be always at summat -
Now, If the reader chooses to read on. shall
SHOW HIM the the picture in which this young English
been accustomed to read of, or look on the rural
beauty, of England, must not, because of this.
think that rural England is not beautiful.
Look at the distant hills-the Chiltren and the
Cotswold, whose bare downs and beec hy woods are
yelling themselves in the cloudy blue, which, from
this spot, forms the far margin Of the landscape
Zee the forests and meadows, and farm fields, and
tarm-yards, and villages, and village churches, how
they emerge from the lndstinct distance and ad.
vance IN fuller and fuller form upon the eve until
they stand before us there; the orest and eadows
and farm helds dipping their edges in the Thames
and the villages and vlllage-churches bathing their
shadows in the same bright element And observe
that noble stream, how he comes down from Oxford
University, ,prodgal OF his youth and strength
how he rambes over the country, never hating vet
often turning, as il he preferred the scenes of hls
boyhood. As yet, he is not the Woodworking toll
ing Thames OF London barges and merchant ships
ne Is taking bis pleasure among the races of eight
Dared cutters, gentleman wineries, and fancy Yachts
bearing on his breast the young of Engand's aris-
tocracy.
But now he leaves these, and in valley meets.
lonely and alone, the youthful summer, at whose
teeth loiters love-sick, and she gives him her
hand, and they are welded; and the union of gum.
as it should be. The tall lines, and the elms, the
sturdy sycamore, and the beeches of plebeian
race-not the less lovely than they are
pie ii, has u ahIrayed in early and sim
sha, comes out in decorated uniform laburnum
like 10Th Hussar, comes loaded with trappings;
and The tall pines have added to their winter livery
shoulder knots OF summer buds; the ash tree, always
late, is Fastening his leaves: and the oak
like other veterans, Is ready when wanted-there
he stands trgged out as if he was young again
The brides nearest and dearest relative in England
the hodry hawthorn, gives her away; and troops OF
laughing flowers, blooming, and about to bloom,
come 10 see. There Is the little white headed dasy
struggling through the meadow, some of its kind
lar In the rear, and those in front eager see,
yet Short that they must get upon the very edge
OF the grass bank 10 look over; and the ground ivy
is eoowlng them and dsputng, while the lilies
now that he offers to kiss them they blush and turn
away. The blue bells are trooping along the old
hedge side, and the cowslips are running through
lhe helas az the moment, only avoiding the wet
places while the young forget-me- In The wood
Is looking out and crying, "stop and take me!'
And all across the msadows among the cows, the
buttercups are Fastening, and in their haste saying,
Cow do not hurt me!' And there they are in iroEt
OF all others, laughing, that their dmpled chns are
reflected 10 the deep Thames, and that their more
KIND friends the daises, can see them look in with
out being afraid.
And in yonder thicket that hides the welded pair
when evening falls, and with them conceals The
nightingale there is this moment music in all the
not OF thousand songsters And yonder, by the |
lordly mansion In the woods which miles can only
measure, do the richest OF EnglaDds me lodisis re-
Jolce; and their Joy is all The more that they love |
SKINNER and summer loves England. Above there,
by that church, and down here by this and over by
that other, and all around by the houses of the
churchmen, which we here empowered in trees
ten thousand chorsters OF natures making pour GU;
their happy noises
And III this very tree where we stand-this haw-
thorn, whose blossom loads the evening with sweet
odors-the warblers have their nests and are sing
ing TO their nesting young. Who would say II at
England is not lovely that Englishmen should not
be haapy! On one side of that roof the hawthorn
is resting its branches if the blossom and per.
fume were too heavy tor him to bear. On the 9TH
er side are the lofty elms, leafy, and ready with
their leaves, TO ward off wind and rain, or either
when they come iere too roughly. On the elms,
as on the hawthorns, the little robin, the backbird
the thrush, and other Birds cheerful as they, are
singing the same notes as are sung in yonder woods
around the lordy man non Surely no unhappy
beings can have homes here Let US inquire what