Norwich bulletin., 1914-11-25
RURAL HUNGARY ON
 PLANE or RURAL ENGLAND This Interesting Country and People Described by c. TownIey FulIan.
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 Washington, De. c. Nov. 24.-In writing to the National Geographic Society of this city. c. Townley4 ; F'ullarn says that rural Hungary is upon the plane of rural England. Physically she has a beauty all her own" he writes and then continues:
 True, the noble magni1eence of the English estate is not reproduced; but there is a general air of the feudal tradition, heightened by castle, tower and battlement which bring Norman England appreciably nearer. Abbies and monasteries, creations of pure architectural beauty there are not; but the Rococo, the Seccessio, and that splendid Moorish type which passes, represent the achievements. The baroniaI splendors of the old homes of the magnates are first patriarchal and then wonderful"
 Rural Hungary is still the dream of other days. the quaint. still life which and peeps out under the magic of Washington IrvingS. touch--restful, alluring, and casting the reflective grace of innocence upon its mighty sons. Sweet Auburnsn that are passing In other eIimes nestle about every placid valley of this.
 Here is Arcade, home of the happy; and here is the forest prime val; here are vast meadows stretch- ed to the. eastward and pasture to fiockS without number
 @When the land is snowbound, swept by the keen, clear, cold air of the white north, and the long winter nights fall great wood fires crackle on the bare .hearthStones; children and old folk turn to the spinning of silk; the schools take their toll, and yir- ile energies are given over to basket weaving, reed plating, and wood- carving, just as when HoratiuS kept the bridge by the yellow Fiber"
 "A musical, wine-loving, hospitable race warm, generous, and combative; proud and vain; blood-brother in temperament to the impulsive Celt; lowered like him with the curse of Reuben, with a total incapacity to unite on great issues and the power to fight on any soil but his own. but spared the Celtic reproach of having disturbed all states but founded none.''
 Imagine a virile stock which can still sit and think, can mourn its past in a fair present, can fall into gleaming frenzy as its harp or picture poet storms a, delicate imagination with breathless deed; a race which combines the Buddish aversion to ac- tion with the Celtic instinct of oppo- sition, improvident. again, as the Celt; lavish naively charmed at the cour tesy of the stranger; simple, with the barbarian lust of pleasure to the eye, sensitive to it's inmost chords to gentleness-a passionate, chivalric, lovable, dreamy race of fatalists; the true Asian mystery"
 This brave, patient, enduring folk has sung it's race back to it's ancient freedom. It has sung, in the sweet mother-tongue that but for it had been long forgotten. of the glorious dead and the stricken field. of mem ories enshrined in wonderful lore, of hone a1l6r Of rapr6t. t1f dnSY1a For it has withal, that touch of humor which none but Magyar could so finely have described as the smile be- tween tear!
 Pastoral Hungary has features all it's own. It stretches across the viStas of the Great Plain in the region of Hortobagy There lives the genuine, l original Magyar: the Centaur- Mag eppas who. like his sires of old, that rushed Alexander on the plains of Sogdiana, rides like devil of the twilight; eats, drinks and sleeps on his small, tireless charger, and chokes with pure delight in lust of life and rush of wind.''
 Many of the Hungarian customs are full Of quaintneSS to the WeSterner. Of the weddings and dances of the peasants. MT. TownIey- FuHam says:
 See him on St. Stephens Day in a picturesque garb, not riotouSly boiSt- erous, but gay in color and food. Or see him at a wedding arranged to suit the crops and rather for the con- venience of the villagers. Then the festivities last from one to four days. One does not wait for invitation; the going is a matter of courtesy to the bride. One drinks and dances dances and drinks. sleeps under the table, in the pigstyle, on the grass, anywhere, to rise and dance again. Day or night the music never stops, the wine springs never run dry.
 ''The peasant girl whose considera- tion depends upon the number of pet ticoats she can afford to wear-I have seen one with 5--wears the iack-boots. which are family heair- looms, and thus weighted dances till she collapses and revives to dance again"