enviable position of the english country gentleman, as regards all the pleasures and advantages of life.

alexander of macedon said if he were not alexander, he would choose to be diogenes; alexander of russia also said if he were not alexander, he would choose to be an english gentleman. and truly, it would require some ingenuity to discover any earthly lot like that of the english gentleman. the wealth and refinement at which this country has arrived, have thrown round english rural life every possible charm. every art and energy is exerted in favour of the english gentleman. look at the ancient castle, or the mansion of later ages, and then at the dwelling of the private gentleman now, and what a difference! the castle with its dungeon-like apartments, its few loop-holes for windows, its walls, mounds, moats, drawbridges, and other defences to keep out the hostile prowlers which a semi-savage state of society brought, ever and anon, around it. look at its naked walls, its massy, lumbering doors, its floors spread with rushes, and the rude style in which bed and board were constructed and served; and then turn your eyes on the modern mansion of the country gentleman. what a lovely sight is that! what a bright and pleasant abode, instead of that heavy, martial pile! what a fair country—what a peaceful, well-ordered population surround it, instead of dreary forests, and savage hordes! and look again at the mansion of the feudal ages; see its large, cheerless, tapestried halls, its ill-fitting doors and windows, through which the wintry winds come whistling and[12] careering. what naked, or rush-strewn floors still; what rude fashion of furniture, and vessels for the table; what a rude style of cookery; what a dearth of books; what a miserable and scanty display of portraits on the walls, making those they are intended to represent, look grim and hard as a generation of ogres. then again, look at the modern mansion. what a snug and silken nest of delight is that. see what the progress of the arts and civilization has done for it. how light and airily it rises in some lovely spot. how it is carpeted, and draped with rich hangings and curtains. what soft and elegant beds; what a superior grace in the fashion of furniture, and all household utensils. silver and gold, brass and steel, porcelain and glass, into what rich and beautiful shapes have they been wrought by skilful hands for all purposes. see what a variety of rooms; what a variety of inventions in those rooms, which artificial and refined wants have called into existence. what books enrich the fair library; what glorious paintings grace its delicately-papered walls. hark! music is issuing from instruments of novel and most ingenious construction. and all around what a splendidly cultivated country! what lovely gardens, in which flowers from every region are blowing. here is a vast change!—a vast advance from the rude life of our ancestors; and the more we look into the present state of domestic life, the more we shall perceive the admirable perfection of its economy and arrangements. what was the life of our great nobility formerly in their country halls? with little intercourse with the capital; in the midst of huge forests, and almost impassable roads; hunting and carousing were their chief pleasures and employments, amid a throng of rude retainers. look now at the mode of life of a private gentleman of no extraordinary revenue. when he comes down in a morning, he finds on his breakfast-table the papers which left london probably on the previous evening, bringing him the news of the whole world. there is nothing which is going on in parliament, in the courts of law, in public meetings in the capital, or in any town of the kingdom; no birth, marriage, death, or any occurrence of importance, but they are all laid before him; there is nothing done or said in the mercantile, the literary, the scientific world, nothing which can affect the interests of his country in the most remote degree; nothing, indeed, which can thoroughly affect the well-being of men[13] all the world over, but there it is too. he sits in the midst of his woods and groves, in the quietness of the country a hundred miles from the capital, and is as well acquainted with the movements and incidents of society as a reigning prince could have been some years ago, by couriers, correspondents, spies, fast-sailing packets, and similar agencies, maintained by all the aid and revenues of a nation. and for his morning meal, china and the indies, east and west, send him their tea, coffee, sugar, chocolate, and preserved fruits. lapland sends its reindeer tongues; westphalia its hams; and his own rich land abundance of rural dainties. when breakfast is over, if he ask himself how he shall pass the day, what numerous and inexhaustible resources present themselves to his choice. will he have music? the ladies of his family can give it him, in a high style of excellence. does he love paintings? his walls, and those of his wealthy neighbours, are covered with them. there are said to be more of the works of the great masters accumulated in our english houses than in all the world besides. is he fond of books? what a mass of knowledge is piled up around him! greece, rome, palestine, arabia, india, france, germany, italy, every country, ancient or modern, which has distinguished itself by its genius and intelligence, has poured into his halls its accumulated wealth of heart and imagination. there is hoarded up in his library, food for the most insatiate spirit for an eternity. in the literature and science merely of this country, he possesses more than the enjoyment of a life. think only of the works of our historians and divines, of our travellers,—our natural, moral, and scientific philosophers; of the wit, the pathos, the immense extent of inventions and facts in our general literature; of the glorious and ennobling themes of our great poets. what a mighty difference is there between the existence of one of our old baronial ancestors, who could not read, but as he sate over his winter fire solaced his spirit with the lays of a wandering minstrel; and of him who has at his command all the intellectual splendour, power and wit, the satire, the joyous story, the humour, the elegance of phrase and of mind, the profound sentiment and high argument of such men as chaucer, spenser, ben jonson, shakspeare, beaumont and fletcher, milton, dryden, addison, steele, pope, sam johnson, goldsmith, cowper, and the noble poets of the present day. is it[14] possible that ennui can come near a man who can at any moment call to his presence our jeremy taylors and tillotsons, our barrows, burnets, and stillingfleets—our travellers from every corner of the earth, and our great novelists with their everlasting inventions? why, there is more delight in one good country library, than any one mortal life can consume. if a man’s house were situated in a desert of sand, the magic of this divine literature were enough to raise around him an elysium of perpetual greenness.

but it is not merely within doors that the singular privileges of an english gentleman lie. he need only step out, and he sees them surrounding him on every side. his gardens—by the labours and discoveries of centuries, by the genius of some men who have blended the spirit of nature most happily with that of art, and by the researches of others who have collected into this country the vegetable beauty and wealth of the whole world—have been made more delightful than those of alcinous or armida. look at his glazed walls, his hot and green houses, which supply his table with the most delicious dessert. but go on—advance beyond the boundaries of his gardens, and the pleasant winding walks of his shrubberies, and where are you? in the midst of his park, his farms, his woods, and plantations. now every one knows the healthful and perpetual recreation to be found in any one of these places; the intense delight which many of our country gentlemen take in them, and the beauty and pre-eminence of our english parks, farms, and woods, in consequence. we shall speak more particularly of them presently; but it must not here be forgotten what a boundless field of enjoyment, and increase of wealth, science has of late years opened to the amateur farmer, and to the country gentlemen in general. to their fields, agricultural chemistry, mineralogy, botany, vegetable physiology, entomology, etc., have brought new and inexhaustible charms. they have, in a manner, enlarged the territories of the smallest proprietor into kingdoms of boundless extent and interest. in the study of soils, their defects and remedies; in the selection of plants most consonant to the earth in which they are to grow, or the adaptation of the earth to them; in the inquiry into the mineral wealth that lies below the surface; in cultivating an acquaintance with the various animals, and especially insects, on whose presence or absence depends in a great degree the proper growth or destruction[15] of crops and young woods: in all these the country gentleman has a source of noble and profitable employment for the main part unknown to his ancestors, and worthy of his most earnest pursuit.

but, if all these means of happiness were not enough to satisfy his desires, or did not chime in with his taste, see what another field of animating and praiseworthy endeavour lies before him still, in the official service of his country. retaining his character of a country gentleman, he can accept the office of a magistrate, and become, if so disposed, a real benefactor and peacemaker to his neighbourhood. but he need not stop here. there is no country, not excepting british america, where the path of public service lies so open to a man of fortune, or is so wide in its reach. he can enter parliament; and residing part of the year in the country, can during the other part take his place in an assembly, that for the importance of its discussions and acts has no fellow; for there is no other legislative assembly in the whole world where, with similar freedom of constitution, the same mighty mass of human interests is concerned—to which the same vast extent of influence is appended. i need do no more in proof of this, than merely point to the position of england amid the nations of the earth; her wealth and activity at home; her enormous territories abroad. over all this,—over this extent of country, over these millions of beings, there is not a single country gentleman who has the ambition, but who may be called to exercise an influence. here is a field of labour, enough of itself to fill the amplest desires, and by which, if he have the talent, any man of fortune may rise to the highest pitch of rank and distinction.

but if the country gentleman have not the ambition, or the love of so active a life; if he desire to enjoy himself in a different way, there is yet abundant choice. he may travel, if he please; and what a rich expanse of pleasures and interests lies before him in that direction. in our own islands there is a variety of scenery not to be rivalled in the same space in any other part of the world. the mountains, the lakes, the rivers of wales, scotland, ireland, those of cumberland and derbyshire; the rich plains; the busy cities, with all their arts and curious manufactures; our ports, with all their interesting scenes; the various historical and antiquarian objects; the numerous breeds of cattle, sheep, and horses;[16] the varied kinds of vegetable products, and modes of farming;—these, to a mind of any taste and intelligence, offer plentiful matter of observation in short summer excursions. and what splendid roads, fleet horses, convenient carriages, and excellent inns, are ready to convey him on the way, or receive him for refreshment. if he is disposed to go abroad, who has the money, or the education, to give facility and advantage to travel in every region like the english gentleman?—such are the privileges and pleasures attendant on the country gentleman of england. in all these he has, or may have, the society of women whose beauty and intelligence are everywhere acknowledged; and for the ladies of england living in the country, there are books, music, the garden, the conservatory—an abundance of elegant and womanly occupations. there are drives through woods and fields of the most delicious character; there is social intercourse with neighbouring wealthy families, and a host of kind offices to poor ones, which present the sweetest sources of enjoyment.

i think the extraordinary blessings and privileges of english rural life have never been sufficiently considered. it is only when we begin to count them up that we become aware of their amount, and surpassing character. what is there of divine sentiment or earthly knowledge, of physical, intellectual, or religious good; what is there of generous, social, reflective, retiring or aspiring; what is there of freshness and beauty; of luxurious in life, or preparatory to a peaceful death; what is there that can purify the spirit, ennoble the heart, and prompt men to a wise and extensive beneficence, which may not be found in english rural life? it has every thing in it which is beautiful, and may become glorious and godlike.

such golden deeds lead on to golden days,

days of domestic peace—by him who plays

on the great stage how uneventful thought;

yet with a thousand busy projects fraught,

a thousand incidents that stir the mind

to pleasure, such as leaves no sting behind!

such as the heart delights in—and records

within how silently—in more than words!

a holiday—the frugal banquet spread

on the fresh herbage, near the fountain-head.[17]

with quips and cranks—what time the woodlark there

scatters his loose notes on the sultry air;

what time the kingfisher sits hushed below,

where silver-bright the water-lilies blow:—

a wake—the booths whitening the village green,

where punch and scaramouch aloft are seen;

sign beyond sign in close array unfurled,

picturing at large the wonders of the world;

and far and wide, over the vicar’s pale,

black hoods and scarlet crossing hill and dale,

all, all abroad, and music in the gale:—

a wedding dance—a dance into the night,

on the barn-floor, when maiden feet are light;

when the young bride receives the promised dower,

and flowers are flung, herself a fairer flower:

a morning-visit to the poor man’s shed,

(who would be rich while one was wanting bread?)

where all are emulous to bring relief,

and tears are falling fast—but not for grief;—

a walk in spring—grattan, like those with thee

by the heath-side (who had not envied me?)

when the sweet limes, so full of bees in june,

led us to meet beneath their boughs at noon:

and thou didst say which of the great and wise,

could they but hear and at thy bidding rise,

thou would’st call up and question.

graver things

come in their turn. morning and evening brings

its holy office; and the sabbath bell,

that over wood and wild, and mountain-dell,

wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy,

with sounds most musical, most melancholy,

not on his ear is lost. then he pursues

the pathway leading through the aged yews,

nor unattended; and when all are there,

pours out his spirit in the house of prayer,—

that house with many a funeral-garland hung,

of virgin white—memorials of the young;

the last yet fresh when marriage chimes were ringing,

and hope and joy in other hearts were springing;—

that house where age led in by filial love,—

their looks composed, their thoughts on things above,

the world forgot, or all its wrongs forgiven—

who would not say they trod the path to heaven?

rogers’ human life.