. Our village. THE SHAW N. cptanbcr gtJi. — A bright sunshin\- after-noon. What a comfort it is to get outagain — to sec once more that rarityof rarities, a fine da}-! We Englishpeople are accused of talking over-much of the weather ; but the weather,this summer, has forced people to talk of it. Summer !did I say? Oh! season most unworthy of that sweet,sunny name ! Season of coldness and cloudiness,of gloom and rain! A worse November ! — for inNovember the days are short; and shut up in a warmroom, lighted by that household sun, a lamp, one feelsthrough the long evenings comfortably independen
. Our village. THE SHAW N. cptanbcr gtJi. — A bright sunshin\- after-noon. What a comfort it is to get outagain — to sec once more that rarityof rarities, a fine da}-! We Englishpeople are accused of talking over-much of the weather ; but the weather,this summer, has forced people to talk of it. Summer !did I say? Oh! season most unworthy of that sweet,sunny name ! Season of coldness and cloudiness,of gloom and rain! A worse November ! — for inNovember the days are short; and shut up in a warmroom, lighted by that household sun, a lamp, one feelsthrough the long evenings comfortably independent ofthe out-of-door tempests. Jkit though wc maj- liavc,and did have, fires all through the dog-days, there shutting out daylight ; and sixteen hours of rain,pattering against the windows and dripping from theeaves—sixteen hours of rain, not merely audible, butvisible for seven days in the week—would be enoughto exhaust the patience of J(;b or Gri/zel ; especially if I So OUR VILLAGE Job were a fanner, and
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