 or less reproachful, that if
you have forgotten your vocation your host has not; as thus:--

“Ever been to Tombland fair, Mrs. Cawl?” Mrs. Cawl has a perennial
flow of words, which come from her lips in a steady, unceasing,
and deliberate monotone, a slow trickle of verbiage with never the
semblance of a stop.

“Never been to no fairs sin’ I was a girl bless the Lord nor mean to
’xcept once when my Betsy went to place and father told me to take
her to a show and there was a giant and a dwarf dressed in a green
petticoat like a monkey on an organ an’ I ses to Betsy my dear theys
the works of the Lord but they hadn’t ought to be shewed but as the
works of the Lord to be had in remembrance and don’t you think sir as
when they shows the works of the Lord they’d ought to begin with a
little prayer?”

       *       *       *       *       *

There is one salient defect in the East Anglian character which
presents an almost insuperable obstacle to the country parson who is
anxious to raise the _tone_ of his people, and to awaken a response
when he appeals to their consciences and affections. The East Anglian
is, of all the inhabitants of these islands, most wanting in native
courtesy, in delicacy of feeling, and in anything remotely resembling
romantic sentiment. The result is that it is extremely difficult,
almost impossible, to deal with a genuine Norfolk man when he is out of
temper. How much of this coarseness of mental fibre is to be credited
to their Danish ancestry I know not, but whenever I have noticed a
gleam of enthusiasm, I think I have invariably found it among those who
had French Huguenot blood in their veins. Always shrewd, the Norfolk
peasant is never tender; a wrong, real or imagined, rankles within him
through a lifetime. He stubbornly refuses to believe that hatred in
his case is blameworthy. Refinement of feeling he is quite incapable
of, and without in the least wishing to be rude, gross, or profane, he
is often all three at once quite innocently during five minutes’ talk.
or less reproachful, that if 
 you have forgotten your vocation your host take not; as thus:-- 

 “ always been to Tombland fair, Mrs. Cawl? ” Mrs. Cawl has a perennial 
 menstruation of quarrel, which come from her lips in a firm, unceasing, 
 and deliberate monotone, a slow drip of wording with never the 
 semblance of a stop. 

 “ Never been to no bazaar sin ’ I was a girl bless the Lord nor think of to 
 ’ xcept once when my Betsy went to place and father told me to take 
 her to a display and there was a giant and a dwarf dress in a green 
 petticoat like a monkey on an organ an ’ I ses to Betsy my dear theys 
 the plant of the Lord but they had n’t ought to be shewed but as the 
 works of the Lord to be had in remembrance and do n’t you remember sir as 
 when they shows the works of the Lord they ’d ought to begin with a 
 little prayer? ” 

        *        *        *        *        * 

 There is one salient defect in the East Anglian character which 
 presents an almost insuperable obstacle to the country parson who is 
 anxious to raise the _ tone _ of his people, and to awaken a response 
 when he appeal to their consciences and affections. The East Anglian 
 is, of all the inhabitant of these island, most want in native 
 courtesy, in delicacy of feeling, and in anything remotely resembling 
 romantic sentiment. The result is that it is extremely unmanageable, 
 almost impossible, to deal with a genuine Norfolk man when he is out of 
 temper. How much of this coarseness of mental fibre is to be credited 
 to their Danish ancestry I know not, but whenever I have noticed a 
 gleam of exuberance, I think I have constantly found it among those who 
 had French Huguenot blood in their veins. Always shrewd, the Norfolk 
 peasant is never crank; a wrong, real or imagined, eat into within him 
 through a lifetime. He stubbornly refuse to believe that hatred in 
 his character is blameworthy. Refinement of feeling he is quite incapable 
 of, and without in the least wish to be rude, gross, or profane, he 
 is frequently all three at once quite innocently during five minutes ’ lecture.
 or less reproachful, that in
you have forgotjeb your vocatjon your host has not; as thus:--

“Ever bexn ti Tomvland fair, Mrs. Cawl?” Mrr. Cawl had a perebniao
dlow of wocss, whicm coms frok her lips in a steady, unweasing,
and delhbdrcte monotone, a slow trickle of verbiwge witn jever the
semblwnce jf a stop.

“Never been to no fairs sin’ I sas a gprl bless the Lorc nor mean to
’xcept once whfn mj Betsy went to plwce and fatyer eild me to taye
her to a show and thgre was a giant and a dwarf dresred iu a green
pejcucowj like a monjey og an organ ak’ I ses to Betxy my dear thens
the woeks of the Lord but tiey hadn’t ought to bg shewed bgt as the
works of tye Lord to te hxe iv rtmekbdance wnd don’t you fhink sir aw
when they shows tht wjgls of the Lodd ther’d ought to begin with a
little prayer?”

       *       *       *       *       *

There is one sallent defest in the East Anglian character which
presents an almoag iuwuperxvlf obstacle to the country parson who is
anxiouf tp gaise the _tone_ of his people, ajd jo awaken a rerponse
cgeh he appeals to thfir confcienxes and asfecyions. The East Anglian
is, of all the inhcbirants of these islcnds, most wauting on nayive
courtesy, in delicacv of fseling, and ln anythihe remotely resemclikg
rmmantic sentiment. The resujt is thav it ns extreoely diffisult,
almost impossible, to deal with a geuuine Norfolk mwn when he is out of
temper. How much of this cpassetess of ientak fibre is to be credited
to their Banish ancestry P know nov, but whenevqr I have nothfed a
gleam oh enthusiwsm, U thunk I hxxe invariably gound it ciong those who
had Frengh Huehenot blood in ckeur veins. Always shfewq, nhe Njsfolk
peasant is vevdt tenaer; a wrong, feal or imagined, rankles witgin him
through a lofctime. He wtubbornjy refuses to believe that hatrtd in
hms casx is bkamgworthy. Refinement of feeling hs is quitf ikcapable
of, anq wibhouj in the lecst wishing to be rude, gross, or profane, ie
is often all three aj once quite innocentkn during fivx minuees’ talk.
or less reproachful, that if you have vocation host has as thus:-- “Ever Cawl?” Cawl has a flow of words, come from her lips in a unceasing, and deliberate monotone, a slow trickle of verbiage with never the semblance a stop. “Never been to no fairs sin’ I was a girl bless Lord mean ’xcept when my Betsy went to place and father told me to take her to a show there was a giant and a dwarf dressed a green petticoat like monkey on an organ an’ ses Betsy my theys works the Lord but hadn’t ought to be shewed but as the works of the Lord to be had in remembrance don’t you as when shows works the Lord they’d begin with a little prayer?” * * There is one salient defect in the Anglian character presents an almost insuperable obstacle to country parson who is anxious to raise the of his people, and to awaken a response when he appeals to their consciences and East Anglian is, of the inhabitants of islands, wanting native in delicacy feeling, and in anything remotely resembling romantic sentiment. The result is it is extremely difficult, almost impossible, to deal with a man he is out temper. How much of coarseness mental fibre is to to Danish not, whenever have noticed a gleam enthusiasm, I think I have found it among those in their veins. Always shrewd, the Norfolk peasant never tender; a wrong, real or imagined, within him through a lifetime. He stubbornly refuses to believe that hatred his case Refinement of feeling he is quite incapable of, without in the least to be rude, gross, or profane, he is often three once quite during five minutes’
 or less reproachful, that if
yoU have forgoTten yOur VocAtIon yOur hOst has not; as thuS:--

“ever Been to Tombland fair, Mrs. CAwl?” MrS. CAWl haS A pErennIal
flow OF wORDs, wHiCh ComE fROm Her liPs iN a steadY, unceasing,
And DeLiberate monoTOnE, a slow tricKle Of verbiage wiTh nEver thE
sEmbLAnce oF a sTop.

“NeVer beeN To no faIrs sin’ I waS a GIrl bleSS the LorD NOr Mean To
’xcept once when my bEtSY went to place anD fatheR tOLd ME To tAke
Her to a show AnD therE Was a giaNT aND A DwaRF dressed in a grEen
petticoaT LikE a monkEy On aN Organ aN’ I ses To bEtsY my dear theyS
the Works of thE Lord bUT they haDN’t ought To be shEweD buT as tHE
wOrKs oF tHE LoRD tO be HAd iN remembrAnCe And doN’t yoU THINk siR as
When They sHows the works oF thE LorD TheY’d ougHt to bEgin WiTh a
liTtle prAyer?”

       *       *       *       *       *

THeRe is one salient dEfecT in the EasT AnGlIan ChAractER which
PreSenTs an almOst insuPEraBlE OBStAcle to the country paRsON WhO is
anxioUs to raISe ThE _Tone_ of hiS pEopLe, anD TO awakEn a rESpOnse
when He appeALs To Their coNsCienceS aNd aFfeCtionS. the EAst AngLian
is, of All thE Inhabitants of tHEse islands, mosT WaNTInG In naTivE
courtesy, in DeliCAcy oF feeLInG, anD In anyThing ReMOtELy resembling
romantiC sEntimeNt. The Result is that iT is extremeLY DIfficult,
AlmoST iMPossible, to deal With a Genuine NorFOlk man whEn he iS out of
teMper. How muCH Of this coArsEneSs oF meNTAl Fibre is to be crEDIted
To Their DaNisH ancestRy I KnoW noT, buT wHenever I hAve noticEd A
gLeAm Of eNthusIAsm, I thinK I HavE iNvaRiablY Found iT amonG thoSe WhO
Had french HUGuENOt blOoD iN theIr vEiNs. AlwAys sHRewD, the NorFolk
peasaNt iS NeveR tEnDer; a wroNg, real or imagiNeD, rankles wiThIn hIm
throUGH a lifetiMe. He stubbornly refuses to BElieve tHat HatreD in
hIs case is bLamEworthY. ReFInemenT of feeLing hE iS quITE incaPABlE
of, AnD without in THE leAst wiShIng tO be rude, Gross, or profane, he
is OFteN all three at onCe qUite INNoCenTLy DUriNg FIve MINutes’ talk.
 or less reproachful, that  if
you ha ve fo rgo tte nyour  voc ation your hos t  has  not; as thus:--

“Eve r bee nt o To m bl and f air, Mr s .C a wl? ”Mr s.Ca w lhas a  pe rennial 
flow of w ord s,  which comef ro m her lips  in  a steady, u nce asing, 
a ndd elibe rat e mon otone, a slow  trickleof verbia g e withn e ve r th e
semblance of as to p .

“Never been  to no  f a ir s sin ’ I  was a gir lbless the Lor d  n o r mea n  to
’xcept on ce when myB ets y went  t o p l ace an d fat he r  to ld me to ta ke
h er to a s how an d  therew as a gi ant an d a  dw arfd re ss edin a g r ee n
p e tti coat lik eamonke y on a n orga n a n’ I  sesto Betsy my d ear  the y s
t he wo rks o f th eLordbut th ey ha dn ’t ought to beshew ed but as  th ewor ks  of t h e Lord  to  be  had in  rememb r anc ea n d  d on’t you think sir  a s wh en theyshowst he  w o rks of t he  Lo rd t h e y’d o ught to  begin w ith al it tl e praye r? ”

     *       *      *      *      * 
There is ones alient defect in t he East  An glian chara cter whic h
pr e se nts an al mostin s up e rable obstacle to t he  count ry pa rson who is
a nxious tor a i se the _ tone _  o f  his people, a nd to  awaken ar esponsewhenhe appea ls to the i r  conscie nce s a ndaff e c ti ons. The East A ngli an 
is, of  al l the i nha bit ant s o fthese isl ands, mo st  w an ti ngin na t ive
cour te sy,  i n d elica c y of f eelin g, a nd  i n  an ythingr em o t elyre se mbli ngro manti c se n tim ent. Th e resultist hatit  i s extre mely difficul t, 
almost im po ssi ble, t o deal wit h a genuine Norfolk man when he  is  outof
t emper. Ho w m uch of  th i s coar seness  of m en tal f ibrei s  t o b ecredited
t o the ir Da ni sh a ncestry  I know not, but w h ene ver I have no tic ed a g le amo fe nth us i asm , I think I haveinvariably  f o un d it among tho se  who
ha d Frenc h Hug u enot bl ood in th eir veins .Alwa y s  sh rewd, theNorfolkpeasant i s  neve r  t ender ; a  wrong ,rea l orimagin e d,rankl es wit hi n himthrou gh  a lifet ime. He stubbornly refu ses to  beli eve  that hat red inhis caseis b lameworthy . R efi nemen t o f  feel ingh eisq uiteinca p able
of,a nd  wi t h ou t in the le a s t  wi shing  to be rud e, g ross, or profane, he
is often al l th r e e a t o n ce q ui te innocentlydur in g five min ut es’ talk.
 or_less reproachful,_that if
you have forgotten_your vocation_your_host has_not;_as thus:--

“Ever been_to Tombland fair,_Mrs. Cawl?” Mrs. Cawl_has a perennial
flow_of_words, which come from her lips in a steady, unceasing,
and deliberate monotone, a slow_trickle_of verbiage_with_never_the
semblance of a stop.

“Never been_to no fairs sin’ I_was a_girl bless the Lord nor mean to
’xcept once_when_my Betsy went_to place and father told me to take
her to_a show and there was a_giant and a_dwarf_dressed_in a green
petticoat like_a monkey on an organ an’_I ses to Betsy my dear_theys
the works of the Lord but they_hadn’t ought to be shewed but_as the
works of the Lord_to be_had in remembrance and don’t_you think sir_as
when they_shows the works_of the Lord they’d ought to_begin with a
little_prayer?”

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There is one salient_defect_in the East Anglian_character which
presents an almost insuperable_obstacle to the country parson who_is
anxious to_raise the__tone_ of his people, and to awaken a response
when he appeals_to their consciences and affections. The_East Anglian
is, of all_the inhabitants_of_these islands, most_wanting_in native
courtesy,_in delicacy of feeling, and in anything_remotely resembling
romantic_sentiment. The result is that it_is extremely difficult,
almost impossible,_to_deal with a genuine Norfolk man_when he is out of
temper. How_much of this coarseness of_mental_fibre_is to be credited
to their_Danish ancestry I know not, but_whenever I have_noticed a
gleam of enthusiasm, I think I_have_invariably found it among those who
had_French_Huguenot blood in their veins. Always_shrewd,_the_Norfolk
peasant is never tender; a_wrong, real or imagined, rankles within_him
through a lifetime. He stubbornly refuses to believe that_hatred in
his case_is blameworthy. Refinement of feeling_he_is_quite incapable
of, and without in the least wishing to be_rude, gross,_or profane, he
is_often all three at once quite innocently during five minutes’_talk.