Title:  In the Days of My Youth

Author:  Amelia Ann Blandford Edwards

Release Date:  May 26, 2004 [EBook #12442]

Language:  English

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IN THE

Days of my youth.

A novel.

BY AMELIA B. EDWARDS

1874

[Illustration]

Caxton press of
Sherman & Co., Philadelphia.

CHAPTER I.

My birthplace and parentage.

     Dolce sentier,
     Colle, che mi piacesti,
     Ov’ancor per usanza amor mi mena!

     Petrarch.

Sweet, secluded, shady Saxonholme!  I doubt if our whole England contains another hamlet so quaint, so picturesquely irregular, so thoroughly national in all its rustic characteristics.  It lies in a warm hollow environed by hills.  Woods, parks and young plantations clothe every height and slope for miles around, whilst here and there, peeping down through green vistas, or towering above undulating seas of summer foliage, stands many a fine old country mansion, turreted and gabled, and built of that warm red brick that seems to hold the light of the sunset long after it has faded from the rest of the landscape.  A silver thread of streamlet, swift but shallow, runs noisily through the meadows beside the town and loses itself in the Chad, about a mile and a half farther eastward.  Many a picturesque old wooden bridge, many a foaming weir and ruinous water-mill with weedy wheel, may be found scattered up and down the wooded banks of this little river Chad; while to the brook, which we call the Gipstream, attaches a vague tradition of trout.

The hamlet itself is clean and old-fashioned, consisting of one long, straggling street, and a few tributary lanes and passages.  The houses some few years back were mostly long and low-fronted, with projecting upper stories, and diamond-paned bay-windows bowered in with myrtle and clematis; but modern improvements have done much of late to sweep away these antique tenements, and a fine new suburb of Italian and Gothic villas has sprung up, between the town and the railway station.  Besides this, we have a new church in the mediaeval style, rich in gilding and colors and thirteenth-century brass-work; and a new cemetery, laid out like a pleasure-garden; and a new school-house, where the children are taught upon a system with a foreign name; and a Mechanics’ Institute, where London professors come down at long intervals to expound popular science, and where agriculturists meet to discuss popular grievances.