In a Green Shade: A Country Commentary

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In a Green Shade.
A Country Commentary.
By Maurice Hewlett.
London G. Bell and Sons 1920
All of these Essays, with two exceptions, have been published periodically. All, without exception, have been revised and corrected. My thanks for hospitality afforded to them en route are due to the Westminster Gazette , Daily News , and Daily Chronicle ; to the New Statesman ; to the Cornhill Magazine , Fortnightly Review , Anglo-French Review , and London Mercury .
BROADCHALKE, 22 Jan. 1920.
PAGE NOTE v ROUND ABOUT A PREFACE ix CHANGE AND THE PEASANTRY 1 A HERMITAGE IN SIGHT 6 DORIAN MODES 11 CHURCH AND THE MAN 16 BESSY MOORE 20 THE MAIDS 31 POETRY AND THE MODE 35 POLYOLBION 45 THE WELTER 50 CATNACHERY 54 LANDNAMA 60 WORKS AND DAYS 64 THE ENGLISH HESIOD 72 FLOWER OF THE FIELD 83 UNDER THE HARVEST MOON 87 LA PETITE PERSONNE 91 A FOOL OF QUALITY 99 SHERIDAN AS MANIAC 105 A FOOTNOTE TO COLERIDGE 119 THE CRYSTAL VASE 132 NOCTES AMBROSIANÆ 147 SKELETONS AT A FEAST 151 A COMMENTARY UPON BUTLER 156 THE COMMEMORATION 164 THE QUAKER EIRENICON 168
The title has become equivocal, since there are more green shades in employment now than were dreamed of by Andrew Marvell. Science is a great maker of homophones, without respect for the poets. There is, for instance, the demilune of lined buckram borne by the weak-eyed on their foreheads, the phylactery of the have-beens—I lay myself open to be believed a cripple, or to look an old fool. A vivacious reviewer in Punch's Booking Office, will have a vision of me as a babbling elder peering at society from below a green pent. However—I must risk it. It says exactly what I mean; and what I have written I have written.
The point is that, having worked hard for a good many years, I can now consider my latter end under conditions favourable to leisurely and extended thought, sometimes in a garden made, if rightly made, in my own image, sometimes in a house which was built aforetime, in a day when men wrought for posterity as well as for themselves. In such seed-plots it is impossible that one's thoughts should not take colour as they rise. Whithersoever I look I see as much permanency as is good for any sojourner upon earth; I see embodied tradition, respect for Nature's laws, attention to beauty, subservience to use; all this within doors. Outside, the trees, the flowers are my calendar; the birds chime the hours; periodically the church-bell calls the travellers home. Between all these friendly monitors it is hard if one cannot keep the mean. If the passing-bell tempts me to moralise overmuch I may turn to the creatures, and learn to live for the moment. I should be slow to confess how much worldly wisdom I have won from what we choose to call the lower orders of creation, because nobody willingly betrays the whereabouts of his buried treasure, or the amount of it. Mr. Pepys, I remember, forgot both on a certain occasion, and had a devil of a time until he recovered his hoard. But my wealth was not made with hands, or not with my hands.