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ty took me into their dismal precincts； a sick buzzing in the brain； a languor as of exhausted limbs； es upon me with the memory。 The relief with which I stepped out into the street again； when all was over！ Dear to me then was poverty； which for the moment seemed to make me a free man。 Dear to me was the labour at my desk； which； by parison； enabled me to respect myself。
Never again shall I shake hands with man or woman who is not in truth my friend。 Never again shall I go to see acquaintances with y brothers？ Nay； thank Heaven； that they are not！ I will do harm； if I can help it； to no one； I will wish good to all； but I will make no pretence of personal kindliness where； in the nature of things； it cannot be felt。 I have grimaced a smile and pattered unmeaning words to many a person whom I despised or from whom in heart I shrank； I did so because I had not courage to do otherwise。 For a man conscious of such weakness； the best is to live apart from the world。 Brave Samuel Johnson！ One such truth…teller is worth all the moralists and preachers who ever laboured to humanise mankind。 Had HE withdrawn into solitude； it would have been a national loss。 Every one of his blunt； fearless words had more value than a whole evangel on the lips of a timidly good man。 It is thus that the monalty； however well clad； should be treated。 So seldom does the fool or the ruffian in broadcloth hear his just designation； so seldom is the man found who has a right to address him by it。 By the bandying of insults we profit nothing； there can be no useful rebuke which is exposed to a tu quoque。 But； as the world is； an honest and wise man should have a rough tongue。 Let him speak and spare not！
XIV
Vituperation of the English climate is foolish。 A better climate does not exist……for healthy people； and it is always as regards the average native in sound health that a climate must be judged。 Invalids have no right whatever to talk petulantly of the natural changes of the sky； Nature has not THEM in view； let them （if they can） seek exceptional conditions for their exceptional state； leaving behind them many a million of sound； hearty men and women who take the seasons as they e； and profit by each in turn。 In its freedom from extremes； in its mon clemency； even in its caprice； which at the worst time holds out hope； our island weather pares well with that of other lands。 Who enjoys the fine day of spring； summer； autumn； or winter so much as an Englishman？ His perpetual talk of the weather is testimony to his keen relish for most of what it offers him； in lands of blue monotony； even as where climatic conditions are plainly evil； such talk does not go on。 So； granting that we have bad days not a few； that the east wind takes us by the throat； that the mists get at our joints； that the sun hides his glory too often and too long； it is plain that the result of all es to good； that it engenders a mood of zest under the most various aspects of heaven； keeps an edge on our appetite for open…air life。
I； of course； am one of the weaklings who； in grumbling at the weather； merely invite passion。 July； this year； is clouded and windy； very cheerless even here in Devon； I fret and shiver and mutter to myself something about southern skies。 Pshaw！ Were I the average man of my years； I should be striding over Haldon； caring not a jot for the heavy sky； finding a score of pensations for the lack of sun。 Can I not have patience？ Do I not know that； some morning； the east will open like a bursting bud into warmth and splendour； and the azure depths above will have only the more solace for my starved anatomy because of this protracted disappointment？
XV
I have been at the seaside……enjoying it； yes； but in what a doddering； senile sort of way！ Is it I who used to drink the strong wind like wine； who ran exultingly along the wet sands and leapt from rock to rock； barefoot； on the slippery seaweed； who breasted the swelling breaker； and shouted with joy as it buried me in gleaming foam？ At the seaside I knew no such thing as bad weather； there were but changes of eager mood and full…blooded life。 Now； if the breeze blow too roughly； if there e a pelting shower； I must look for shelter； and sit with my cloak about me。 It is but a new reminder that I do best to stay at home； travelling only in reminiscence。
At Weymouth I enjoyed a hearty laugh； one of the good things not easy to get after middle age。 There was a notice of steamboats which ply along the coast； steamboats remended to the public as being 〃REPLETE WITH LAVATORIES AND A LADIES' SALOON。〃 Think how many people read this without a chuckle！
XVI
In the last ten years I have seen a good deal of English inns in many parts of the country； and it astonishes me to find how bad they are。 Only once or twice have I chanced upon an inn （or； if you like； hotel） where I enjoyed any sort of fort。 More often than not； even the beds are unsatisfactory……either pretentiously huge and choked with drapery； or hard and thinly accoutred。 Furnishing is uniformly hideous； and there is either no attempt at ornament （the safest thing） or a villainous taste thrusts itself upon one at every turn。 The meals； in general； are coarse and poor in quality； and served with gross slovenliness。
I have often heard it said that the touring cyclist has caused the revival of wayside inns。 It may be so； but the touring cyclist seems to be very easily satisfied。 Unless we are greatly deceived by the old writers； an English inn used to be a delightful resort； abounding in fort； and supplied with the best of food； a place； too； where one was sure of wele at once hearty and courteous。 The inns of to…day； in country towns and villages； are not in that good old sense inns at all； they are merely public…houses。 The landlord's chief interest is the sale of liquor。 Under his roof you may； if you choose； eat and sleep； but what you are expected to do is to drink。 Yet； even for drinking； there is no decent acmodation。 You will find what is called a bar…parlour； a stuffy and dirty room； with crazy chairs； where only the sodden dram…gulper could imagine himself at ease。 Should you wish to write a letter； only the worst pen and the vilest ink is forthing；