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Identifier: brightonroadclas00harp (find matches)
Title: The Brighton road : the classic highway to the south
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Harper, Charles G. (Charles George), 1863-1943
Subjects: Horses Brighton (England) -- Description and travel England -- Social life and customs
Publisher: London : C. Palmer
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Tufts University

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chancel arch hangs a painting of the RoyalArms, painted in the time of George the Third, fadedand tawdry, with dandified unicorn and a gambogelion, all teeth and mane, regarding the congregationon Sundays, and empty benches at other times, withthe most amiable of grins. It is quite typical ofPyecombe that those old Royal Arms should stillremain ; for the place is what it was then, and then itdoubtless was what it had been in the days of goodQueen Anne, or even of Elizabeth, to go no furtherback. The grey tower tops the hill as it has donesince the Middle Ages, the few cottages cluster about itas of yore, and only those who lived in those humblehomes, or reared that church, are gone. Making thecircuit of the church, I look upon the stone quoins andthe bedded flints of those walls ; and as I think howthey remain, scarce grizzled by the weathering ofcountless storms, and how those builders are notmerely gone, but are as forgotten as though they had \fi P * . t (■ fit \ ■■., to., f
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kr-l o H BwH^a 252 THE BRIGHTON ROAD never existed, I could have it in my heart to hate theinsensate handiwork of man, to which he has givenan existence : the unfeeling walls of stone and flintand mortar that can outlast him and the memory ofhim by, it may well be, a thousand years. XXXIII From Pyecombe we come through a cleft in the greatchalk ridge of the South Downs into the country ofthe deans. North and South of the Downs are twodifferent countries—so different that if they wereinhabited by two peoples and governed by two rulersand a frontier ran along the ridge, it would seem nostrange thing. But both are England, and not merelyEngland, but the same county of Sussex. It is awooded, Wealden district of deep clay we have left,and a hungry, barren land of chalk we enter. But it isa sunny land, where the grassy shoulders of the mightydowns, looking southward, catch and retain the heat,and almost make you believe Brighton to be namedfrom its bright and lively skies, and not from th

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