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    From London to Land's End

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    came to Abbotsbury, a town anciently famous for a great monastery,

      and now eminent for nothing but its ruins.

      From hence we went on to Bridport, a pretty large corporation town

      on the sea-shore, though without a harbour. Here we saw boats all

      the way on the shore, fishing for mackerel, which they take in the

      easiest manner imaginable; for they fix one end of the net to a

      pole set deep into the sand, then, the net being in a boat, they

      row right out into the water some length, then turn and row

      parallel with the shore, veering out the net all the while, till

      they have let go all the net, except the line at the end, and then

      the boat rows on shore, when the men, hauling the net to the shore

      at both ends, bring to shore with it such fish as they surrounded

      in the little way they rowed. This, at that time, proved to be an

      incredible number, insomuch that the men could hardly draw them on

      shore. As soon as the boats had brought their fish on shore we

      observed a guard or watch placed on the shore in several places,

      who, we found, had their eye, not on the fishermen, but on the

      country people who came down to the shore to buy their fish; and

      very sharp we found they were, and some that came with small carts

      were obliged to go back empty without any fish. When we came to

      inquire into the particulars of this, we found that these were

      officers placed on the shore by the justices and magistrates of the

      towns about, who were ordered to prevent the country farmers buying

      the mackerel to dung their land with them, which was thought to be

      dangerous as to infection. In short, such was the plenty of fish

      that year that the mackerel, the finest and largest I ever saw,

      were sold at the seaside a hundred for a penny.

      From Bridport (a town in which we see nothing remarkable) we came

      to Lyme, the town particularly made famous by the landing of the

      Duke of Monmouth and his unfortunate troops in the time of King

      James II., of which I need say nothing, the history of it being so

      recent in the memory of so many living.

      This is a town of good figure, and has in it several eminent

      merchants who carry on a considerable trade to France, Spain,

      Newfoundland, and the Straits; and though they have neither creek

      or bay, road or river, they have a good harbour, but it is such a

      one as is not in all Britain besides, if there is such a one in any

      part of the world.

      It is a massy pile of building, consisting of high and thick walls

      of stone, raised at first with all the methods that skill and art

      could devise, but maintained now with very little difficulty. The

      walls are raised in the main sea at a good distance from the shore;

      it consists of one main and solid wall of stone, large enough for

      carts and carriages to pass on the top, and to admit houses and

      warehouses to be built on it, so that it is broad as a street.

      Opposite to this, but farther into the sea, is another wall of the

      same workmanship, which crosses the end of the first wall and comes

      about with a tail parallel to the first wall.

      Between the point of the first or main wall is the entrance into

      the port, and the second or opposite wall, breaking the violence of

      the sea from the entrance, the ships go into the basin as into a

      pier or harbour, and ride there as secure as in a millpond or as in

      a wet dock.

      The townspeople have the benefit of this wonderful harbour, and it

      is carefully kept in repair, as indeed it behoves them to do; but

      they could give me nothing of the history of it, nor do they, as I

      could perceive, know anything of the original of it, or who built

      it. It was lately almost beaten down by a storm, but is repaired

      again.

      This work is called the Cobb. The Custom House officers have a

      lodge and warehouse upon it, and there were several ships of very

      good force and rich in value in the basin of it when I was there.

      It might be strengthened with a fort, and the walls themselves are

      firm enough to carry what guns they please to plant upon it; but

      they did not seem to think it needful, and as the shore is

      convenient for batteries, they have some guns planted in proper

      places, both for the defence of the Cobb and the town also.

      This town is under the government of a mayor and aldermen, and may

      pass for a place of wealth, considering the bigness of it. Here,

      we found, the merchants began to trade in the pilchard-fishing,

      though not to so considerable a degree as they do farther west--the

      pilchards seldom coming up so high eastward as Portland, and not

      very often so high as Lyme.

      It was in sight of these hills that Queen Elizabeth's fleet, under

      the command of the Lord Howard of Effingham (then Admiral), began

      first to engage in a close and resolved fight with the invincible

      Spanish Armada in 1588, maintaining the fight, the Spaniards making

      eastward till they came the length of Portland Race, where they

      gave it over--the Spaniards having received considerable damage,

      and keeping then closer together. Off of the same place was a

      desperate engagement in the year 1672 between the English and

      Dutch, in which the Dutch were worsted and driven over to the coast

      of France, and then glad to make home to refit and repair.

      While we stayed here some time viewing this town and coast, we had

      opportunity to observe the pleasant way of conversation as it is

      managed among the gentlemen of this county and their families,

      which are, without reflection, some of the most polite and well-

      bred people in the isle of Britain. As their hospitality is very

      great, and their bounty to the poor remarkable, so their generous

      friendly way of living with, visiting, and associating one with

      another is as hard to be described as it is really to be admired;

      they seem to have a mutual confidence in and friendship with one

      another, as if they were all relations; nor did I observe the

      sharping, tricking temper which is too much crept in among the

      gaming and horse-racing gentry in some parts of England to be so

      much known among them any otherwise than to be abhorred; and yet

      they sometimes play, too, and make matches and horse-races, as they

      see occasion.

      The ladies here do not want the help of assemblies to assist in

      matchmaking, or half-pay officers to run away with their daughters,

      which the meetings called assemblies in some other parts of England

      are recommended for. Here is no Bury Fair, where the women are

      scandalously said to carry themselves to market, and where every

      night they meet at the play or at the assembly for intrigue; and

      yet I observed that the women do not seem to stick on hand so much

      in this country as in those countries where those assemblies are so

      lately set up--the reason of which, I cannot help saying, if my

      opinion may bear any weight, is that the Dorsetshire ladies are

      equal in beauty, and may be superior in reputation. In a word,

      their reputation seems here to be better kept, guarded by better

      conduct, and managed with more prudence; and yet
    the Dorsetshire

      ladies, I assure you, are not nuns; they do not go veiled about

      streets, or hide themselves when visited; but a general freedom of

      conversation--agreeable, mannerly, kind, and good--runs through the

      whole body of the gentry of both sexes, mixed with the best of

      behaviour, and yet governed by prudence and modesty such as I

      nowhere see better in all my observation through the whole isle of

      Britain. In this little interval also I visited some of the

      biggest towns in the north-west part of this county, as Blandford--

      a town on the River Stour in the road between Salisbury and

      Dorchester--a handsome well-built town, but chiefly famous for

      making the finest bone-lace in England, and where they showed me

      some so exquisitely fine as I think I never saw better in Flanders,

      France, or Italy, and which they said they rated at above 30 pounds

      sterling a yard; but I suppose there was not much of this to be

      had. But it is most certain that they make exceeding rich lace in

      that county, such as no part of England can equal.

      From thence I went west to Stourbridge, vulgarly called Strabridge.

      The town and the country around is employed in the manufacture of

      stockings, and which was once famous for making the finest, best,

      and highest-prize knit stocking in England; but that trade now is

      much decayed by the increase of the knitting-stocking engine or

      frame, which has destroyed the hand-knitting trade for fine

      stockings through the whole kingdom, of which I shall speak more in

      its place.

      From hence I came to Sherborne, a large and populous town, with one

      collegiate or conventual church, and may properly claim to have

      more inhabitants in it than any town in Dorsetshire, though it is

      neither the county-town, nor does it send members to Parliament.

      The church is still a reverend pile, and shows the face of great

      antiquity. Here begins the Wiltshire medley clothing (though this

      town be in Dorsetshire), of which I shall speak at large in its

      place, and therefore I omit any discourse of it here.

      Shaftesbury is also on the edge of this county, adjoining to

      Wiltshire and Dorsetshire, being fourteen miles from Salisbury,

      over that fine down or carpet ground which they call particularly

      or properly Salisbury Plain. It has neither house nor town in view

      all the way; and the road, which often lies very broad and branches

      off insensibly, might easily cause a traveller to lose his way.

      But there is a certain never-failing assistance upon all these

      downs for telling a stranger his way, and that is the number of

      shepherds feeding or keeping their vast flocks of sheep which are

      everywhere in the way, and who with a very little pains a traveller

      may always speak with. Nothing can be like it. The Arcadians'

      plains, of which we read so much pastoral trumpery in the poets,

      could be nothing to them.

      This Shaftesbury is now a sorry town upon the top of a high hill,

      which closes the plain or downs, and whence Nature presents you a

      new scene or prospect--viz., of Somerset and Wiltshire--where it is

      all enclosed, and grown with woods, forests, and planted hedge-

      rows; the country rich, fertile, and populous; the towns and houses

      standing thick and being large and full of inhabitants, and those

      inhabitants fully employed in the richest and most valuable

      manufacture in the world--viz., the English clothing, as well the

      medley or mixed clothing as whites, as well for the home trade as

      the foreign trade, of which I shall take leave to be very

      particular in my return through the west and north part of

      Wiltshire in the latter part of this work.

      In my return to my western progress, I passed some little part of

      Somersetshire, as through Evil or Yeovil, upon the River Ivil, in

      going to which we go down a long steep hill, which they call

      Babylon Hill, but from what original I could find none of the

      country people to inform me.

      This Yeovil is a market-town of good resort; and some clothing is

      carried on in and near it, but not much. Its main manufacture at

      this time is making of gloves.

      It cannot pass my observation here that when we are come this

      length from London the dialect of the English tongue, or the

      country way of expressing themselves, is not easily understood--it

      is so strangely altered. It is true that it is so in many parts of

      England besides, but in none in so gross a degree as in this part.

      This way of boorish country speech, as in Ireland it is called the

      "brogue" upon the tongue, so here it is called "jouring;" and it is

      certain that though the tongue be all mere natural English, yet

      those that are but a little acquainted with them cannot understand

      one-half of what they say. It is not possible to explain this

      fully by writing, because the difference is not so much in the

      orthography of words as in the tone and diction--their abridging

      the speech, "cham" for "I am," "chil" for "I will," "don" for "put

      on," and "doff" for "put off," and the like. And I cannot omit a

      short story here on this subject. Coming to a relation's house,

      who was a school-master at Martock, in Somersetshire, I went into

      his school to beg the boys a play-day, as is usual in such cases (I

      should have said, to beg the master a play-day. But that by the

      way). Coming into the school, I observed one of the lowest

      scholars was reading his lesson to the usher, which lesson, it

      seems, was a chapter in the Bible. So I sat down by the master

      till the boy had read out his chapter. I observed the boy read a

      little oddly in the tone of the country, which made me the more

      attentive, because on inquiry I found that the words were the same

      and the orthography the same as in all our Bibles. I observed also

      the boy read it out with his eyes still on the book and his head

      (like a mere boy) moving from side to side as the lines reached

      cross the columns of the book. His lesson was in the Canticles, v.

      3 of chap. v. The words these:- "I have put off my coat. How

      shall I put it on? I have washed my feet. How shall I defile

      them?"

      The boy read thus, with his eyes, as I say, full on the text:-

      "Chav a doffed my cooat. How shall I don't? Chav a washed my

      veet. How shall I moil 'em?"

      How the dexterous dunce could form his month to express so readily

      the words (which stood right printed in the book) in his country

      jargon, I could not but admire. I shall add to this another piece

      as diverting, which also happened in my knowledge at this very town

      of Yeovil, though some years ago.

      There lived a good substantial family in the town not far from the

      "Angel Inn"--a well-known house, which was then, and, I suppose, is

      still, the chief inn of the town. This family had a dog which,

      among his other good qualities for which they kept him (for he was

      a rare house-dog), had this bad one--that he was a most notorious

      thief, but withal so cunning a dog, and managed himself so warily,

      that he preserved a mighty good reputation am
    ong the neighbourhood.

      As the family was well beloved in the town, so was the dog. He was

      known to be a very useful servant to them, especially in the night

      (when he was fierce as a lion; but in the day the gentlest,

      lovingest creature that could be), and, as they said, all the

      neighbours had a good word for this dog.

      It happened that the good wife or mistress at the "Angel Inn" had

      frequently missed several pieces of meat out of the pail, as they

      say--or powdering-tub, as we call it--and that some were very large

      pieces. It is also to be observed the dog did not stay to eat what

      he took upon the spot, in which case some pieces or bones or

      fragments might be left, and so it might be discovered to be a dog;

      but he made cleaner work, and when he fastened upon a piece of meat

      he was sure to carry it quite away to such retreats as he knew he

      could be safe in, and so feast upon it at leisure.

      It happened at last, as with most thieves it does, that the inn-

      keeper was too cunning for him, and the poor dog was nabbed, taken

      in the fact, and could make no defence.

      Having found the thief and got him in custody, the master of the

      house, a good-humoured fellow, and loth to disoblige the dog's

      master by executing the criminal, as the dog law directs, mitigates

      his sentence, and handled him as follows:- First, taking out his

      knife, he cut off both his ears; and then, bringing him to the

      threshold, he chopped off his tail. And having thus effectually

      dishonoured the poor cur among his neighbours, he tied a string

      about his neck, and a piece of paper to the string, directed to his

      master, and with these witty West Country verses on it:-

      "To my honoured master,--Esq.

      "Hail master a cham a' com hoam,

      So cut as an ape, and tail have I noan,

      For stealing of beef and pork out of the pail,

      For thease they'v cut my ears, for th' wother my tail;

      Nea measter, and us tell thee more nor that

      And's come there again, my brains will be flat."

      I could give many more accounts of the different dialects of the

      people of this country, in some of which they are really not to be

      understood; but the particulars have little or no diversion in

      them. They carry it such a length that we see their "jouring"

      speech even upon their monuments and grave-stones; as, for example,

      even in some of the churchyards of the city of Bristol I saw this

      excellent poetry after some other lines:-

      "And when that thou doest hear of thick,

      Think of the glass that runneth quick."

      But I proceed into Devonshire. From Yeovil we came to Crookorn,

      thence to Chard, and from thence into the same road I was in before

      at Honiton.

      This is a large and beautiful market-town, very populous and well

      built, and is so very remarkably paved with small pebbles that on

      either side the way a little channel is left shouldered up on the

      sides of it, so that it holds a small stream of fine clear running

      water, with a little square dipping-place left at every door; so

      that every family in the town has a clear, clean running river (as

      it may be called) just at their own door, and this so much finer,

      so much pleasanter, and agreeable to look on than that at Salisbury

      (which they boast so much of), that, in my opinion, there is no

      comparison.

      Here we see the first of the great serge manufacture of Devonshire-

      -a trade too great to be described in miniature, as it must be if I

      undertake it here, and which takes up this whole county, which is

      the largest and most populous in England, Yorkshire excepted (which

      ought to be esteemed three counties, and is, indeed, divided as

      such into the East, West, and North Riding). But Devonshire, one

      entire county, is so full of great towns, and those towns so full

      of people, and those people so universally employed in trade and

      manufactures, that not only it cannot be equalled in England, but

      perhaps not in Europe.

      In my travel through Dorsetshire I ought to have observed that the

     


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