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Though on different subjects, they are by no means unconnected, but are all, as the title implies, the result of open air studies of men and Nature — of walks and talks in the country — and sometimes in the town ; and all inspired, the writer hopes and believes, by the same spirit — a desire to find a soul of goodness even in things evil, and to make the best of the innocent enjoyments which Nature scatters so bountifully around for all who vi PREFACE. know 3iow to seek and profit by thera. Like Yictor Hugo in his u Kayons et Ombres,," the- author may say II a l'amour des eaux et des bois, and of all that they can teach, which is very much more than those imagine who have never tried what companionship is to be fonnd in solitude; and what pleasant social intercourse is to be enjoyed with people to whom no formal intro- duction has been necessary. September, 1871. CONTENTS. Page i i NTEODUCTOKY The Koad Mender 1 6 m Happy Jack The Language of Animals 14 29 The Intelligence of Plants 47 Country and Town Sparrows 59 Poor Tom ..... 71 A Lover of Trees ..*■■.. 82 Mr. Plant, the English Peasant . 110 A Plea for Bare Feet 124 A "Wit and a Poet .... . 131 lee ...... . 146 Mr. Gomm's Experience of the Poor . 156 Music and Misery in London . . 173 The Mirth of the Million . 188 Flies and Mosquitoes . 202 The Physiology of Hand- Shaking . . 219 The I ieftB "and : a Plea for the Neglecbec . 229 viii CONTENTS. A Great and a Mighty City . The Alphabet of the Lower Creation A Specimen of a New Mythological Dictionary Growth of a London Myth . New Light on an old Snbject . On some Popular and Unpopular Poets . Page 238 256 266 282 304 328 UNDER THE BLUE SKY. INTRODUCTORY. DEARLY love a long day's walk in the country, through the beautiful green lanes of England, through the glens and straths, and over the mountain summits of Scotland, along the margin of the sea-shore, over the cliffs and downs, and wherever there are trees and green fields, or mountains, or a sight of lake or ocean to be obtained. In my walks I am never alone. I find companionship in the wild flowers by the road side, in the birds upon the bough, in the skylark poised high in mid-air, and dropping his jocund notes upon the earth like so many diamonds of melodyo I find occupation for the mind in the varying aspect of the clouds, and the landscape; a landscape which belongs to me, far more than to the lord of the manor, if I admire B 2 INTRODUCTORY. its beauty and lie does not. But though I enjoy the solitudes of nature, I never hold aloof from the companionship of man. I am fond of talking to farm-labourers and shepherds, to beggars and to tramps, to travelling tinkers, gipsies, and showmen. I love to study the wild flowers and weeds of humanity, as much as the botanist loves to study and classify the herbs and flowers that are too lowly and of too ill-repute to find a place in the conservatory, but which belong nevertheless to the great garden of God. In my intercourse with the waifs and strays of civilization, I always find that I can learn something, even from the most ignorant, if I take to them kindly, and do not offend their pride. The poor are as proud, after their own fashion, as the rich ; and the most degraded of men knows that he belongs to the aristocracy of nature, and that, like Alexander Selkirk, in Cowper's well-known poem, he is " lord of the fowl and the brute." He who hath sixpence is king, to the extent of sixpence, says Emerson; and a man is a man, and among the noblest of animals, even when he is taken at his worst. Though the rich may not know it or wish it, there is almost as great a distinction of " caste " in England as there is in India. It is something more than money that divides the rich from the poor, and the poor from the rich; and something else INTRODUCTORY. 3 than money or education — or the absence of one or both — that separates trades from each other, or one class of work-people from another ; and it is exceed- ingly difficult for one whose dress, manners, and conversation mark him as belonging to the profes- sional, commercial, or gentlemanly classes to esta- blish friendly and intimate relations with the pea- santry and lower orders of labourers, or to get at the secrets of their moral and intellectual life. To call upon poor working people in their homes, sug- gests to them that you have a ' ' mission " — religious or otherwise — to reform or lecture them, and they immediately — whether male or female — put on a mental armour to defy you. They do not like to be preached at, or lectured, or patronised, by " unco' guid " or " rigidly righteous " people ; and though they will most likely take your money if you offer it, you will get but little insight into their mode of life or habits of thought, if you talk to them for a twelvemonth. They are on their guard against you, and will not admit you into their confidence, strive as hard as you may. If you sit with them in their beerhouses, they discover at a glance, in whatever way you may have dressed yourself, that you are not one of them ; and they look upon you as a flock of sheep might look upon a wolf, or a congregation of crows upon an alien magpie, who had obtruded into their clan or companionship. But 4 INTRODUCTORY. when you meet with them on the country roads and tramp along with them for miles, not having forced yourself upon their company, but- offering it or accepting it, as from man to man, you may often make the acquaintance of some very excellent people, from whom you can sometimes learn more than they can learn from you. If they have not the know- ledge of books — and even in this respect some of them are by no means ignorant — they have the knowledge of things : and if they look upon man and nature, fate and circumstance, and on the rights and wrongs of the poor, with eyes different from yours, and, perhaps, from a totally opposite point of view, you acquire a new kind of experience, and, it may be, learn something of the previously unsus- pected fires and forces that lie smouldering and latent in the hearts of the multitude, of which our lawgivers are often wholly unaware, and which they would not, perhaps, credit on any authority but that of their own experience. "It maybe some entertainment," says Eobert Burns, in a letter to his friend Robert Riddel, of Glenriddel, " to a curious observer of human nature to see how a ploughman thinks and feels under the pressure of love, ambi- tion, anxiety, and grief, with like cares and passions, which, however diversified by the modes and man- ners of life, operate, I believe, pretty much alike on all the species." Agreeing with Robert Burns in INTRODUCTORY. 5 this particular, not only as regards ploughmen, but labouring men of every description, I never neglect an opportunity to exchange ideas with them, and to inquire how and on what they live 5 what opinions they form of their own class, and of the classes above and below them ; what notions, if any, they have of the government of their own or other coun- tries ; what are their enjoyments, their sorrows, their prejudices ; whether they attend church or chapel ; and what are their ideas of the divine government of the world, and their hopes, if they have any, of a hereafter. THE ROAD MENDER. 1STE of the most respectable men I know, and whose acquaintance I made upon the highway where he does his daily work, is employed to keep three miles of the public road in order. The road winds through a beautiful country, and need not be more parti- cularly specified, lest my good friend the labourer should be pointed out too particularly to the notice of the public of his own neighbourhood. He bears an aristocratic name, and were he dressed in the garb of a gentleman would present a distinguished if not an aristocratic appearance. Pass him when I will, he is always at his work. He labours as if he liked his employment ; he never loiters, or dozes, or takes unfair advantage of his paymaster to " scamp" the job in hand. He clears the pathway from weeds, trims the hedges, sees that the water-courses are clear, looks to the drains, scrapes the horse manure into little heaps by the roadside to be carted away THE BO AD MENDER. 7 by the agencies appointed for the purpose ; levels the roadway wherever it gets worn into holes or ruts, by shovelling in the necessary amount of mac- adam ; and every day has enough to occupy him in all these matters, and fill up the requisite number of hours that he is bound to labour. He has got, it seems, to be very much attached to his three miles of woodland road. He knows every tree on either side, and how old it is ; he can point out those that are the favourite haunts of the squirrel and the dormouse ; and he is acquainted with the common but not with the botanical names of all the hedge flowers and herbs in his district. He is close upon sixty years of age, but looks older, and is seldom to be seen without his short pipe in his mouth, unless when he is spoken to. " What wages do you earn, Mr. Stanley ? " I one day asked him. Stanley is not his name, but he has one quite as aristocratic. " Two shillings a day." " You have a wife and family ? " u A wife and five children." " Are any of the children old enough to earn anything ? " " Not one. The oldest is only ten." ' ( And how can you feed them all, on two shillings a day?" ' ' God knows," he replied. " I don't. The wife 8 THE ROAD MENDER. manages somehow to get them bread and potatoes, though scarcely enough, and a little tea." « No meat?" " Meat ! Well, we sometimes get a little bit of rusty bacon, just to grease the potatoes with ; bacon that shopkeepers, or clerks, or servant girls would not look at, but which we manage to relish. I sup- pose it is because we are hungry. " " Is the Sunday dinner no better than the week day one ? " ' c Well, yes, we buy the offal, as the butchers call it, when it is cheap, as it generally is in the hot weather when it will not keep long." " What do you mean by offal ? " " I mean the heart, liver, and entrails. The wife can cook a little, and chops up these things with onions and salt, to make them savoury, and hide the taste of putrefaction when the things are cheap and not over fresh. When I was a young man, I did not much mind the stale flavour. I had a stomach and an appetite like an ostrich then \ but now that I am growing old, I am getting particular, and prefer cheese to meat. Bread and cheese and onions is not bad fare, after all, if a man gets enough of it." a I see you manage to spare a little out of your earnings for tobacco. Surely you could do without that ? " THE ROAD MENDER. 9 e ' I cannot do without ' baccy/ but I spend very little — next to nothing, I may say — on the article. I find almost all that I need, upon the road. Gen- tlemen who smoke throw away the cigar ends, and I pick up sufficient during the day, to cut or untwist, to supply my pipe. If you stopped my ' baccy ' I should lose the best friend I have in the world — next to my wife." "You seem a strong man. Do you drink beer ?" " I am a strong man, thank God ; and I hope there is no harm in liking a glass of good ale or beer?" " Not in the least. I know I like it, if it be good, and shall have much pleasure in treating you to a pint." " Thank you kindly. I never begged a glass of beer in my life, and would scorn to do it, but I never refused one if offered. People are pretty good to me, and I get two or three pints in a week, or more than that, from acquaintances on the road. But the beer gets awfully bad now-a-days. The publicans are not honest. They put water in their beer first, and that makes it weak ; and then they put drugs into it, to make it strong again. I think such men ought to be severely punished. It's worse than poaching, in my opinion." ' l And in mine, too ; and if I could have my way, I would make such an example of some of the 10 THE ROAD MENDER. poisoners of the poor man's beer, as would create a talk in the world." "Yes, sir, it's cruel; and the more cruel because it is the poor, who can't help themselves, who are made to suffer." " Do you earn daily wages all the year round ? " " No. Whenever there is a hard frost, or the snow lies upon the ground, I have to shut up. In such times I earn nothing, though they are just the times when a man requires most. Coals are dear, but we get them at half price at a place in the village, where the gentry subscribe to let us have them. And then I have the privilege of gathering sticks and windfalls, which helps a little." ' c And when you are too old to work, what then V I asked suggestively. "Well, there is first of all, the workhouse, and after that, the grave. If it were not for the work- house, I sometimes think that the squires and great people would not have such a nice time of it in this world, as they have. I don't want to go there, how- ever. I should like to work on, and earn my wage to the last. England's a poor place for such as I am, at the best. There are too many of us. That's the truth." ' ' You can read ? " " Ay, well enough ; and I like reading, too, espe- cially the newspapers." TEE ROAD MENDER. 11 " Do you take in a penny paper ?" " No, indeed, but I borrow one, when it's a week old, from the butcher. I get the news stale, as I do my victuals, but contrive to learn what is going on in the world. " " Do you read in the evening, after your work is done?" " Well, sometimes ;- — not always. I like to have a talk with people, and hear the news of the place. Sunday's my day for reading." ' ( Do you attend church ? " "Not often, for I fall asleep, and I don't like to set a bad example — and to be nudged by somebody near me as if I was committing a sin. Besides, I snore sometimes. I wish I could keep awake at church, but I can't. So I stay away and read the newspaper, and sometimes lie in bed half the day, and bless it as a day of rest." ({ Do you study the politics in the papers V "I don't care much about politics. I have no vote. Fm nobody. But if I had a vote, Fd vote for any gentleman who'd abolish the game laws, and punish the wretches who put drugs into the beer. And I should like to vote for any one who'd bring beef or mutton from Australia or South America, so that I could get meat instead of offal, and live half as well as my lord's footman. But this won't be in my time, I suppose ! " 12 THE BO AD MENDER. "I'm afraid not, though it's not impossible. There's food enough in the world for all mankind, if we could but bring the food to the mouths that require it. Do none of your children go to school?" ' ( Yes, the two eldest, boys of nine and ten, go to school in the winter; but in the summer they get a job now and then as crow boys and sparrow boys, to frighten the birds from the corn, and earn a few shillings to buy clothes with. They'll be able to read and write, and do a little cyphering, I sup- pose, by the time they are fourteen or fifteen.'" " And your own clothes ; how do you manage ? " " Well, clothes last a good while with care and mending". I've got the suit I was married in, and it looks pretty good still. Boots are the most expensive article I have to buy. The wife manages ; and she is a clever woman. She goes out charing sometimes, and gets herself a little bit of finery, and a few ribbons. Lord love her ! She deserves them. And you see I am a sober man, and waste no money in drink, though, as I said, I like my beer, and I like it good, and would like to have the pillory set up once more in our parish. Wouldn't I pelt some people if they got there ! " I took care that the road-mender had some good beer that day — Bass's bottled — which he highly relished. He is, it will be seen, a very favourable specimen of the English peasantry — an honest, TEE BO AD MENDER. 13 hard-working, cheerful, but hopeless man ; born to be a drudge, eking out his life with the aid of charitable coals and chance kindnesses; one who has but little idea of, or care for, the promises of religion — a good man in his way, but practically as much a heathen as his compeers in Greece in the days of Plato. He harbours no resentment against, and entertains no jealousy of, his superiors in station and worldly wealth, and speaks ill of nobody with the sole exception of the adulterators of his beer. The portrait is from the life ; and were there no worse or more ignorant people in England than he, England would be a better place than it is for the labouring classes. HAPPY JACK. HY are you called Happy Jack?" in- quired I of a very worthy man of my acquaintance, who came to my garden to show me some rare plants, which he thought I would purchase. He was a man of the people ; a man in a fustian jacket, with good thick substantial shoes on his feet ; a wide-awake on his head ; a blackthorn walking-stick in his hand ; a wallet at his back ; and a short black pipe in his mouth. He slowly and deliberately removed his pipe to answer me. " The people all calls me Happy Jack," he said.