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Fair
prospects
wed
happily
with
fair
times
;
but
alas
,
if
times
be
not
fair
!
Men
have
oftener
suffered
from
,
the
mockery
of
a
place
too
smiling
for
their
reason
than
from
the
oppression
of
surroundings
oversadly
tinged
.
Haggard
Egdon
appealed
to
a
subtler
and
scarcer
instinct
,
to
a
more
recently
learnt
emotion
,
than
that
which
responds
to
the
sort
of
beauty
called
charming
and
fair
.
Indeed
,
it
is
a
question
if
the
exclusive
reign
of
this
orthodox
beauty
is
not
approaching
its
last
quarter
.
The
new
Vale
of
Tempe
may
be
a
gaunt
waste
in
Thule
;
human
souls
may
find
themselves
in
closer
and
closer
harmony
with
external
things
wearing
a
sombreness
distasteful
to
our
race
when
it
was
young
.
The
time
seems
near
,
if
it
has
not
actually
arrived
,
when
the
chastened
sublimity
of
a
moor
,
a
sea
,
or
a
mountain
will
be
all
of
nature
that
is
absolutely
in
keeping
with
the
moods
of
the
more
thinking
among
mankind
.
And
ultimately
,
to
the
commonest
tourist
,
spots
like
Iceland
may
become
what
the
vineyards
and
myrtle
gardens
of
South
Europe
are
to
him
now
;
and
Heidelberg
and
Baden
be
passed
unheeded
as
he
hastens
from
the
Alps
to
the
sand
dunes
of
Scheveningen
.
The
most
thoroughgoing
ascetic
could
feel
that
he
had
a
natural
right
to
wander
on
Egdon
—
he
was
keeping
within
the
line
of
legitimate
indulgence
when
he
laid
himself
open
to
influences
such
as
these
.
Colours
and
beauties
so
far
subdued
were
,
at
least
,
the
birthright
of
all
.
Only
in
summer
days
of
highest
feather
did
its
mood
touch
the
level
of
gaiety
.
Intensity
was
more
usually
reached
by
way
of
the
solemn
than
by
way
of
the
brilliant
,
and
such
a
sort
of
intensity
was
often
arrived
at
during
winter
darkness
,
tempests
,
and
mists
.
Then
Egdon
was
aroused
to
reciprocity
;
for
the
storm
was
its
lover
,
and
the
wind
its
friend
.
Then
it
became
the
home
of
strange
phantoms
;
and
it
was
found
to
be
the
hitherto
unrecognized
original
of
those
wild
regions
of
obscurity
which
are
vaguely
felt
to
be
compassing
us
about
in
midnight
dreams
of
flight
and
disaster
,
and
are
never
thought
of
after
the
dream
till
revived
by
scenes
like
this
.
It
was
at
present
a
place
perfectly
accordant
with
man
’
s
nature
—
neither
ghastly
,
hateful
,
nor
ugly
;
neither
commonplace
,
unmeaning
,
nor
tame
;
but
,
like
man
,
slighted
and
enduring
;
and
withal
singularly
colossal
and
mysterious
in
its
swarthy
monotony
.
As
with
some
persons
who
have
long
lived
apart
,
solitude
seemed
to
look
out
of
its
countenance
.
It
had
a
lonely
face
,
suggesting
tragical
possibilities
.
This
obscure
,
obsolete
,
superseded
country
figures
in
Domesday
.
Its
condition
is
recorded
therein
as
that
of
heathy
,
furzy
,
briary
wilderness
—
“
Bruaria
.
”
Then
follows
the
length
and
breadth
in
leagues
;
and
,
though
some
uncertainty
exists
as
to
the
exact
extent
of
this
ancient
lineal
measure
,
it
appears
from
the
figures
that
the
area
of
Egdon
down
to
the
present
day
has
but
little
diminished
.
“
Turbaria
Bruaria
”
—
the
right
of
cutting
heath
-
turf
—
occurs
in
charters
relating
to
the
district
.
“
Overgrown
with
heth
and
mosse
,
”
says
Leland
of
the
same
dark
sweep
of
country
.
Here
at
least
were
intelligible
facts
regarding
landscape
—
far
-
reaching
proofs
productive
of
genuine
satisfaction
.
The
untameable
,
Ishmaelitish
thing
that
Egdon
now
was
it
always
had
been
.
Civilization
was
its
enemy
;
and
ever
since
the
beginning
of
vegetation
its
soil
had
worn
the
same
antique
brown
dress
,
the
natural
and
invariable
garment
of
the
particular
formation
.
In
its
venerable
one
coat
lay
a
certain
vein
of
satire
on
human
vanity
in
clothes
.
A
person
on
a
heath
in
raiment
of
modern
cut
and
colours
has
more
or
less
an
anomalous
look
.
We
seem
to
want
the
oldest
and
simplest
human
clothing
where
the
clothing
of
the
earth
is
so
primitive
.
To
recline
on
a
stump
of
thorn
in
the
central
valley
of
Egdon
,
between
afternoon
and
night
,
as
now
,
where
the
eye
could
reach
nothing
of
the
world
outside
the
summits
and
shoulders
of
heathland
which
filled
the
whole
circumference
of
its
glance
,
and
to
know
that
everything
around
and
underneath
had
been
from
prehistoric
times
as
unaltered
as
the
stars
overhead
,
gave
ballast
to
the
mind
adrift
on
change
,
and
harassed
by
the
irrepressible
New
.
The
great
inviolate
place
had
an
ancient
permanence
which
the
sea
cannot
claim
.
Who
can
say
of
a
particular
sea
that
it
is
old
?
Distilled
by
the
sun
,
kneaded
by
the
moon
,
it
is
renewed
in
a
year
,
in
a
day
,
or
in
an
hour
.
The
sea
changed
,
the
fields
changed
,
the
rivers
,
the
villages
,
and
the
people
changed
,
yet
Egdon
remained
.
Those
surfaces
were
neither
so
steep
as
to
be
destructible
by
weather
,
nor
so
flat
as
to
be
the
victims
of
floods
and
deposits
With
the
exception
of
an
aged
highway
,
and
a
still
more
aged
barrow
presently
to
be
referred
to
—
themselves
almost
crystallized
to
natural
products
by
long
continuance
—
even
the
trifling
irregularities
were
not
caused
by
pickaxe
,
plough
,
or
spade
,
but
remained
as
the
very
finger
-
touches
of
the
last
geological
change
.
The
above
-
mentioned
highway
traversed
the
lower
levels
of
the
heath
,
from
one
horizon
to
another
.
In
many
portions
of
its
course
it
overlaid
an
old
vicinal
way
,
which
branched
from
the
great
Western
road
of
the
Romans
,
the
Via
Iceniana
,
or
Ikenild
Street
,
hard
by
.
On
the
evening
under
consideration
it
would
have
been
noticed
that
,
though
the
gloom
had
increased
sufficiently
to
confuse
the
minor
features
of
the
heath
,
the
white
surface
of
the
road
remained
almost
as
clear
as
ever
.
