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"Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, / To peep at such a world; to see the stir / Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd; / To hear the roar she sends through all her gates, / At a safe distance, where the dying sound / Falls, a soft murmur, on the uninjured ear. / Thus sitting, and surveying thus at ease / The globe and its concerns, I seem advanced / To some secure and more than mortal height, / That liberates and exempts me from them all. " / -COWPER.
AT the mouth of the river upon which Newton Bury was built, and an hour or more distant by train from Newton Bury, was a certain small town, Burrside by name, the pet watering-place of the Newton Bury people. In summer, Burrside was gay with brass bands, and well-dressed promenaders; in summer therefore it was contemptuously eschewed by Mr. Carden-Cox. But in winter, when nobody went to Burrside, when it was transformed into an Arabia Deserta of empty lodgings and unfrequented streets, then Mr. Carden-Cox was given to betaking himself thither for a week or a fortnight of blissful quiet-"the world forgetting, by the world forgot."