CHAPTER 12
ed by surprising passages, urn at sill t on a muddy strand overfloinually by tide. Everye-glass in succo facing, or ottempt to make fine old red St Oggs o sprang up yesterday. tending, for ters days, to be radesmen ended for customers ed from us by c from t of by farmers in drab greatcoats in the
full market-place, it ate of t belonged to a past golden age er - making grist for t vertical millstones s, and terious fluctuations of trade o fear: even t been great of late years. t Oggs did not look extensively before or after. It ined a long past t, and s t reets. Since turies and t ter, so many memories beops! And t time o-morroerday and t forces t used to so sleep. tly and property, and burn men alive; not because any sane and paris Oggs could be brougo believe in titude tle-market, but for a long ed of preac t of fervour in dissenting pulpits on t of infant baptism om of a zeal unsuited to sober times antism sat at ease, unmindful of scism: dissent ion, and Cemptuously at Dissent as a foolis t clung greatly to families in t incompatible ion roversy to break tor orical and argumentative, and Mr Spray t minister o preacical sermons in y bet of to t belief in ternal perdition. But most of Mr Sprays leties, and many old-fasers er let politics alone. Public spirit eem at St Oggs, and men ions ers: ttle or no business of to manage, or, if to become insolvent.
t of t St Oggs in Mrs Gleggs day and at t particular period in ory ime present, and y, being o