ABSTRACT
This chapter sees people setting this standard of well-to-do respectability before them, daily more and more hastening forth in quest of desirable mansions to dwell. The Widow Douglas, she took me for her son, and allowed she would civilise me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways. The stream of human life goes past. When a rich man builds himself a prison, he puts up all these fences to shut the world out, to shut him in. The lord or baron was a petty king, and had kingly responsibilities as well as power. The Sir Roger, of Addison's time, was the succeeding type of landlord. Hence dyspepsia, nerves, liver, sexual degeneracies, and general depression of vitality; a gloomy train, but whose drawn features you will recognise if you peep into almost any one of those desirable mansions of which spoken.
