ABSTRACT
Albert A. Cock To Rydal Mount its Wordsworth, and Coniston its Ruskin, to Twickenham its Pope and Horace Walpole, to Freshwater its Tennyson, to Storrington its Francis Thompson, to Box Hill its Meredith – how run these names their melodies and how rich their meaning grows as we draw near to Max Gate at Dorchester. For there was Thomas Hardy.
