76 OUT-OF-TOWN PLACES. 



passed by scores of crooked limbs and knots wrought 

 into labyrinthine patterns, which puzzle the eye, more 



than they please. All crooked things are not neces- 

 sarily charming, and the better kind of homeliness is 

 measured by something besides mere roughness. 



Lastly, there is your hospitable gate, with its little 

 rooflet stretched over it, as if to invite the stranger 

 loiterer to partake at his will of that much of the 

 hospitalities of the home. Even the passing beggar 

 gathers his tattered garments under it in a sudden 

 shower and blesses the shelter. And I introduce upon 

 the next page a very homely specimen of this class of 

 gates, which I remember was to be seen many years 

 ago somewhere in County Kent, England. 



Either the sketcher's work was very bad, or else 

 the engraver has failed to give the character of its 

 rough rooflet ; which, if I remember rightly, was but 



