222 - RURAL ARCHITECTURE. 



My money nevef shall be thrown 

 Away on such a deal of stone, 

 When stone of deal is cheaper." 



And 30 the greenest of antiques 



Was reared for Knott to-'dwell in ; 

 The architect worked hard for weeks 



In venting all his private peaks 



Upon the roof, whose crop of leaks 

 Had satisfied Fluellen. 

 Whatever anybody had 

 Out of the comijlon, good or bad, 



Knott had it all worked well in, 

 A donjon keep where clothes might dry, 

 A porter's lodge that was a sty, 

 ^ A campanile slim and high, 



Too small to hang a bell in ; 

 All up and down and here and there, 

 With Lord-knows-what of round and square 

 ■- Stuck on at random every where ; 

 It was a house to make one stare. 



All comers and all gables ; 

 Like dogs let loose upon a bear*. 

 Ten emulous styles stahoyed with care, 

 Tlie whole among them seemed to beaf 

 And all the oddities to spare. 



Were set upon the stables. 



Knott was delighted with a pile , 



Approved by fashion's leaders , 

 (Only he made the; builder smile, 

 By asking, every little while. 

 Why that was called the Twodoor.fityle, • 



Which certainly had three doors!) 

 Yet better for this luckless man 

 If he had put a dowm-ight ban 



Upon the thing m limine ; 

 For, though to quit affairs his plan, 

 Ere many days, poor Knott began 

 Perforce accepting draughts that ran 



AH "ways — except up chimney : 

 The house, though painted stone to mock, 

 With nice white lines round eveiy block, 



Some trepidation stood in. 



