Good night.'"
He sums up Sir Pitt's character by saying. "He never had a taste,
emotion or enjoyment, but what was sordid and foul."
Sir Pitt's brother, the Rector of the parish, is represented as being
almost as abominable as himself, though in a different way--
"The Reverend Bute Crawley was a tall, stately, shovel-hatted man,
far more popular in the county than the Baronet. At College he
pulled stroke oar in the Christchurch boat, and had thrashed all
the best bruisers of the 'town.' He carried his taste for boxing
and athletic exercises into private life, there was not a fight
within twenty miles at which he was not present, nor a race, nor a
coursing match, nor a regatta, nor a ball, nor an election, nor a
visitation dinner, nor indeed a good dinner in the whole county,
but he found means to attend it. He had a fine voice, sung 'A
Southerly Wind and a Cloudy Sky,' and gave the 'whoop' in chorus
with general applause. He rode to hounds in a pepper and salt
frock, and was one of the best fishermen in the county."
The following is a sample of the conversation he holds with his wife,
who, we are told "wrote this worthy Divine's sermons"--
"'Pitt can't be such an infernal villain as to sell the reversion
of the living, and that Methodist milksop of an eldest son looks to
Parliament,' continued Mr.
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