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    Cranford

    By Elizabeth Gaskell

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    Cranford is one of the better-known novels of the 19th-century English writer Elizabeth Gaskell. It was first published, irregularly, in eight instalments, between December 1851 and May 1853, in the magazine Household Words, which was edited by Charles Dickens. It was then published, with minor revision, in book form in 1853. In the years following Elizabeth Gaskell's death the novel became immensely popular.
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    Release dateAug 24, 2016
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    Elizabeth Gaskell

    Elizabeth Gaskell (1810–1865) was a British novelist and short-story writer. Her works were Victorian social histories across many strata of society. Her most famous works include Mary Barton, Cranford, North and South, and Wives and Daughters.

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    • 4/5
      Yet another of those books that, now I've read it, I wonder why on earth I didn't pick it up before. A deeply amusing and poignant look at a certain domestic milieu in mid-nineteenth-century England, told through a series of short vignettes.
    • 5/5
      It has been awhile since I have read a book that has given me nothing but sheer delight.  This is what Cranford did for me.  It runs a gamut of emotions - funny, sad, exciting - without any sense of syrupy melodrama and was a joy to read from beginning to end.Cranford is a small English village comprised mostly of women.   This story concerns some older spinsters and widows - a pair of sisters (Misses Deborah and Mattie Jenkyns) and some of their friends (Miss Pole, Mrs.  Barker, Mrs. Jamieson, and Mrs. Forrester) -  who try very hard to hold onto their sense of gentility and their way of life in a world that is rapidly changing before their eyes.  The narrator remains nameless through most of the book, but it is clear it is a younger female, one who lives in a nearby village and has close ties to the Cranford women.  The men in Cranford (Captain Brown, Mr. Holbrook, Peter, Signor Brunoni, and Mr. Hoggins)  are, for the most part, transient characters.  They come in and out of Cranford and rarely stay for long.  The narrator makes this clear at the very beginning:"In the first place, Cranford is in possession of the Amazons; all the holders of houses, above a certain rent, are women.  If a married couple comes to settle in the town, somehow the gentleman disappears; he is either fairly frightened to death by being the only man in the Cranford evening parties, or he is accounted for by being with his regiment, his ship, or closely engaged in business all the week ...In short, whatever does become of the gentlemen, they are not at Cranford.  What could they do if they were there?" (pg. 1)Cranford was originally published in a serial format in Charles Dickens' Household Words.  It is a series of vignettes told by the narrator to the reader in an intimate tone.  That tone, while often gossipy in nature, is without malice or meanness.  It is much more like catching up on news with an old friend.  Most importantly, though, the vignettes portray women adapting to circumstances and change beyond their control with strength and ingenuity. 
    • 4/5
      This book consists of a series of linked vignettes about life in a quiet country village. Its characters are primarily women living lives of gentile poverty. Episodes include a hero saving a child from being hit by a train, reappearances by long-lost lovers and long-lost relatives, gypsies, a crime wave, and how to act around the aristocracy. This is a quiet, gentle book. It has the feel of a book by Jane Austen or Barbara Pym.
    • 5/5
      ”In the first place, Cranford is in possession of the Amazons; all the holders of houses above a certain rent are women. If a married couple come to settle in the town, somehow the gentleman disappears; he is either fairly frightened to death by being the only man in the Cranford evening parties, or he is accounted for by being with his regiment, his ship, or closely engaged in business all the week in the great neighbouring commercial town of Drumble, distant only twenty miles on a railroad. In short, whatever does become of the gentlemen, they are not at Cranford.”Sweet, gentle satire of the ladies in a fictional Victorian village. We see their fight to stay “genteel” in the face of poverty, their alarms over possible theft and crime, regrets over lost loves, and through al,l their loyalty and kindness to each other. I listened to the audiobook read by Clare Wille, who did an excellent job.
    • 4/5
      Giving it four stars as it exceeded expectations and was genuinely funny in parts. Funniest book I've read all year in fact - although looking back, not a difficult achievement. Each chapter was really a vignette but the book was none the worse for this and there was a kind of plot that came together at the end. Poignant in places. Good to know that people's obsession with status and appearance was being satirised 150 years ago.
    • 3/5
      Elizabeth Gaskell continues to be a disappointment for me... her topics and the Victorian style of her novels should garner high marks from me because this is my favorite genre. However, I found "Cranford" like the other Gaskell novels I've read to be be kind of boring."Cranford" is a loose collection of stories about the older ladies of the community, especially Miss Matty Jenkyns, who goes through a number of tribulations. The stories were pretty slow moving and this felt like a much longer book than it actually was.
    • 5/5
      A delightful book of 193 pages taking place during the industrial revolution in England. It is the story of manners and local customs as mostly seen through the eyes of females. The life of a woman was hard and oft times unhappy; this book was no exception. A great read!
    • 4/5

      What a gorgeous book. After years of avoiding Victorian literature, in the past twelve months I've fallen in love with Gaskell's writing. This is a short work: more a series of episodes than a linear narrative. It centres on the lives of a group of women who dominate society in the small town of Cranford. They are united by being single - widows and spinsters - and by the fact that live in genteel poverty.

      Cranford is at times laugh-out-loud funny, at times deeply moving. Within five minutes of starting the novel I was laughing at the gentle satire on human foibles and life in a small town. Forty minutes later, I was crying about the death of one of the characters. The pattern of alternating laughter and tears continued until the very end. At least, the tears don't last quite till the end: it's a book which thankfully ends on a happy note. Cranford is sentimental, but not cloyingly so. The humour cuts through the sentiment, while making the sad moments even more poignant.

      The novel is a first person narrative in the form of a memoir. Relatively little is revealed about the narrator, although more becomes known about her as the novel progresses. The narrator is herself a lovely character, although the real star of the novel is the wonderful Miss Matty Jenkyns. I love Miss Matty and I loved spending time in Cranford. I'm particularly happy to have listened to the Naxos audiobook version, superbly narrated by Clare Wille. Now I have to watch the BBC television series and see how it measures up to the original. This is a 4-1/2 star read.
    • 4/5
      This novel was first published in 1853. But it isn't too bad. It moved, and it was indeed a "perfect idyll." Its humor was so innocent, its time so Victorian. I didn't mind it at all, and it read fast.
    • 2/5
      Gaskell tried but unfortunately could not live up to the standards of Jane Austen, it picked up somewhat towards the end but still as a whole I found this book to be quite boring. 
    • 5/5
      What an astonishing gift this book is! I'd not heard of Elizabeth Gaskell before seeing this book in an estate auction, and she is a remarkably capable author. I may seek out more books by her. This one is especially interesting, since it contains a preface written by William Makepeace Thackeray's daughter, Anne.Mrs. Gaskell excelled in portraits of the people of her time, and it's wonderful to have this insightful little volume.I bought it for the celluloid cover, which is in almost perfect condition (I have another book with this same after market cover, and have seen others). It still retains some of the original detail work, and even faint traces of the gilding.I am very happy to discover that the inside is just as lovely as the cover.
    • 4/5
      Absolutely delightful! There's no sweeping plot, but little happenings and the comings and goings of the little village ladies were so humorously and lovingly depicted, that I couldn't put the book down. The characters are so lovable, despite of (or thanks to?) their foibles because at the bottom, they care about each other. Funny that a book about elderly spinsters and widows would be so entertaining and engaging! I'm amazed that I'd never heard of Elizabeth Gaskell a long time ago.
    • 4/5
      Ever since seeing Cranford on Masterpiece (made by the BBC), I've been meaning to get to this work. The makers of the television series took a lot of liberties with the book, but I think that the book and the TV series feel the same, and they are both equally good.

      I loved it - thought it was adorable and fun. It's a series of short stories tripping through a small town's life, a town whose society is largely populated with women (spinsters or widowers). There are no earth shattering stories, there is no huge plot. It's just a fun, little humorous look at small town society.
    • 3/5
      The first part of the book feels choppy and episodic; the latter half, after Miss Matty loses everything in the bank failure starts tying the different strands together with the end resolving everything. The recent Masterpiece Theater adaptation took GREAT liberties with the Capt. Brown and Miss Jenkyns story lines, and the novel actually covers a great period of time: I think 10-15 years is suggested by the statement that Flora Gordon (the daughter of Jessie Brown and Major Gordon) is nearly grown at the end of the book (when she hasn't even been born at the beginning). I really enjoy Gaskell's narrative voice for Mary Smith and like Austen she pays close attention to the social action. Miss Pole has to be the poster child for skeptics.

      On a personal note, I started this book with my mother in the hospital in January. I will forever regret not finishing reading it to her.
    • 3/5
      I swing between deciding Miss Matty's a doormat and loving her dearly. Gaskell's wit is delicious.
    • 4/5
      Cranford is a series of short stories about a charming country town in Victorian England that seems to be dominated by a close knit group of nosy spinsters. The stories revolve around the life of elderly Miss Maddie. Although the stories don't have detailed earth shattering plots, they ooze charm. I initially found the book to be a lighthearted and easy listen, but by the end of the book I had really become attached to the kind and generous Miss Maddie and the odd and whimsical residents of Cranford. Excellently narrated by Prunella Scales!
    • 4/5
      Charming, funny, lovely. It is hard to imagine anyone not enoying this book of snippets filled with women whom time is quickly passing by. This book is filled with spinsters and widows living in shabby gentility in the village of Cranford. Readers who enjoy Jane Austen are sure to enjoy this sly and funny book. No romance, but lots of great writing and well-camoflauged statements on class and gender politics in mid-19th century England. Good fun!
    • 3/5
      This book reads as if the author were a little distracted writing it; there are definite threads and themes, but not a lot of structure, and it ends rather abruptly, otherwise I would rate it higher.

      This is one of those books that takes you into the private homes and lives of another time. If you love Jane Austen, this book could be viewed as a portrait of the widows and spinsters so many of her less fortunate characters would be in another 20 years or more. Men are secondary characters, when they appear at all. "Elegant" ladies of limited means, described to us by a visiting younger woman relation, concerned with household economies, reputation, and social status, sparring with each other, supporting each other, showing painful strength of character, as many of them they face all their social constraints, disappointments, poverty, and personal loss. Despite all that it's often a cheerful and funny book.
    • 2/5
      I did not get into this book, The people were shallow, not the writing but the people and I never did manage to find the story line.However the characters were well wirtten and believable. I ended up with a real feeling for the life that they were leading. Just not my seen man.
    • 4/5
      A pleasant story that ends with a bank bust. Lots of quirky ladies involved, mostly with good hearts, and what's not to love about Miss Matty. It takes a while to find out the name of the narrator, and then it's done with little fanfare. A friendly counterpoint to all the Dickens I've been reading, and well written too. Did I mention the tea business? After I finished the book I watched the recent miniseries. It seems a few other Gaskell stories were incorporated into Cranford, and some of the plots were tweaked. Read the book first.
    • 4/5
      4½ stars. I like the light humor & pathos in this novel, very similar in style to Jane Austen, Angela Thirkell or Miss Read. Much more of a fun read compared to Gaskell's North and South…

      Nadia May does a good narration in this audiobook edition.
    • 3/5
      I get the impression that Cranford is Gaskell's most beloved novel, but it's not my favorite. It's very charming and sweet, but I can't get over the sense of sadness and thwartedness that pervades.
    • 4/5
      In need of a bit of a comfort read after the sometimes-harrowing Bridge on the Drina
    • 4/5
      2009, Blackstone Audiobooks, Read by Nadia MayThe charming Victorian town of Cranford is populated by a host of venerable female lovelies. Among them: Mary Smith, the narrator, who stays frequently with Miss Matty Jenkyns, the amiable and good-natured, if rather timid, old spinster – and my favourite character; Miss Deborah Jenkyns, Miss Matty’s imperious older sister, who dies early on in the novel; Miss Pole, allegedly the most enlightened (though I beg to differ) of the Cranford ladies; Mrs Jamieson, a mostly lethargic widow with aristocratic connections and the owner of the beloved dog, Carlo. Male characters, few but nonetheless entertaining, include the poor Captain Brown, who moves to Cranford with his two daughters; a creepy butler; a surgeon; and a travelling magician.And what the ladies do get up to over tea! Miss Deoborah and Captain Brown engage in a positively pretentious literary disagreement over the merits of Dickens and Dr Johnson. Miss Deborah, who considers “it vulgar, and below the dignity of literature to publish in numbers” (Ch 1), is appalled at the Captain’s regard for the contemporary The Pickwick Papers. And when the ladies have themselves convinced that Cranford’s homes are being “attacked” by robbers, they work themselves up to confessions of greatest fear: ghosts; criminals; and Miss Matty’s hilarious account of the proverbial monster-under-the-bed. But at its heart, Cranford is most importantly a novel about love and friendship. When Miss Matty’s livelihood is erased by the bad investments of her late father, her friends, and indeed all Cranford, rally to ensure she will be able to remain in her home. A plan is mutually agreed upon where she will sell tea from her parlour (very discreetly, of course, lest anyone should think that Miss Matilda Jenkyns stoop to engaging in the baseness of trade). Now, if only Miss Matty would refrain from attempting to promote her own failure:“I left Miss Matty with a good heart. Her sales of tea during the first two days had surpassed my most sanguine expectations. The whole country round seemed to be all out of tea at once. The only alteration I could have desired in Miss Matty’s way of doing business was, that she should not have so plaintively entreated some of her customers not to buy green tea – running it down as a slow poison, sure to destroy the nerves, and produce all manner of evil. Their pertinacity in taking it, in spite of all her warnings, distressed her so much that I really thought she would relinquish the sale of it, and so lose half her custom; and I was driven to my wits’ end for instances of longevity entirely attributable to a persevering use of green tea.” (Ch 15)While North and South remains my absolute favourite of Gaskell’s work, I thoroughly enjoyed Cranford. It is positively charming. Highly recommended.
    • 5/5
      Funny and just plane woderful. This is a classic in its own right. Elizabeth Gaskell was able to capture small town life from her time in a way that transcends time.
    • 4/5
      "Cranford is in possession of the Amazons; all of the holders of houses above a certain rent are women."Cranford is not exactly a novel, rather a series of short stories published in Dickens' Household Words taking place amongst the old maids and widows of the fictional (but seems to be a village in Lancashire) village of Cranford. Unlike Gaskell's other works it doesn't contain any of the social aspects of life in the Victorian age (apart from the social etiquette of when and which tea to serve), but it does focus on women; and although these women are genteel simple village women, they are as strong and independent as the Manchester heroines of North and South and Mary Barton. It's also hilariously funny in places - a gorgeous Sunday afternoon read.
    • 3/5
      Elizabeth Gaskell is not Jane Austen. That being said, it was entertaining ut noth something I will read or watch again. I do like Judy Dench in this role.
    • 5/5
      Absolutely lovely book!!! I loved every second of it and I was sad to leave Cranford when it was over. The village of Cranford is a place that is oddly overpopulated with middle age women. The women here would not dare think of themselves as equal to men, they believe themselves superior to men!! The women for the most part are all "genteel poor", as in they all have a claim to some form of respectability. Their lack of funds is never spoken of and to broach such a subject would be considered vulgar. This book is a delight and I would highly recommend it especially to anyone who liked Gaskell's other work, North and South. This book is much "lighter" than North and South in its subject matter and deals peripherally with the coming industrial revolution.
    • 2/5
      Oddly I half expected this book to be funny...it wasn't. Rather it was boring beyond measure. If it hadn't been a book club choice (and admittedly I chose it) I would never have finished it. Not a book I would recommend to others.
    • 4/5
      "In the first place, Cranford is in possession of the Amazons; all the holders of houses above a certain rent are women.I love the first line of this book. The reader knows from the beginning that this is going to be a fun book. Elizabeth Gaskell doesn't disappoint. There are some men in the story, but they remain on the sidelines. They are not essential to the story. In fact, that's quite the premise of the book -- men aren't necessary. Considering that Gaskell wrote this book in the early 1850s, this is quite shocking. During her day, women were expected to be dependent upon men for everything. So, Gaskell does something quite out of character within the Victorian period by fleshing out these eccentric women who are quite independent. The book was first written and published in installments in Charles Dickens' Household Words beginning in December 1851. The book is written as a series of vignettes as we follow the women throughout their lives. There really is not much of a plot, but rather brief glimpses into the lives of these women.The women all abide by a very strict code of propriety. For example, visiting hours are strictly kept to after twelve noon. It would be unheard of to come to a neighbor's home before this time. The women also practice what is called "elegant economy." They feel it vulgar to discuss money, and everyone pretends that they have more than they do. For instance, they pretend that they walk instead of getting a buggy because it's a beautiful night -- not because it's expensive. They want to keep at bay any appearance of impropriety, which also extends to their household help. The maids are forbidden to have "followers" or boyfriends. One exception to this is later in the book when Miss Matty is older and her sister has died. She allows her maid Martha to have a follower, although it still bothers her. It's as if these women are holding out against the changing times. But, eventually they begin to see that change comes to all of us no matter how hard we try to hold it at bay. This is a delightful little book. The women are eccentric, kind, funny, strong and yet vulnerable. I highly recommend this one.

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    Cranford - Elizabeth Gaskell

    Table of Contents

    CRANFORD

    CHAPTER I—OUR SOCIETY

    CHAPTER II—THE CAPTAIN

    CHAPTER III—A LOVE AFFAIR OF LONG AGO

    CHAPTER IV—A VISIT TO AN OLD BACHELOR

    CHAPTER V—OLD LETTERS

    CHAPTER VI—POOR PETER

    CHAPTER VII—VISITING

    CHAPTER VIII—YOUR LADYSHIP

    CHAPTER IX—SIGNOR BRUNONI

    CHAPTER X—THE PANIC

    CHAPTER XI—SAMUEL BROWN

    CHAPTER XII—ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED

    CHAPTER XIII—STOPPED PAYMENT

    CHAPTER XIV—FRIENDS IN NEED

    CHAPTER XV—A HAPPY RETURN

    CHAPTER XVI—PEACE TO CRANFORD

    CRANFORD

    by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

    CHAPTER I—OUR SOCIETY

    In the first place, Cranford is in possession of the Amazons; all the holders of houses above a certain rent are women.  If a married couple come to settle in the town, somehow the gentleman disappears; he is either fairly frightened to death by being the only man in the Cranford evening parties, or he is accounted for by being with his regiment, his ship, or closely engaged in business all the week in the great neighbouring commercial town of Drumble, distant only twenty miles on a railroad.  In short, whatever does become of the gentlemen, they are not at Cranford.  What could they do if they were there?  The surgeon has his round of thirty miles, and sleeps at Cranford; but every man cannot be a surgeon.  For keeping the trim gardens full of choice flowers without a weed to speck them; for frightening away little boys who look wistfully at the said flowers through the railings; for rushing out at the geese that occasionally venture in to the gardens if the gates are left open; for deciding all questions of literature and politics without troubling themselves with unnecessary reasons or arguments; for obtaining clear and correct knowledge of everybody’s affairs in the parish; for keeping their neat maid-servants in admirable order; for kindness (somewhat dictatorial) to the poor, and real tender good offices to each other whenever they are in distress, the ladies of Cranford are quite sufficient.  A man, as one of them observed to me once, "is so in the way in the house!"  Although the ladies of Cranford know all each other’s proceedings, they are exceedingly indifferent to each other’s opinions.  Indeed, as each has her own individuality, not to say eccentricity, pretty strongly developed, nothing is so easy as verbal retaliation; but, somehow, good-will reigns among them to a considerable degree.

    The Cranford ladies have only an occasional little quarrel, spirited out in a few peppery words and angry jerks of the head; just enough to prevent the even tenor of their lives from becoming too flat.  Their dress is very independent of fashion; as they observe, What does it signify how we dress here at Cranford, where everybody knows us?  And if they go from home, their reason is equally cogent, What does it signify how we dress here, where nobody knows us?  The materials of their clothes are, in general, good and plain, and most of them are nearly as scrupulous as Miss Tyler, of cleanly memory; but I will answer for it, the last gigot, the last tight and scanty petticoat in wear in England, was seen in Cranford—and seen without a smile.

    I can testify to a magnificent family red silk umbrella, under which a gentle little spinster, left alone of many brothers and sisters, used to patter to church on rainy days.  Have you any red silk umbrellas in London?  We had a tradition of the first that had ever been seen in Cranford; and the little boys mobbed it, and called it a stick in petticoats.  It might have been the very red silk one I have described, held by a strong father over a troop of little ones; the poor little lady—the survivor of all—could scarcely carry it.

    Then there were rules and regulations for visiting and calls; and they were announced to any young people who might be staying in the town, with all the solemnity with which the old Manx laws were read once a year on the Tinwald Mount.

    Our friends have sent to inquire how you are after your journey to-night, my dear (fifteen miles in a gentleman’s carriage); they will give you some rest to-morrow, but the next day, I have no doubt, they will call; so be at liberty after twelve—from twelve to three are our calling hours.

    Then, after they had called—

    It is the third day; I dare say your mamma has told you, my dear, never to let more than three days elapse between receiving a call and returning it; and also, that you are never to stay longer than a quarter of an hour.

    But am I to look at my watch?  How am I to find out when a quarter of an hour has passed?

    You must keep thinking about the time, my dear, and not allow yourself to forget it in conversation.

    As everybody had this rule in their minds, whether they received or paid a call, of course no absorbing subject was ever spoken about.  We kept ourselves to short sentences of small talk, and were punctual to our time.

    I imagine that a few of the gentlefolks of Cranford were poor, and had some difficulty in making both ends meet; but they were like the Spartans, and concealed their smart under a smiling face.  We none of us spoke of money, because that subject savoured of commerce and trade, and though some might be poor, we were all aristocratic.  The Cranfordians had that kindly esprit de corps which made them overlook all deficiencies in success when some among them tried to conceal their poverty.  When Mrs Forrester, for instance, gave a party in her baby-house of a dwelling, and the little maiden disturbed the ladies on the sofa by a request that she might get the tea-tray out from underneath, everyone took this novel proceeding as the most natural thing in the world, and talked on about household forms and ceremonies as if we all believed that our hostess had a regular servants’ hall, second table, with housekeeper and steward, instead of the one little charity-school maiden, whose short ruddy arms could never have been strong enough to carry the tray upstairs, if she had not been assisted in private by her mistress, who now sat in state, pretending not to know what cakes were sent up, though she knew, and we knew, and she knew that we knew, and we knew that she knew that we knew, she had been busy all the morning making tea-bread and sponge-cakes.

    There were one or two consequences arising from this general but unacknowledged poverty, and this very much acknowledged gentility, which were not amiss, and which might be introduced into many circles of society to their great improvement.  For instance, the inhabitants of Cranford kept early hours, and clattered home in their pattens, under the guidance of a lantern-bearer, about nine o’clock at night; and the whole town was abed and asleep by half-past ten.  Moreover, it was considered vulgar (a tremendous word in Cranford) to give anything expensive, in the way of eatable or drinkable, at the evening entertainments.  Wafer bread-and-butter and sponge-biscuits were all that the Honourable Mrs Jamieson gave; and she was sister-in-law to the late Earl of Glenmire, although she did practise such elegant economy.

    Elegant economy!  How naturally one falls back into the phraseology of Cranford!  There, economy was always elegant, and money-spending always vulgar and ostentatious; a sort of sour-grapeism which made us very peaceful and satisfied.  I never shall forget the dismay felt when a certain Captain Brown came to live at Cranford, and openly spoke about his being poor—not in a whisper to an intimate friend, the doors and windows being previously closed, but in the public street! in a loud military voice! alleging his poverty as a reason for not taking a particular house.  The ladies of Cranford were already rather moaning over the invasion of their territories by a man and a gentleman.  He was a half-pay captain, and had obtained some situation on a neighbouring railroad, which had been vehemently petitioned against by the little town; and if, in addition to his masculine gender, and his connection with the obnoxious railroad, he was so brazen as to talk of being poor—why, then, indeed, he must be sent to Coventry.  Death was as true and as common as poverty; yet people never spoke about that, loud out in the streets.  It was a word not to be mentioned to ears polite.  We had tacitly agreed to ignore that any with whom we associated on terms of visiting equality could ever be prevented by poverty from doing anything that they wished.  If we walked to or from a party, it was because the night was so fine, or the air so refreshing, not because sedan-chairs were expensive.  If we wore prints, instead of summer silks, it was because we preferred a washing material; and so on, till we blinded ourselves to the vulgar fact that we were, all of us, people of very moderate means.  Of course, then, we did not know what to make of a man who could speak of poverty as if it was not a disgrace.  Yet, somehow, Captain Brown made himself respected in Cranford, and was called upon, in spite of all resolutions to the contrary.  I was surprised to hear his opinions quoted as authority at a visit which I paid to Cranford about a year after he had settled in the town.  My own friends had been among the bitterest opponents of any proposal to visit the Captain and his daughters, only twelve months before; and now he was even admitted in the tabooed hours before twelve.  True, it was to discover the cause of a smoking chimney, before the fire was lighted; but still Captain Brown walked upstairs, nothing daunted, spoke in a voice too large for the room, and joked quite in the way of a tame man about the house.  He had been blind to all the small slights, and omissions of trivial ceremonies, with which he had been received.  He had been friendly, though the Cranford ladies had been cool; he had answered small sarcastic compliments in good faith; and with his manly frankness had overpowered all the shrinking which met him as a man who was not ashamed to be poor.  And, at last, his excellent masculine common sense, and his facility in devising expedients to overcome domestic dilemmas, had gained him an extraordinary place as authority among the Cranford ladies.  He himself went on in his course, as unaware of his popularity as he had been of the reverse; and I am sure he was startled one day when he found his advice so highly esteemed as to make some counsel which he had given in jest to be taken in sober, serious earnest.

    It was on this subject: An old lady had an Alderney cow, which she looked upon as a daughter.  You could not pay the short quarter of an hour call without being told of the wonderful milk or wonderful intelligence of this animal.  The whole town knew and kindly regarded Miss Betsy Barker’s Alderney; therefore great was the sympathy and regret when, in an unguarded moment, the poor cow tumbled into a lime-pit.  She moaned so loudly that she was soon heard and rescued; but meanwhile the poor beast had lost most of her hair, and came out looking naked, cold, and miserable, in a bare skin.  Everybody pitied the animal, though a few could not restrain their smiles at her droll appearance.  Miss Betsy Barker absolutely cried with sorrow and dismay; and it was said she thought of trying a bath of oil.  This remedy, perhaps, was recommended by some one of the number whose advice she asked; but the proposal, if ever it was made, was knocked on the head by Captain Brown’s decided Get her a flannel waistcoat and flannel drawers, ma’am, if you wish to keep her alive.  But my advice is, kill the poor creature at once.

    Miss Betsy Barker dried her eyes, and thanked the Captain heartily; she set to work, and by-and-by all the town turned out to see the Alderney meekly going to her pasture, clad in dark grey flannel.  I have watched her myself many a time.  Do you ever see cows dressed in grey flannel in London?

    Captain Brown had taken a small house on the outskirts of the town, where he lived with his two daughters.  He must have been upwards of sixty at the time of the first visit I paid to Cranford after I had left it as a residence.  But he had a wiry, well-trained, elastic figure, a stiff military throw-back of his head, and a springing step, which made him appear much younger than he was.  His eldest daughter looked almost as old as himself, and betrayed the fact that his real was more than his apparent age.  Miss Brown must have been forty; she had a sickly, pained, careworn expression on her face, and looked as if the gaiety of youth had long faded out of sight.  Even when young she must have been plain and hard-featured.  Miss Jessie Brown was ten years younger than her sister, and twenty shades prettier.  Her face was round and dimpled.  Miss Jenkyns once said, in a passion against Captain Brown (the cause of which I will tell you presently), that she thought it was time for Miss Jessie to leave off her dimples, and not always to be trying to look like a child.  It was true there was something childlike in her face; and there will be, I think, till she dies, though she should live to a hundred.  Her eyes were large blue wondering eyes, looking straight at you; her nose was unformed and snub, and her lips were red and dewy; she wore her hair, too, in little rows of curls, which heightened this appearance.  I do not know whether she was pretty or not; but I liked her face, and so did everybody, and I do not think she could help her dimples.  She had something of her father’s jauntiness of gait and manner; and any female observer might detect a slight difference in the attire of the two sisters—that of Miss Jessie being about two pounds per annum more expensive than Miss Brown’s.  Two pounds was a large sum in Captain Brown’s annual disbursements.

    Such was the impression made upon me by the Brown family when I first saw them all together in Cranford Church.  The Captain I had met before—on the occasion of the smoky chimney, which he had cured by some simple alteration in the flue.  In church, he held his double eye-glass to his eyes during the Morning Hymn, and then lifted up his head erect and sang out loud and joyfully.  He made the responses louder than the clerk—an old man with a piping feeble voice, who, I think, felt aggrieved at the Captain’s sonorous bass, and quivered higher and higher in consequence.

    On coming out of church, the brisk Captain paid the most gallant attention to his two daughters.  He nodded and smiled to his acquaintances; but he shook hands with none until he had helped Miss Brown to unfurl her umbrella, had relieved her of her prayer-book, and had waited patiently till she, with trembling nervous hands, had taken up her gown to walk through the wet roads.

    I wonder what the Cranford ladies did with Captain Brown at their parties.  We had often rejoiced, in former days, that there was no gentleman to be attended to, and to find conversation for, at the card-parties.  We had congratulated ourselves upon the snugness of the evenings; and, in our love for gentility, and distaste of mankind, we had almost persuaded ourselves that to be a man was to be vulgar; so that when I found my friend and hostess, Miss Jenkyns, was going to have a party in my honour, and that Captain and the Miss Browns were invited, I wondered much what would be the course of the evening.  Card-tables, with green baize tops, were set out by daylight, just as usual; it was the third week in November, so the evenings closed in about four.  Candles, and clean packs of cards, were arranged on each table.  The fire was made up; the neat maid-servant had received her last directions; and there we stood, dressed in our best, each with a candle-lighter in our hands, ready to dart at the candles as soon as the first knock came.  Parties in Cranford were solemn festivities, making the ladies feel gravely elated as they sat together in their best dresses.  As soon as three had arrived, we sat down to Preference, I being the unlucky fourth.  The next four comers were put down immediately to another table; and presently the tea-trays, which I had seen set out in the store-room as I passed in the morning, were placed each on the middle of a card-table.  The china was delicate egg-shell; the old-fashioned silver glittered with polishing; but the eatables were of the slightest description.  While the trays were yet on the tables, Captain and the Miss Browns came in; and I could see that, somehow or other, the Captain was a favourite with all the ladies present.  Ruffled brows were smoothed, sharp voices lowered at his approach.  Miss Brown looked ill, and depressed almost to gloom.  Miss Jessie smiled as usual, and seemed nearly as popular as her father.  He immediately and quietly assumed the man’s place in the room; attended to every one’s wants, lessened the pretty maid-servant’s labour by waiting on empty cups and bread-and-butterless ladies; and yet did it all in so easy and dignified a manner, and so much as if it were a matter of course for the strong to attend to the weak, that he was a true man throughout.  He played for threepenny points with as grave an interest as if they had been pounds; and yet, in all his attention to strangers, he had an eye on his suffering daughter—for suffering I was sure she was, though to many eyes she might only appear to be irritable.  Miss Jessie could not play cards: but she talked to the sitters-out, who, before her coming, had been rather inclined to be cross.  She sang, too, to an old cracked piano, which I think had been a spinet in its youth.  Miss Jessie sang, Jock of Hazeldean a little out of tune; but we were none of us musical, though Miss Jenkyns beat time, out of time, by way of appearing to be so.

    It was very good of Miss Jenkyns to do this; for I had seen that, a little before, she had been a good deal annoyed by Miss Jessie Brown’s unguarded admission (à propos of Shetland wool) that she had an uncle, her mother’s brother, who was a shop-keeper in Edinburgh.  Miss Jenkyns tried to drown this confession by a terrible cough—for the Honourable Mrs Jamieson was sitting at a card-table nearest Miss Jessie, and what would she say or think if she found out she was in the same room with a shop-keeper’s niece!  But Miss Jessie Brown (who had no tact, as we all agreed the next morning) would repeat the information, and assure Miss Pole she could easily get her the identical Shetland wool required, through my uncle, who has the best assortment of Shetland goods of any one in Edinbro’.  It was to take the taste of this out of our mouths, and the sound of this out of our ears, that Miss Jenkyns proposed music; so I say again, it was very good of her to beat time to the song.

    When the trays re-appeared with biscuits and wine, punctually at a quarter to nine, there was conversation, comparing of cards, and talking over tricks; but by-and-by Captain Brown sported a bit of literature.

    Have you seen any numbers of ‘The Pickwick Papers’? said he.  (They were then publishing in parts.)  Capital thing!

    Now Miss Jenkyns was daughter of a deceased rector of Cranford; and, on the strength of a number of manuscript sermons, and a pretty good library of divinity, considered herself literary, and looked upon any conversation about books as a challenge to her.  So she answered and said, Yes, she had seen them; indeed, she might say she had read them.

    And what do you think of them? exclaimed Captain Brown.  Aren’t they famously good?

    So urged Miss Jenkyns could not but speak.

    "I must say, I don’t think they are by any means equal to Dr Johnson.  Still, perhaps, the author is young.  Let him persevere, and who knows what he may become if he will take the great Doctor

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