The fondness for rural life among the higher classes of the English has had a great and salutary effect upon the national character. I do not know a finer race of men than the English gentlemen. Instead of the softness and effeminacy which characterize the men of rank in most countries， they exhibit a union of elegance and strength， a robustness of frame and freshness of complexion， which I am inclined to attribute to their living so much in the open air， and pursuing so eagerly the invigorating recreations of the country. These hardy exercises produce also a healthful tone of mind and spirits， and a manliness and simplicity of manners， which even the follies and dissipations of the town cannot easily pervert， and can never entirely destroy. In the country， too， the different orders of society seem to approach more freely， to be more disposed to blend and operate favourably upon each other. The distinctions beiween them do not appear to be so marked and impassable as in the cities. The manner in which property has been distributed into small estates and farms， has established a regular gradation from the nobleman， through the classes of gentry， small landed proprietors， and substantial farmers， down to the labouring peasantry； and while it has thus banded the extremes of societytogether， has infused into each intermediate rank a spirit of independence. This， it must be confessed， is not so universally the case at present as it was formerly： the larger estates having， in late years of distress， absorbed the smaller， and， in some parts of the country， almost annihilated the sturdy race of small farmers. These， however， I believe， are but casual breaks in the general system I have mentioned.
In rural occupation there is nothing mean and debasing. It leads a man forth among scenes of natural grandeur and beauty； it leaves him to the workings of his own mind， operated upon by the purest and most elevating of external influences. Such a man may be simple and rough， but he cannot be vulgar. The man of refinement， thcrefore， finds nothing revolting in an intercourse with the lower orders of rural life， as he does when he casually mingles with the lower orders of cities. He lays aside his distance and reserve， and is glad to waive， the distinctions of rank， and to enter into the honest heartfelt enjoyments of common life. Indeed， the very amusements of the country bring men more and more together； and the sound of hound and horn blend all feelings into harmony. I believe this is one great reason why the nobility and gentry are more popular among the inferior orders in England than they are in any other country； and why the latter have endured so many excessive pressures and extremities， without repining more generally at the unequal distribution of fortune and privilege.
To this mingling of cultivated and rustic society may also be attributed the rural feeling that runs through British literature； the frequent use of illustrations from rural life； those incomparable descriptions of nature that abound in the British poets-that have continued down from “The Flower and the Leaf ” of Chaucer， and have brought into our closets all the freshness and fragrance of the dewy landscape. The pastoral writers of other countries appear as if they had paid nature an occasional visit， and become acquainted with her general charms； but the British poets have lived and revelled with her， —they have wooed her in her most secret haunts， —they have watched her minutest caprices. A spray could not tremble in the breeze—a leaf could not rustle to the ground—a diamonddrop could not patter in the stream—a fragrance could not exhale from the humble violet， nor a daisy unfold its crimson tints to the morning； but it has been noticed by these impassioned and delicate observers， and wrought up into some beautiful morality.
The effect of this devotion of elegant minds to rural occupations has been wonderful on the face of the country. A great part of the island is level， and would be monotonous， were it not for the charms of culture； but it is studded and gemmed， as it were， with castles and palaces， and embroidered with parks and gardens. It does not abound in grand and sublime prospects， but rather in little home-scenes of rural repose and sheltered quiet. Every antique farm-house and moss-grown cottage is a picture： and as the roads are continually winding， and the view is shut in by groves and hedges， the eye is delighted by a continual succession of small landscapes of captivating loveliness.