The Welsh slates, too, before perfect mechanical regularity was obtained, made a pretty roofing, though they, of course, have no local interest here.
No one would wish to dwell long on the opposite side of the contrast.
We have already traced the beginning of the decline of domestic architecture, and the present condition follows as a natural development.

In recent years the town has spread in every direction that is possible.

In the centre is the Evesham of the past, the Evesham our forefathers built and our fathers knew.

But it is encircled by streets and houses which are not the product of the vale, nor are they marked by any individual character.

Rows upon rows of dwellings, symmetrical, mechanical, and monotonous, can give no pleasure to the eye, nor can the mind read in them any story save the commercial enterprise of a commercial age.
No one can note these differences without sometimes asking the cause of this lamentable degradation in the character of the buildings which compose our modern towns.