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I may also add that among the many who were present at those sad Sunday orgies the majority were non-residents, and came from those moorland fastnesses on the outskirts of the parish locally designated as 'ovver th' steyres,' one stage more remote than Haworth from modern civilization.
"To an instance or two more of the rusticity of the inhabitants of the chapelry of Haworth, I may introduce you.
"A Haworth carrier called at the office of a friend of mine to deliver a parcel on a cold winter's day, and stood with the door open.

'Robin! shut the door!' said the recipient.

'Have you no doors in your country ?' 'Yoi,' responded Robin, 'we hev, but we nivver steik 'em.' I have frequently remarked the number of doors open even in winter.
"When well directed, the indomitable and independent energies of the natives of this part of the country are invaluable; dangerous when perverted.