There are no lawns like the lawns of Bishops, Deans, and Colleges; and few flower beds more luxuriantly stocked.
Chichester also has a number of grave, solid houses, such as Miss Austen's characters might have lived in; at least one superb specimen of the art of Sir Christopher Wren, a masterpiece of substantial red brick; and a noble inn, the Dolphin, where one dines in the Assembly room, a relic of the good times before inns became hotels.
[Sidenote: SPERSHOTT'S RECOLLECTIONS] We have some glimpses of old Chichester in the reminiscences (about 1720-1730) of James Spershott, a Chichester Baptist Elder, who died in 1789, aged eighty.

I quote a passage here and there from his paper of recollections printed in the Sussex Archaeological Collections:-- "Spinning of Household Linnen was in use in most Families, also making their own Bread, and likewise their own Household Physick.

No Tea, but much Industrey and good Cheer.

The Bacon racks were loaded with Bacon, for little Porke was made in these times.

The farmers' Wifes and Daughters were plain in Dress, and made no such gay figures in our Market as nowadays.