One day as I passed through the town I saw a man painting a new sign over a shop, a proceeding that so aroused my curiosity that I stood for a minute or two to look on.

The painter filled in one letter, gave a huge yawn, looked up and down two or three times as if he had lost something, and finally descended from his perch and disappeared.

Five weeks later I passed that way again, and it is a fact that the same man was at work on the same sign.

Perhaps when the reader takes the walk I am about to recommend to his attention--a walk which comprises some of the finest scenery in Sussex--that sign will be finished, and the accomplished artist will have begun another; but I doubt it.

There is plenty of time for everything in Steyning." I am told that Steyning was incensed when this criticism was printed (there was even talk of an action for libel); but it seems to me that whatever may have been intended, the words contain more of compliment than censure.
In this hurrying age, it is surely high praise to have one's "wise passiveness" (as Wordsworth called it) so emphasised.