There is not a gentleman's house in the parish of Hogglestock besides that of the clergyman; and this, though it is certainly the house of a gentleman, can hardly be said to be fit to be so.

It is ugly, and straight, and small.

There is a garden attached to the house, half in front of it and half behind; but this garden, like the rest of the parish, is by no means ornamental, though sufficiently useful.

It produces cabbages, but no trees: potatoes of, I believe, an excellent description, but hardly any flowers, and nothing worthy of the name of a shrub.

Indeed the whole parish of Hogglestock should have been in the adjoining county, which is by no means so attractive as Barsetshire;--a fact well known to those few of my readers who are well acquainted with their own country.
Mr.Crawley, whose name has been mentioned in these pages, was the incumbent of Hogglestock.