The English Inn, a Place of Convenience, Convenientness, and Pleasure

In the evening we reached a village where I determined to pass the night. As we drove into the great gateway of the inn, I saw on one side the light of a rousing kitchen fire beaming through the window. It was a spacious dimensions hung around with copper and tin vessels highly polished,. decorated here and there with a Christmas green. Hands, tongs, and flitches of bacon were suspended from the ceiling. A smokejack made its ceaseless clanking beside the fireplace, and a clock ticked in one corner.