In a retired part of the County of Sussex there is a village ( for what I know to the Contrary ) called Evelyn , perhaps one of the most beautiful Spots in the south of England . A Gentleman passing through it on horseback about twenty years ago , was so entirely of my opinion in this respect , that he put up at the little alehouse in it and enquired with great earnestness whether there were any house to be lett in the parish . The landlady , who as well as every one else in Evelyn was remarkably amiable , shook her head at this question , but seemed unwilling to give him any answer . He could not bear this uncertainty - yet knew not to obtain the information he desired . To repeat a question which had already appear'd to make the good woman uneasy was impossible . He turned from her in visible agitation ." What a situation am I in ! " said he to himself as he walked to the window and threw up the sash . He found himself revived by the Air ,