Dorp

Omnium rerum viciſſitudo eſt, ones falling, is anothers riſing, and ſo fell it out with that ruind Dorpe or hamlet, which after it had relapſt into the Lordes handes for want of reparations, and there were not men enough in it to defend the ſhore from inuaſion, one Cerdicus a Plaſhing Saxon, that had reueld here and there with his battleaxe, on the bordring bankes of the decrepite ouerworne village now ſurnamed Gorleſtone threw forth his anchor, and with the aſſiſtance of his ſpeare, in ſtead of a pikeſtaffe, leapt agroũd like a ſturdie bruite, and his yeomen bolde caſt their heeles in their necke, and friſkt it after him, […]

When the aforesaid alderman or another wishes to express mild contemptuosity for his fellows and himself in future I would suggest “old fossils” or “old has beens,” or “old fogies,” then the Sir Galahads that are always riding—or driving—about in this progressive dorp will not have any cause to complain.

‘You can't hang about this dorp doing nothing.’

I took on a case in the little dorp of Villiers in the Orange Free State.