If time appears to be standing still in Royalston, it's probably because the clock on the Common stopped again.  It has been good of late, though, but folks do miss the hourly bell which hasn't struck since the cable holding the box of stones that served as a counterweight snapped and the box crashed to the church basement.  

Set hard against the Millers River on the east, New Hampshire on the north, and astride ridges carved by the ancient glacial runoff, Royalston has matchless scenic beauty throughout all seasons.  Three waterfalls, state forests and thousands of acres of conservation lands set aside for flood control present a diversity of recreational opportunities to an appreciate public.  The land was difficult to farm, as many of the early residents discovered who then fled to the woolen mill as soon as it was in operation.  

A warm, friendly community of approximately a thousand, good neighbors are its most cherished asset.  Royalston has sent its sons and daughters to wars, a Governor to the State House, and to fame and fortune abroad.  The town amply serves the social,  cultural and essential services of its rural community.