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A garden, and a spring as pure
As crystal, running by my door;
Besides a little ancient grove,
Where at my leisure I might rovę“;

The gracious Gods to crown my bliss
Have granted this, and more than this.

Francis.

Novelty is always pleasing, and the fpectator wherever he treads is certain of finding it; not a bench but marks a ftrong variety, and the genius of the defigner. From this seat the sçene changes . in many refpects, but is still extenlive, and delightful, claims as much notice, and affords an equal pleasure in its contemplation. A rich lawn spreads itself down to the house, some large trees áre dropped about it, and upon the right appears the hanging wood on a fleep declivity: one of the Clent hills above the trees on the left is seen in great beauty, as well as fome distant mountains more opposite; Hales Owen, by some trees running into the lawn, is intirely secluded ; D 3

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and to give this scene a more simple turn, two or three hay-ricks are scattered about, which, perhaps but seldom observed, are a great addition to its domestic and pastoral appearance.

From hence the path, in a gentle fall, fretches to another gate, which opens on the outside of the Farm, and discovers a fcene totally different from any of the preceding ones: distant objects are no more; all is fout out but the rugged lofty hills in front rising steeply, and rudely irregular ; this ground irresistibly claims the attention, and it is much to be la: mented that Mr. Shen one was not the proprietor, being so finely formed for a display of his animating pencil : what room for such a genius as his !--how sweet ly would he, instead of conducting the path down the hedge side, as it now runs, hare guided it round those high hanging. hiids, sometimes, perhaps, stealing within. their deep hollows among a thousand

trees,

trees, obscure, and shady, collecting in it's mazes. those objects, the most distinguishable from the distant country, and at length fall into that recess, which now gives every spectator so much pleasure !..

The taste of the designer, however, never shewed itself in stronger colours, notwithstanding he was debarred from executing it in the manner he probably would have done, than in the contrast between the above-mentioned recess, and the rough uncultivated one preceding : he very well knew that to surprize, was to please, and to start from one extreme to another, would have the effect he intended : I apprehend it is impoflible for any man of taste not to mark this strong exertion of fancy, when he has observed the plainness of the path, even to neglect, by the hedge side, the rude wilderness of alders, ash, and hazles, equally as wild, and finds himself in

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THE LOVERS WAL K.

From dull obscurity and gloom, the scene in a moment changes into chearfulness and beauty; not into a staring wild expanse, but to a lovely, recess, where one wishes to faunter, to contemplate, and to reft. At the foot of the first feat begins a water fo chequered with variety, that its form is never to be traced : on one fide, a noble clump of beech trees, on the swelling banks of the stream, rear their smooth filver trunks, and their embracing arms, adorned with the most lively green, hanging in the water, is fingularly interefting: a small island covered with thin trees, stands folitary in front; and an opening among the branches of fome oaks, just lets in a house, over the valley, at about two miles distance: this is very applicably termed the Lovers Walk; all is quiet and serene, save the murmuring of a rill, which fooths and fills the mind with a pleasing contemplation:

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The walk continues close by the banks of the water, and waves to another feat, without any inseription, which takes in Hales Owen steeple, in perspective, and the rich rising country beyond, through a light opening of fine branching trees. ; and a little farther another bench presents. itself with these lines.

Nerine Galatea, thymo mihi dulcior Hybla,
Candidior cyenis hedera formofior albå,
Cum primum pasti repetent præsepia tauri;
Signa tui Corydonis habet ve Cura,, veaito.

That is,

O Galatea ! nymph than fwans more bright,
More sweet than thyme, more fair than ivy white,
When pastur'd herds at evening seek the stall,
Haste to my arms ! nor scorn thy lover's-call!

WARTON.

No distant view from hence is taken in. The water again cha ges its form into a winding rivulet, and at length dwindles into a small stream, which meanders

carelessly

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