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garden, his fishponds, and especially in the construction of the canal, which, 

 while he could utiiize it as a stew pond, would ever remind him of olden times! 

 In fancy one sees a terrace walk beside the canal and at the far end of it a bright 

 painted summer-house, with the motto, "Lust und rast," over the entrance. 

 Here, in the cool evening of summer, after the day's work was over, he would 

 promenade with his family, and fully realize its quiet pleasures. 



"At secura quies et nescia fallere vita 

 Dives opum variarum. at latis otia fundis, 

 Speluncs vivique lacus, at frigida Tenjpe 

 Jlugitusque bou n uiollesque sub arbore somnl 

 Non absunt. "—Viryil, Georg., xi.,407." 



We may still take a further flight of fancy. As the good man became attached to 

 the place, and as his trees grew and his factories flourished, it may readily be 

 imagined that he would take the earliest opportunity to import the cattle of his 

 own country. In old Flemish pictures the cattle introduced are frequently white- 

 faced, and why should not-the pen trembles to write it !-why should not 

 these very Flemish cattle have been the original source of our famed breed of 

 Herefords. Be this as it may, certain it is that this district of the county has 

 ever been the head-quarters of the purest blood, and that the Moor Court Estate 

 produced the celebrated bull " Cotmore " who was so renowned a father of 

 Herefords. He was bred by Mr. Thomas Jefferies, a name well known amongst 

 the successful breeders of the Herefordshire cattle, at the adjoining farm of 

 Cotmore. A likeness of its scion the bull "Cotmore » maybe seen at the farm 

 house, and the house itself, too, is worth a visit. It is one of those black and 

 white timbered houses, with curious old gables of the style so characteristic of 

 old Herefordshire. 



Space permits not to dwell further on such imagineings. Let us leave the 

 cool shades of Moor Court, in the odour of its Flemish formalities, if such they 

 be, and bearing in mind the divergent avenues, the clipped hedges, and formal 

 paths of olden times, with Bishop Mant's lines : 



" In much, though now fastidious pride 

 Our fathers Gothic taste d-ride ; 

 Yet still in much that lingering bears 

 The vestige of departed years, 

 I love that antiquated taste ! 

 The trim and stately garden graced 

 With vistas deep which through and through 

 Lead the pleased eye ; the avenues 

 Of loftier structure and more wide 

 Of space, but clothed on either side 

 With branching arms, a cool retreat 

 For musing 'mid the summer heat : 

 A winter %valk secure and warm, 

 And sheltered from the northern storm 

 Of dark green Cyprus, darker yew ' 



Or holly's lighter, livelier hue ! " 



The Whittebn Laech.-TIus is a very singular tree. Its massive con- 

 torted roots are above the ground level, and the tree itself seems lifted up by 



