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veitiges of the fcenes which I am here attempting to deli- 
neate,. 
Bur Nature, with the aid of 'Tafte, has at length prevailed, 
and proclaimed with an exalted voice, her proud behefts through 
the land 
* at the awful found 
“ The terrace finks fpontaneous ; on the green, 
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* Broider’d with crifped knots, the tonfile yews 
“ Wither and fall; the fountain dares no more 
“ To fling its wafted cryftal through the fky, 
“ But pours falubrious o’er the parched lawn 
“ Rills of fertility *.” 
Dip I not fear I fhould exceed the limits which I have pre 
fcribed to this little memoir, I would give a defcriptive enume- 
ration of feveral demefnes in this kingdom, which Browne, the 
fucceflor of Kent (that great competitor of Nature) would be 
proud 
* Mafon’s Eng. Garden. cant. ii. Perhaps the firft attempt at modern gardening in Ireland 
was made by the reverend Doétor Delany, at Delville near Glaffnevin. Like Pope, he im- 
preffed a vaft deal of beauty on a very {mall {pot of ground. Nor is it improbable that Pope, 
with whom he lived in habits of intimacy, taught him to foften into a curve the obdurate 
ftraight line of the Dutch, to melt the terrace into a fwelling bank, and to open his walks to 
catch the vicinal country. Thefe gardens {till remain a monument of Delany’s tafte. Swift 
has left an humorous poetical defcription of them, in which, though he has contracted the 
features, he has preferved the likenefs. 
