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soms of the red poppy and the viper’s bugloss, which 
attracted their mutual admiration, reminded him 
that when Mr. Kindersley’s East Indian servant first 
travelled into Norfolk and passed over this heath, 
he exclaimed in rapture, “‘ Yonder are flowers worthy 
to adorn the gardens of the gods, and here they grow 
wild !” 
Nor was this a solitary instance of the pleasure 
afforded to the admirer of nature in an unpromising 
tract of country. Sir James’s friend the late An- 
drew Caldwell, Esq. of Dublin, describing his re- 
turn out of Norfolk, observes, “ It was dark before 
we reached Newmarket, and the night misty; I 
could only perceive this part of the road led over 
vast extended heaths. The favourite Verbascum, I 
could not help observing, gradually took its leave, 
and disappeared entirely some time before day de- 
clined. The Centaurea Cyanus, Cichorium Intybus, 
and Echiwm in profusion on the road sides—whose 
beautiful blue colours attracted even the notice of my 
servant. 'The sun rose in the utmost splendour just 
before we came to what I believe was Epping forest. 
The landscape was wild and enchanting enough 
for the warmest fancy of the poet and painter, yet 
this pleasure was lost to every one but me. Not 
a door or window in any house but was closed, and 
the inhabitants asleep. How continually we give 
up the most delightful hours! Yet, sensible of this 
as I am, I shall persevere in error, following the 
example that is always surrounding one. An op- 
portunity was soon afforded of perfect contrast. 
The sky became clouded before eleven, and heavy 
