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simple and mean place! With what contempt 

 would he have all these tatters uprooted I What 

 fine avenues he would open out! What beau- 

 tiful alleys he would have pierced I What hne goose- 

 feet what fine trees like parasols and fans I What 

 finely fretted treUises I What beautifully-drawn 

 yew hedges, finely squared and rounded I What line 

 bowHng-greens of fine English turf, rounded, squared. 

 sloped, o\-aled : what fine yews carded into dragons. 

 pagodas, marmosets, ever\- kind of monster ! \\ ith 

 wha: nr.e bronze \-ase5, what fine stone-founts he 

 would adorn his garden I When all that is carried 

 out, said M. De Wolmar, he will have made a ver\- 

 fine place, which one will scarcely enter, and will 

 always be anxious to leave to seek the countr).*" 



Or Gautier, upon Natures wild growths : " \ ou 

 will find in her domain a thousand exquisitely prett>- 

 little comers into which man seldom or never 

 penetrates. There, from ever>- constraint, she 

 gives herself up to that delightful extravagance of 

 dishevelled plants, of glowing flowers and wild 

 vegetation — everything that germinates, flowers, and 

 casts its seeds, instinct with an eager vitalit}-, to the 

 wind, whose mission it is to disperse them broadcast 

 with an unsparing hand. . . . And over the rain- 

 washed gate, bare of paint and having no trace of 

 that green colour beloved by Rousseau, we should 

 have written this inscription in black letters, stone- 

 like in shape, and threatening in aspect : 



•gardeners are prohibited from entering 



HERE.' 



