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brightly attired only that they may give romantic 

 interest to the garden — these tame birds with 

 clipped wings, of distraught aspect and dreamy 

 tread — these docile animals with their limp legs and 

 vacant stare, may contribute to the scenic pomp of 

 the place, but it is at the expense of their native in- 

 stincts and the joyous abandon of woodland life. 

 If this be the outcome of your boasted editing of 

 Nature, eive us dead Nature untranslated. If this be 

 what comes of your idealisation of the raw materials 

 of Nature — of the transference of your own emo- 

 tions to the simple, unsophisticated things of the 

 common earth, let us rather have Nature's unspoilt 

 self—" God's Art," as Plato calls Nature— where 



" Visions, as prophetic eyes avow, 

 Hang on each leaf, and chng to each bough." 



" But stay, here come the gardeners ! "' 

 {Enter a gardener and two servants.) — Kittg Richard II. 



