I must give an extract from his " Country Contentements," 

 as he reminds us of Shakspeare's lines on the tuneable cry 

 of hounds ; for Markham dwells on their sweetness of cry — 

 " their deepe solemne mouthes — their roaring and loud ring- 

 ing mouthes, which must beare the counter-tenor, then some 

 hollow plaine sweete mouthes — a deep-mouthed dog — a cou- 

 ple or two of small singing beagles, which as small trebles, 

 may warble amongst them : the cry Mill be a great deale the 

 more sweeter — the hollow deepe mouth — the loud clanging 

 mouthe — deepe flewed, such as for the most part your Shrop- 

 shire and pure Worcestershire dogs are — the louder and 

 pleasanter your cry will be, especially if it be in sounding 

 tall woods, or under the echo of rocks — and not above one 

 couple of roarers, which being heard but now and then, as 

 at the opening or hitting of a scent, will give much sweet- 

 nesse to the solemns, and gravenesse of the cry, and the mu- 

 sick thereof will bee much more delightfull to the eares of 

 every beholder." 



Page 123. — The memory of Pope has perhaps never been 

 more affectionately honoured (nor that of Lord Mendip, who 

 so zealously preserved every part of the house and garden at 

 Twickenham) than in the glowing and tender lines of De 

 Lille, in his poem of Les Jardins. 



The vignette in my title-page, and that at page 84, are 

 two of those neat decorations which so profusely embellish 

 the Encyclopaedia of Gardening. 



