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.Squire Headlong. — Magical, faith ! 



Mr. Milestone. — Here is another part of the ground in its natural 

 state. Here is a large rock, with the mountain-ash rooted in its fissures, 

 overgrown as you see, with ivy and moss, and from this part of it 

 bursts a little fountain, that runs bubbling down its rugged sides. 



Miss Tenorina. — O how beautiful ! How I should love the melody 

 of that miniature cascade ! 



Mr. Milestone. — Beautiful, Miss Tenorina ! Hideous. Base, com- 

 mon, and popular. Such a thing as you may see anywhere, in wild 

 and mountainous districts. Now, observe the metamorphosis. Here 

 is the same rock, cut into the shape of a giant. In one hand he holds 

 a horn, through which the little fountain is thrown to a prodigious 

 elevation. In the other is a ponderous stone, so exactly balanced as 

 to be apparently ready to fall on the head of any person who may 

 happen to be beneath,* and there is Lord Littlebrain walking under it. 



Squire Headlong. — Miraculous, by Mahomet ! 



Mr. Milestone. — This is the summit of a hill, covered, as you 

 perceive, with wood, and with those mossy stones scattered at random 

 under the trees. 



Miss Tenorina. — What a delightful spot to read in, on a summer's 

 day ! The air must be so pure, and the wind must sound so divinely 

 in the tops of those old pines ! 



Mr. Milestone. — Bad taste. Miss Tenorina. Bad taste, I assure 

 you. Here is the spot improved. The trees are cut down ; the stones 

 are cleared away ; this is an octagonal pavilion, exactly on the centre 

 of the summit, and there you see Lord Littlebrain, on the top of the 

 pavilion, enjoying the prospect with a telescope. 



Squire Headlong. — Glorious, egad ! 



Mr. Milestone. — Here is a rugged, mountainous road, leading 

 through impervious shades ; the ass and the four goats characterize a 

 wild uncultured scene. Here, as you perceive, it is totally changed 

 into a beautiful gravel road, gracefully curving through a belt of limes, 

 and there is Lord Littlebrain driving four-in-hand. 



Squire Headlong. — Egregious, by Jupiter ! 



Me. Milestone. — Here is Littlebrain Castle, a Gothic, moss-grown 



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