BOOKOFOLD-WORLDGARDENS 



A little the summer season, the whole country blooms, 

 n spot and is a kind of garden ; for which reason we 

 are not so sensible of those beauties that at this 

 time may be everywhere met with ; but when 

 Nature is in her desolation, and presents us 

 with nothing but bleak and barren prospects, 

 there is something unspeakably cheerful in a 

 spot of ground which is covered with trees that 

 smile amidst all the rigours of winter, and give 

 us a view of the most gay season, in the midst 

 of that which is most dead and melancholy. I 

 have so far indulged myself in this thought, 

 that I have set apart a whole acre of ground for 

 the executing of it. The walls are covered with 

 ivy instead of vines. The laurel, the hornbeam, 

 and the holly, with many other trees and plants 

 of the same nature, grow so thick in it that you 

 cannot imagine a more lively scene. The glow- 

 ing redness of the berries with which they are 

 hung at this time, vies with the verdure of their 

 leaves, and is apt to inspire the heart of the be- 

 holder with that vernal delight which you have 

 somewhere taken notice of in your former 

 papers. It is very pleasant, at the same time to 

 see the several kinds of birds retiring into this 

 little green spot, and enjoying themselves 



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