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or my present thoughts, I know not ; but 

 methoughtthe Genius of the Garden stood before 

 me, and introduced into the walk where I lay 

 this drama and different scenes of the revolu- 

 tion of the year, which whilst I then saw, even 

 in my dream, I resolved to write down and send 

 to The Spectator. 



The first person whom I saw advancing tow- 

 ards me was a youth of a most beautiful air and. 

 shape, though he seemed not yet arrived at that 

 exact proportion and symmetry of parts which 

 a little more time would have given him ; but, 

 however, there was such a bloom in his coun- 

 tenance, such satisfaction and joy, that I 

 thought it the most desirable form that I had. 

 ever seen. He was clothed in a flowing mantle 

 of green silk, interwoven with flowers. He had 

 a chaplet of roses on his head, and a narcissus 

 in his hand ; primroses and violets sprang up 

 under his feet, and all nature was cheered at 

 his approach. Flora was on one hand and Ver- 

 tumnus on the other in a robe of changeable 

 silk. After this I was surprised to see the 

 moonbeams reflected with a sudden glare from 

 armor, and to see a man completely armed 

 advancing with his sword drawn. I was soon 

 informed by the Genius it was Mars, who had 

 long usurped a place among the attendants of 

 the Spring. He made way for a softer appear- 



