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kitchen-garden a more pleasant sight than the 

 finest orangery, or artificial greenhouse. I love 

 to see every thing in its perfection, and am more 

 pleased to survey my rows of coleworts and 

 cabbages, with a thousand nameless pot-herbs, 

 springing up in their full fragrancy and verdure, 

 than to see the tender plants of foreign coun- 

 tries kept alive by artificial heats, or withering 

 in an air and soil that are not adapted to them. 

 I must not omit, that there is a fountain rising 

 in the upper part of my garden, which forms a 

 little wandering rill, and administers to the 

 pleasures as well as the plenty of the place. I 

 have so conducted it that it visits most of my 

 plantations ; and have taken particular care to 

 let it run in the same manner as it would do in 

 an open field, so that it generally passes through 

 banks of violets and primroses, plats of willow, 

 or other plants, that seem to be of its own pro- 

 ducing. There is another circumstance in which 

 I am very particular, or, as my neighbors call 

 me, very whimsical : as my garden invites into 

 it all the birds of the country, by offering them 

 the conveniency of springs and shades, solitude 

 and shelter, I do not suffer any one to destroy 

 their nests in the spring, or drive them from 

 their usual haunts in fruit-time. I value my 

 garden more for being full of blackbirds than 

 cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for 



