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to the same regularity. Leisure, as Milton ex- 

 pressed it, 



" In trim gardens took his pleasure." 



In the garden of Marshal de Biron, at Paris, 

 consisting of fourteen acres, every walk is but- 

 toned on each side by lines of flower-pots, 

 which succeed in their seasons. When I saw 

 it, there were nine thousand pots of asters, or 

 la Reine Marguerite. 



We do not precisely know what our ancestors 

 meant by a bower, it was probably an arbor ; 

 sometimes it meant the whole frittered enclos- 

 ure, and in one instance it certainly included a 

 labyrinth. Rosamond's bower was indisputably 

 of that kind, though, whether composed of walls 

 or hedges, we cannot determine. A square and 

 a round labyrinth were so capital ingredients of 

 a garden formerly, that in Du Cerceau's archi- 

 tecture, who lived in the time of Charles IX. 

 and Henry III., there is scarce a ground-plot 

 without one of each. The enchantment of an- 

 tique appellations has consecrated a pleasing 

 idea of a royal residence, of which we now 

 regret the extinction. Havering in the Bower, 

 the jointure of many dowager queens, conveys 

 to us the notion of a romantic scene. 



In Kip's views of the seats of our nobility 

 and gentry, we see the same tiresome and 



