134 THE MARCH OF THE SEASONS 



who has seen dissected an insect under the micro- 

 scope, is as grand and graceful in her smallest as 

 in her hugest forms. 



CHARLES KINGSLEY. 



AN EVENING IN MY GARDEN 



(From " The Spectator ") 



" Mr. SPECTATOR, There is hardly anything gives 

 me a more sensible delight than the employment of 

 a cool still evening after the uneasiness of a hot 

 sultry day. Such an one I passed not long ago, 

 which made me rejoice when the hour was come 

 for the sun to set, that I might enjoy the freshness 

 of the evening in my garden, which then affords 

 me the pleasantest hours I pass in the whole four 

 and twenty. I immediately rose from my couch, 

 and went down into it. You descend at first by 

 twelve stone steps into a large square divided into 

 four grass plots, in each of which is a statue of 

 white marble. This is separated from a large par- 

 terre by a low wall, and from thence through a pair 

 of iron gates you are led into a broad walk of the 

 finest turf, set on each side with tall yews, and on 

 either hand bordered by a canal, which on the right 

 divides the walk from a wilderness parted into a 

 variety of alleys and arbors, and on the left form a 

 kind of amphitheatre, which is the receptacle of a 

 great number of oranges and myrtles. The moon 

 shone bright, and seemed then most agreeably to 

 supply the place of the sun, obliging me with as 



