THE SPUING GARDEN AT BELV01B. 235 



At the foot of the slopes the Aponogeton (Cape 

 Pondweed) raises its fragrant' white flowers out of a 

 small pool.* Water was discovered in the gardens at 

 Belvoir (though some who read this may not believe 

 it) by a man walking with a forked stick in his hand 

 on the top of the slopes. As he went slowly on, 

 holding the stick just above the surface of the ground, 

 the presence of water below affected him by some 

 process of an electric nature, and caused the fork of 

 the stick to turn upward. As a multitude of witnesses 

 can be heard, and the water is at this moment flowing 

 down the bill, I do not advise doubtful persons to 

 " back " their unbelief in any sums of importance. 



There is only one thing connected with Belvoir 

 which I do not like the clock: it goes much too 

 rapidly. At St. Paul's (where it had been my 

 privilege to work in my vocation for some days before 

 I visited Belvoir) the clock was stopped for prepn ra- 

 tions which were being made to receive the great new 

 bell, and the dean and chapter received an angry 

 letter from an indignant citizen, complaining of the 

 fact, and requesting that men should be employed to 

 move the hands on every minute. I should have 

 liked, on the contrary, to have stopped Time himself 

 at Belvoir, placed the garden roller in front of his 

 scythe, and so prolonged that happy day. 



Linger, I cried, oh radiant Time ! thy power 

 Has nothing more to give ; life is complete ; 



Let but the perfect present, hour by hour, 

 Itself remember, and itself repeat. 



* See p. 224. 



