7b RISEN B Y PERSE VERANCE. 



' Early habits and affections seldom quit us while we have 

 vigour of mind left. I was brought up under a father wbiise 

 talk was chiefly about his garden and his fields, with regard 

 to which he was famed for his skill and his exemplary neat- 

 ness. From my very infancy, from the age of six years, when 

 I climbed up the side of a steep sand-rock, and there scooped 

 me out a plot four feet square to make me a garden, and the 

 soil for which I carried up in the bosom of my little blue 

 smock-frock, or hunting-shirt, I have never lost one particle 

 of my passion for these healthy, and rational, and heart- 

 cheering pursuits, in which every day presents something new, 

 in which the spirits are never suffered to flag, and in which 

 industry, skill, and care are sure to meet with their due 

 reward. I have never, for any eight months together, during 

 my whole life, been without a garden.' 



In the same volume in his American journal, this passage 

 occurs : — 



'When I returned to England in 1800, after an absence, 

 from the country parts of it, of sixteen years, the trees, the 

 hedges, even the parks and woods, seemed so small ! It 

 made me laugh to hear little gutters, that I could jump over, 

 called rivers ! The Thames was but a " creek " ! But when, 

 in about a month after my arrival in London, I went to 

 Farnham, the place of my birth, what was my surprise! 

 Everything was become so pitifully small! I had to cross, 

 in my post-chaise, the long and dreary heath of Bagshot; 

 then, at the end of it, to mount a hill called Hungry Hill ; 

 and from that hill I knew that I should look down into the 

 beautiful and fertile vale of Farnham. My heart fluttered 

 with impatience, mixed with a sort of fear, to see all the 

 scenes of my childhood; for I had learnt before, the death 



