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gested agreeably larger and more graceful 

 hillocks near by that were not attainable. But 

 a man who should undertake the building of a 

 considerable hill in a level country to relieve 

 the monotony, would very likely have his 

 labor for his pains. Even the great tumulus 

 upon the field of Waterloo, upon which the 

 Belgian lion snuffs the air, had to me always a 

 most absurd look of impropriety. A group 

 of white headstones or a column of marble 

 would have told more gracefully the* story of 

 the Belgian dead. The stupendous rock- 

 work at Chatsworth, again, always appeared 

 to me a most monstrous waste of good hon- 

 est material and honest labor. It is very 

 costly and expensive; but one of the least of 

 God's cliffs would overshadow it utterly. Its 

 artificiality cannot cheat one who knows what 

 rocks are in the fissures of the hills; and he 

 looks upon it, at best, with the same sort of 

 foolish wonderment with which he looks upon 

 the wooden puppets in the Dutch gardens of 

 Broek. 



Thus much I have written to show, so far 

 as I might, that the small landholder can avail 

 himself of the laws of the best landscape art, 

 and in virtue of them can confirm and estab- 

 lish the neatness and order of his fields. There 



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