MY FARM OF EDGEWOOD 



from towns, and clambered over stiles, and 

 lost himself in the fields, 



Talk of Chatsworth, and Blenheim, 



and Eaton Hall! Does a man know the 

 pleasure of healthy digestion by eating whip 

 syllabub? Did Turner go to Belvoir Castle 

 park for the landscapes which link us to God's 

 earth ? 



What a joy and a delight in those field foot- 

 paths of England! Not the paths of owners 

 only; not cautiously gravelled walks; but all 

 men's paths, where any wayfarer may go; 

 worn smooth by poor feet and rich feet, idle 

 feet and working feet; open across the fields 

 from time immemorial! God's paths for his 

 people, which no man may shut; — winding — 

 coiling over stiles — leaping on stepping-stones 

 through brooks — with curves more graceful 

 than Hogarth's — hieroglyphics of the Great 

 Master written on the land, which, being in- 

 terpreted, say — Love one another. 



We call ours a country of privilege, yet what 

 rich man gives right of way over his grounds? 

 What foot-path or stile to cheat the laborer of 

 his fatigue? 



SHRUBBERY 



Does the reader remember that upon the June 

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