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state of one part of the grounds. Here is a wood, never 

 yet touched by the finger of taste ; thick, intricate, and 

 gloomy. Here is a little stream, dashing from stone to 

 stone, and overshadowed with these untrimmed boughs. 



Miss Tenorina : The sweet romantic spot ! How 

 beautifully the birds must sing there on a summer even- 

 ing ! 



Miss Graziosa : Dear sister ! How can you endure 

 the horrid thicket ? 



Mr. Milestone : You are right, Miss Graziosa : your 

 taste is correct perfectly en regie. Now here is the 

 same place corrected trimmed polished decorated 

 adorned. Here sweeps a plantation, in that beautiful 

 regular curve : there winds a gravel walk : here are 

 parks of the old wood, left in these majestic circular 

 clumps, disposed at equal distances with wonderful 

 symmetry : there are some single shrubs scattered in 

 elegant profusion : here a Portugal laurel, there a juniper ; 

 here a laurestinus, there a spruce fir ; here a larch, there 

 a lilac ; here a rhododendron, there an arbutus. The 

 stream, you see, is become a canal : the banks are per- 

 fectly smooth and green, sloping to the water's edge ; 

 and there is Lord Littlebrain, rowing in an elegant boat. 



Squire Headlong : Magical, faith ! 



Mr. Milestone : Here is another part of the grounds 

 in its natural state. Here is a large rock, with the moun- 

 tain-ash rooted in its fissures, overgrown, as you see, 

 with ivy and moss ; and from this part of it bursts a 

 little fountain, that runs bubbling down its rugged sides. 



Miss Tenorina : Oh, how beautiful ! How I should 

 love the melody of that miniature cascade ! 



Mr. Milestone : Beautiful, Miss Tenorina ! Hideous. 

 Base, common, and popular. Such a thing as you may 

 see anywhere, in wild and mountainous districts. Now, 

 observe the metamorphosis. Here is the same rock, 



