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cut into the shape of a giant. In one hand he holds a 

 horn, through which that little fountain is thrown to a 

 prodigious elevation. In the other is a ponderous stone, 

 so exactly balanced as to be apparently ready to fall on 

 the head of any person who may happen to be beneath : 

 and there is Lord Littlebrain walking under it. 

 f^Squire Headlong : Miraculous, by Mahomet ! 

 jig* Mr. Milestone : This is the summit of a hill, covered, 

 as you perceive, with wood, and with those mossy stones 

 scattered at random under the trees. 



Miss Tenorina : What a delightful spot to read in, 

 on a summer's day ! The air must be so pure, and the 

 wind must sound so divinely in the tops of those old 

 pines ! 



Mr. Milestone : Bad taste, Miss Tenorina. Bad taste, 

 I assure you. Here is the spot improved. The trees 

 are cut down : the stones are cleared away : this is an 

 octagonal pavilion, exactly on the centre of the summit : 

 and there you see Lord Littlebrain, on the top of the 

 pavilion, enjoying the prospect with a telescope. 



Squire Headlong : Glorious, egad ! 



Mr. Milestone : Here is a rugged mountainous road, 

 leading through impervious shades : the ass and the 

 four goats characterise a wild uncultured scene. Here, 

 as you perceive, it is totally changed into a beautiful 

 gravel-road, gracefully curving through a belt of limes : 

 and there is Lord Littlebrain driving four-in-hand. 



Squire Headlong : Egregious, by Jupiter ! 



Mr. Milestone : Here is Littlebrain Castle, a Gothic, 

 moss-grown structure, half-bosomed in trees. Near the 

 basement of that turret is an owl peeping from the ivy. 



Squire Headlong : And devilish wise he looks. 



Mr. Milestone : Here is the new house, without a tree 

 near it, standing in the midst of an undulating lawn : 

 a white, polished, angular building, reflected to a nicety 



