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surroundings from whence their clipped wings will 

 not allow them to escape, incline you to believe that 

 this world is a smooth, genteel, beneficent world after 

 all, and its pastoral character is here so well sustained 

 that no one would be a bit surprised if Pan with 

 his pipe of reeds, or Corydon with his white-fleeced 

 flock, should turn the corner at any moment. 



It is only upon man's terms, however, and to suit 

 his scheme of scenic effects, that these tame things 

 are allowed on the premises. They are not here 

 because man loves them. Woe to the satin-coated 

 mole that blindly burrow r s on the law r n ! Woe to 

 the rabbit that sneaks through the fence, or to the 

 hare that leaps it ! Woe to the red fox that litters in 

 the pinetum, or to the birds that make nests in the 

 shrubberies ! Woe to the otter that takes license to 

 fish in the ponds at the bottom of the pleasaunce ! 

 Woe to the blackbirds that strip the rowan-tree of 

 its berries just when autumn visitors are expected ! 

 Woe to the finches that nip the buds off the fruit- 

 trees in the hard spring frost, presuming upon 

 David's plea for sacrilege ! Death, instant or pro- 

 longed, or dear life purchased at the price of a torn 

 limb, for the silly things that dare to stray where 

 the woodland liberties are forbidden to either plant 

 or. animal ! 



to fill these pleasure grounds with macaws and other birds of gorgeous 

 plumage." But Lord Beaconsfield is Benjamin Disraeli a master of 

 the ornate, a bit of a dandy always. In Italy, too, they throw in 

 porcupines and ferrets for picturesqueness. In Holland are our old 

 friends the tin hare and guinea-pigs, and the happy shooting boy, in 

 holiday attire, painted to the life. 



