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May, he says, " He that delights not in physick, let him now 

 exercise himself in the garden, and take the smell of the 

 earth with the rising sun, than which to the virtuously in- 

 clined, there is nothing more pleasant; for now is nature her- 

 self full of mirth, and the senses stored with delights, and 

 variety of pleasures." His month of July thus recommends 

 itself: " Grotts and shady groves are more seasonable to re- 

 create yourself in than the open air, unless it be late in the 

 evening, or early in the morning, to such that can afford 

 time to take a nap after noon.' 3 



In his Syst. Hort. he observes, that " A fair stream or 

 current flowing through or near your garden, adds much to 

 the glory and pleasure of it: on the banks of it you may 

 plant several aquatick exoticks, and have your seats or places 

 of repose under their umbrage, and there satiate yourself 

 with the view of the curling streams, and its nimble inhabit- 

 ants. These gliding streams refrigerate the air in a summer 

 evening, and render their banks so pleasant, that they be- 

 come resistless charms to your senses, by the murmuring 

 noise, the undulation of the water, the verdant banks and 

 shades over them, the sporting fish confined within your own 

 limits, the beautiful swans; and by the pleasant notes of 

 singing birds, that delight in groves, on the banks of such 

 rivulets."* 



* Perhaps no one more truly painted rich pastoral scenes than Isaac 

 Walton. This occurs in many, many pages of his delightful Angler. The 

 late ardently gifted, and most justly lamented Sir Humphry Davy too, in 

 his Salmonia, has foAdly caught the charms of Walton's pages. His pen 

 riots in the wild, the beautiful, the sweet, delicious scenery of nature : 

 " how delightful in the early spring, to wander forth by some clear stream, 

 to see the leaf bursting from the purple bud, to scent the odours of the 

 bank, perfumed by the violet, and enamelled as it were with the primrose, 

 and the daisy; to wander upon the fresh turf below the shade of trees, 

 whose bright blossoms are filled with the music of the bee." Mr. Worlidge, 

 in his Systema Agriculture, says, that the delights in angling " rouzes up 



