144 A GARDEN DIARY 
Yet hark! what sound is that? Surely it is not 
the luncheon bell? How exceedingly incon- 
venient! Well, our invasion must be postponed 
for the moment. After all, as Peter Plymley 
wrote to his brother Abraham, “It is three 
centuries since an English pig has fallen in a 
fair battle upon English ground”; so, though 
this particular struggle is coming off not on 
English but Irish ground, it is not likely to be 
all over before this afternoon. 
