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Croffing this walk, near the centre, is a 

 thick grove of many hundreds of orange trees, 

 clad in all the variety of umbrageous foliage, 

 fragrant blofforns, unripe green and ripe 

 golden fruit. 



In the genial climate of Europe, under 

 the mild fun and foft breezes of England, 

 how delightful would be fields or gardens 

 thus planted, and how gratefully — how ex- 

 quifitely enjoyed ! But, here, under the 

 fcorchings of a torrid fun, while the eye, 

 and the olfactories, and the palate are re- 

 galed, the tortured fenfe of feeling precludes 

 every poffibility of enjoy ment. If expofed to 

 the open fun, the excefs of heat produces in- 

 fupportable languor and fatigue — and if you 

 feek the protecting made of the fruit trees, you 

 are, there, tormented with the {harp bitings o£ 

 myriads of mufquitoes. 



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Invited by the grateful odour, and think- 

 ing to enjoy the cool fhade, I left the broad 

 and heated path, to ramble in the fweet ave- 

 nues of the orange grove, but ere my foot 

 had traced its fecond ftep in the cool grafs, 

 I was befet by the thoufand flings of hoftilc 



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