TRAVELLER-S DINNER. 



could not show us her garden, the pride of her life; 

 she was therefore delighted to have caught us on 

 our return, and led the way with great glee to her 

 favourite spot. It certainly was a brilliant spec- 

 tacle ; for in these climates where nature does so 

 much, the least assistance multiplies the effect in 

 a manner, of which, in cold regions, we have no 

 conception. But our good dame, who thought of 

 nothing less than letting nature have her course, 

 had planted her flowers, and cut her walks and bor- 

 ders into the form of beasts, birds, and fishes ; not 

 only had she displayed the figures of the animals 

 in a sort of relief, but she had attended minutely 

 to the appropriate colours of each, by the careful 

 distribution of the proper flowers ; and, to do her 

 justice, the spot looked more like a menagerie than 

 a garden ! 



We reached the bridge of Maypo at noon, and 

 having made preparations for dining on the road, 

 we resolved to stop, during the heat of the day, at 

 the Post House on the top of the bank. Our din- 

 ner was plain and good, and we were merrily eat- 

 ing our oUa, when a new guest stepped in; — a 

 coarse, loud-talking, impudent sort of personage. 



