cannot have been than this private garden of it three hundred acres and by the artful of he paths and the and the interposed of trees is made to appear the of a whole country are compressed into this space as fields of roses go to the of an f precious the world within that garden fence is not he same weary and dusty world with which we outside mortals re it is a finer more harmonious nature old home and the great mother herself kindly to the gardener s will knowing that he will make evident the half traits of her and ideal and allow her to take all the credit and praise to herself i doubt whether there is ever any winter within that � any clouds except the ones of summer the sunshine that i saw there rests upon my recollection of it as if it were eternal the and are like the memory of places where one has wandered when first in love what a good and happy life might be spent in a paradise like this and yet at that very moment the duke ah i have let out a secret which i meant to keep to myself but the ten shillings must pay for all was in that very garden for the guide told us so and our young people not to be and if in a condition for was thinking of nothing nobler than how many ten shilling tickets had that day been sold as i am i should still love to think that lead noble lives and that all this stately and beautiful may serve to them a little way above the rest of us fail to do so the disgrace falls equally upon the whole race of mortals as on themselves because it proves that no more favourable conditions of existence would our vices and weaknesses how sad if this be so i even a herd of swine eating the under those magnificent oaks of would be and of better habits than ordinary swine well all that i have written is meagre as a description of and i hate to leave it without some more adequate expression of the noble edifice with its rich domain all as i saw them in that beautiful sunshine for if a day had been chosen out of a hundred years it could not have been a finer one but i must give up the attempt only further remarking that the finest trees here were of which i saw one � and there may have been many such � immense in and not less than three centuries old i likewise saw a vast heap of laurel two hundred feet in all growing from one root and the gardener near oxford show ns another growth of twice that size if le great duke himself had heen in that spot his heroic could not have heen the seed of a more plentiful crop of we now went hack to the black bear and sat down to a old of which we ate and drank in the ood old english fashion a due proportion of various delightful a stranger in england in his to various of the country may learn little in regard to for the ordinary english taste is simple though sound in hat particular hut he makes acquaintance with more varieties f hop and liquor than he previously supposed to exist a sort of foaming stuff called hop champagne hich is very and appears to he a between lie and another excellent for warm is by mixing brown stout or bitter ale with beer the foam of which up the heavier liquor from ts depths forming a compound of singular vivacity and body but of all things ever from unless t be the ale of cambridge which i drank long and which has celebrated in immortal commend me to the as the oxford scholars it in honour of the jovial who first taught these how to their favourite john has given his very heart to this admirable liquor t is a superior kind of ale the prince of with a richer and a spirit than you can find elsewhere in his weary world much have we been strengthened and encouraged by the potent blood of the a few days after our excursion to the same party jet forth in two flies on a tour to some other places of interest n the neighbourhood of oxford it was again a lay and in truth every day of late had been so pleasant hat it seemed as if each must be the very last of such perfect and yet the long succession had given us confidence n as many more to come the climate of england has been its and are not old home nearly so offensive as englishmen tell as their climate the only attribute of their country which they and the really good summer weather is the very kindest sweetest that the world knows we first drove to the village of about six miles from oxford and alighted at the entrance of the here while waiting for the keys we looked at an old wall of the churchyard piled up of loose gray stones which are said to have once formed a portion of hall celebrated in s ballad and scott s romance the hall must have been in very close vicinity to the church � not more than twenty yards off and i through the long grass of the churchyard and tried to peep over the wall in hopes to discover some and remains of the edifice but the wall was just too high to be overlooked and difficult p to over without tumbling down some of the stones so i took the word of one of our party who had been here before that there is nothing interesting on the other side the churchyard is in rather a neglected state and seems not to have 