The Sun.
London, England, 1856-11-19 00:00:00

THE AGAPEJMNE.

Should any of our readers desire to visit this abode of
love—situate at the Four Forks, Spaxton—having, in
their way from Bridgwater, journeyed about five miles,
they will come upon the site of a group of buildings ;
and, towering above one, looking somewhat like a
chapel, they wig perceive a flag-stall. Having turned an
angle in the road, you will soon find yourself in front of
a low range of cottages, lying to the right of this chapel,
before which are placed some iron rails. Ascending a few
steps to the raised ground in front of them, you will per-
ceive two circular flower-beds, neatly bordered, and sup-
plied with a variety of flowers. Looking at these cot-
tages, you will probably find that the lower room of one
is occupied by a number of laundresses, busily engaged in
preparing the fine linen clean and white for the saints
within. One of the maids will probably ask your business,
when, having inquired if you may be permitted to view
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the premises, and giving your name, you will be politely
requested to remain while she goes to inquire.:autrnpteorn.
her return, you may be informed that a gentleman
will presently wait upon you to guide your steps aright.
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,w and then
casting a glance towards the door at which you expect
the gentleman, or perhaps watching the industrious wo-
men,
and feeling a little ourious to know the purport of
a conversation that is passing between one of the prin-
cipals and a fair young girl that you observe ie one of
the lower rooms of these cottages, who seems very much
like a pretty bird fluttering around the net of the fowler.
Your ears having been saluted with seine witty remark
from one or more of the neighbours, who, seeing a party
waiting for entrance, seem disposed to let you know
that their opinion is not very high as to the morality of
the inmates, a little door opens to the left of the cot-
tages, leading into the grounds, and the
figure of
a gentleman
presents itself before you. His appear-
atahrnoecleginardteel,wnyhjineicUlh'sfollow your guide, who, treading
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figure,
mystery, and a
certain indescribable reserved' courtesy. Having entered
saving feasted
a path to
the right, leads you to a conservatory, where your senses
are delighted with the fragrance and the various hues of
miaateyiyhave a. view of the
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next l flowers,od
completed,
a laot hothouse,
where many costly and rare foreign plants may be seen,
-Yoe pass on, leaving a beautiful town to the left, which
has been mown very nicely by a patent machine, and
satsocneendraalifseawdesstefprosutiowahtieurrh terrace, lately
hills behind, and the pleasant vale between. From thence
you descend in the middle of the terrace by some steps
leading you by another path towards the Stables, a nice
range of buildings, where you will be shown some beau-
tiful horses. Your senses are gratified with the varied
objects of a magnificently furnished saloon, instead of,
h
as you had expected from outside appearances,a neatly-
pewed chapel. Looking around you, you observe a
splendid harp, covered over to keep it from dust • and if
you examine it you will find it a beautifully-finised in-
strument, inlaid with gold and pearl. Not far from this