The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1869-09-09

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margin of porpbyry, and 50 much else
We are now in the crangery, the eat
door Of which opens ont into the gar
den; and here We take leave of ou
friend the housekeeper, not forgetting
handsome douceur, to entrust or
selves to the tender mercies of the gal
dener, who happens to be opportu,el5
waiting.
The only way ia which these couI;
be in any way described in the shor'
space still remaining to your contr:ba
tor would be BY adopting narrative ol
the kind which found favor in the we'll
known Mr.. Alfred Jingle,-snooth.
shaven lawns, shrubberies, fountains
rocks, waterfalls, flowers, fragrance
sunshine, shade, &C., &c. Of what
these gardens are like, Of thoir extent,
of the perfection with which they are
kept, some idea may be tormsd when L
have said that tho number of garden.
ers IN regular employ at Chatsworth are
one hundred and twenty. The fruit
and. vegetable gardens extend over
twelve acres, aud are furnished With
five-and-twenty hot-houses.
Past a magnificent group of flower
beds; We are led to the foot of an arti-
fetal waterfall, or rather series Of water
falls. just At present the water does
not happen to be turned on; but cur
guile is obliging. He gives a myster-
ious whistle, which communicates With
some unseen agent. "The falls" We
are told, "will soon be full" We wait
q few minutes, and then we hear kind
Of gurgling echo; it is the water in
the distance. Another minute, and
then along the whole gradual descent
of more than = hundred feet: of the
stream comes, making at each separate
step species Of tiny cataract. The eff.
feet is charming; Seen from one Of
tho library windows Il has the appear
anoe Of being one continuous stream Of
water. This, however, is but one Of
the marveh. You walk on; on each
eide Of you are rocks towering OCCASION
ally to = height of hundred feet Or SO.
They are all artificial. Under the su-
perintendence Of Sir John Paxton
they have all been placed in their pres
ent position. The stream which you
see leaping down the crags flows not by
nature but BY art. If you look up you
will see a large plantation Of pine trees.
Well, beyond that is the Chatswcrth
reservoir, and from this reservoir all the
water comes.
On still We wcnd our way, till at
last We come to kind Of srotto But
there is path cut. We follow it :;
suddenly our progress is stopped by a
huge boul:er of rock thrown straight
athwart our track. ''%"Can we get no
further?" We ask. But wait one mo-
ment. That immense stone revolyses-
on a kind Of pivot. A lady's hand
pushes it and it moves aside. Through
the aperture thus made we 60. That
huge building Of glass yonder is none
other than the big conservatory which
covers something mere than an acre,
aud which is the model OF the building
Of the Great Exhibition of 1851: 1t
Is filed with different exotic trees and
plants; and yonder stands cocoa~nut
tree which has been compelled to un-
dergo the process Of decapitation, be:
cause t WIS out-growing the height of
the building,
Back we wend ou, way, past the
French, the Italian, and the Persian
gardens, through thick shrubberies !;
now looking into other conservatives.
and now looking down upon crystal
clear pools, whose depths are stocked
with gold and silver fish and trout,
Tho stream Of Derwent is chatterins
near: The trees arc tingcd with the
gold Of sunset; and here we are back
once again at the great gates through
which we originally entered. We bid
adieu to our agricultural Mentor; we
reclaim our umbrellas, &C. VIC dis
burse moro half-crovus, and we have
seen Chatsworth. -
% Again We are at the Peacock inn
our dinner is ready for US in the same
charming room mentioned already. We
are hungry, and We do justice to what
il placed before ~. Tho moon IS up
before xe leave tho; little village::, W.
can only dimly descry the outlines o.
tho Derbyshirs hills in the distance, OF
our rstura journey. But We have car
rieds away with ~ mental picture'
which in spite Of the shades of even
ing ve can 80 clearly euougb-pie
lures Of endless suites Of gorgeou
rooms, Of rars statuary, Of antiqu
carving, Of gold tapestry brocade ; pic
lures Of never-endiug parterres 9
shrubs, and trees, and flowers; picture
Of the glorious park in which the gre,
philosopher Of the "Levathian," No