Ye learn'd in arts, in men, in manners read,
Who boast as wide an empire o'er the mind,
With reverence vifit her auguft domain;

To her unletter'd mem'ry bow the knee;
She found that happiness you seek in vain,
Blefs'd with a cottage, and a fingle tree.

The walk now takes a more terrace-like form, and afcends into a thick grove, from which there is an opening into a fequeftered part of the park; it continues round the hill, and returns into the fame path; from a seat towards the middle of which, Oxford is seen in a particularly advantageous point of view: at the entrance of what may be called the churchglade, that building produces its best effect: the convex form of the ground immediately before it, uniting with a concave fweep, gives to the hill a moft pleafing outline; and when all the surrounding features are brought into one view, from a station where every external object is excluded, the whole forms a striking piece of garden fcenery. The walk now repaffes the portico, defcends to the house, and is continued round it to the fouth fide of the

• From the further end of this walk a path diverges leading to the Parfonage, which is fituated upon a bold and lofty eminence, commanding a view of Radley over a woody bottom, of the Thames, and of Oxford in the distance; and these different objects, seen from a hill planted with coppice, are rendered the more ftriking, from the eye being confined on the left by a steep bank covered with wood, and by another fringed with trees, and equally abrupt, on the right.

garden. A broad walk, between a plantation on one fide, and tufts of fhrubs and detached trees on the other, is continued through a thick wood, planted on the upper part of a lawn that declines toward the meadow; from hence every diftant object is excluded, but it is enlivened in one place by a view into the park. A little onward is Lady Harcourt's oak, which is rendered ftriking from the circumstance of its far-extended branches refting upon the ground. Farther to the left is a highly ornamented feat, of the Corinthian order, defigned by Saunders; beyond it is another oak called Whitehead's, near which is an urn dedicated to his memory, with the following inscription, by Mr. Mason, upon the pedestal.

Harcourt and friendship this memorial raise,
Near to the oak where Whitehead oft reclin'd,
Where all that nature robed by art displays,
With charms congenial, footh'd his polish'd mind.
Let Fashion's votaries, let the " fons of fire,"
The genius of that modeft Bard despise,
Who bade diferetion regulate his lyre,

Studious to please, but scorning to surprise :
Enough for him, if those who fhar'd his love
Through life, who virtue more than verse revere,
Here penfive pause, while circling round the grove,
And drop the heart-paid tribute of a tear.

In a recefs in the plantation on the oppofite fide, is a feat placed there by the advice of Mr. Repton, who firft difcovered the picturesque

view,

view, from that point. From the eminence upon which the urn is placed, the eye commands a prospect of Oxford, and of the Thames that flows through the intervening valley below, of Radley, with the woods beyond it, and of Abingdon and the Berkshire hills. Farringdon hill, with the clump of trees upon its fummit, is distinctly seen at the distance of eighteen miles to the left, the ground falls abruptly into a glen in the park, but immediately rifes into a brow covered with oaks, which in the diftant view of them form a mafs, yet fo detached, as on a nearer approach to fhew the turf beneath them. The walk now returns toward the house, through a closer part of the plantation; on the left there is a narrow opening that admits a view over the underwood; and the trees on the fore-ground, apparently uniting with a clump in the garden below, lead the eye to other maffes of wood, till it reaches Oxford, which is framed by the trees and shrubs through which it is feen. A little farther, the prospect in front is viewed beneath the branches of detached acacias, from a treillage feat covered with rofes and honeyfuckles; and the path, after being carried through a very thick and clofe part of the plantation, unites with the upper walk.

THE FLOWER GARDEN

Has no visible connection with the pleasureground the entrance is from the path which afcends toward the church, beneath the pediment of a Doric gate, on which the following fentence from J. J. Rouffeau, fo beautifully allufive to the world of flowers, is inscribed: "Si l'Auteur de la nature eft grand dans les grandes chofes, il est très grand dans les petites.' Fronting the gate, and backed by a mafs of fhrubs, is a buft of Flora, with the following infcription:

Here fprings the Violet all newe,
And fresh Perwinke riche of hewe;
And Flouris yalowe, white, and rede
Such plenti grew ther ner in mede:
Full gai is all the grounde, and queint
And poudrid, as men had it peint,
With many a fresh and fondry Floure
That caftin up full gode favoure.

CHAUCER.

A gravel walk inclofed with fhrubs leads to the right, when a view foon opens on the left to an irregular flope, enriched with tufts of flowers, feen beneath the branches of trees: a wide fpreading elm, whose boughs touch the ground, is a kind of central object. The walk then continues between detached trees, till the eye is confined on either fide by a

thick

thick fhrubbery, that unites to the right with a plantation in the park on a rifing bank is a ftatue of Hebe, with the following infcription :

Hebe, from thy cup divine,

Shed, O fhed! nectareous dews,
Here o'er Nature's living fhrine,
Th' immortal drops diffuse:
Here while every bloom's display'd,
Shining fair in vernal pride,
Catch the colours ere they fade,

And check the green blood's ebbing tide,
Till youth eternal like thine own prevail,

Safe from the night's damp wing, or day's infidious gale.
W. WHITEHEAD.

The path now becomes narrower, and paffes through an arched rock covered with ivy, which is defigned in imitation of a natural cavern. On one fide on a piece of marble, are thefe lines from Milton's Comus;

Mufing Meditation most affects
The penfive secrecy of defert cell,
And Wisdom's felf

Oft feeks to sweet retired Solitude,
Where with her beft nurse, Contemplation,

She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings,
That in the various buftle of refort

Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd.

The front of the grotto is partially concealed by ivy and other creeping plants, and through an opening before it is caught a glimpse of the