out. The standards to be roses, juniper, holly (berberries but here and there, because of the smell of their blossom), red currants, gooseberries, rosemary, bays, sweetbriar, and such like. But these standards to be kept with cutting, that they grow not out of course.

For the side grounds, you are to fill them with variety of alleys private, to give a full shade, some of them, wheresoever the sun be. You are to frame some of them likewise for shelter, that, when the wind blows sharp, you may walk as in a gallery. And those alleys must be likewise hedged at both ends to keep out the wind; and these closer alleys must be ever finely gravelled, and no grass, because of going wet. In many of these alleys, likewise, you are to set fruit-trees of all sorts, as well upon the walls as in ranges. And this should be generally observed, that the borders wherein you plant your fruit trees be fair, and large, and low, and not steep, and set with fine flowers; but thin and sparingly, lest they deceive the trees. At the end of both the side grounds I would have a mount of some pretty height, leaving the wall of the enclosure breast-high, to look abroad into the fields.

For the main garden, I do not deny but there should be some fair alleys ranged on both sides with fruit trees; and some pretty tufts of fruit trees and arbours with seats, set in some decent order; but these to be by no means set too thick, but to leave the main garden, so as it be not close, but the air open and free. For as for shade, I would have you rest upon the alleys of the side grounds, there to walk if you feel disposed, in the heat of

the year or day; but to make account, that themain garden is for the more temperate parts of the year, and, in the heat of summer, for the morning and the evening, or overcast days.

For aviaries, I like them not, except they be of that largeness, as they may be turfed, and have living plants and bushes set in them, that the birds may have more scope and natural nestling, and that no foulness appear on the floor of the aviary.

So I have made a platform 15 of a princely garden, partly by precept, partly by drawing; not a model, but some general lines of it: and in this I have spared for no cost. But it is nothing for great princes that, for the most part, taking advice with workmen, with no less cost set their things together, and sometimes add statua's, and such things, for state and magnificence, but nothing to the true pleasure of a garden.

Lord Bacon.

XX.

· THE HAPPY WARRIOR.

WHO is the happy warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
-It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:1
Whose high endeavours are an inward light
That makes the path before him always bright:

Who, with a natural instinct to discern

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What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn ;
Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,
But makes his moral being his prime care;
Who, doom'd to go in company with Pain,
And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!
Turns his necessity to glorious gain ;3

In face of these doth exercise a power
Which is our human nature's highest dower;
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of their bad influence, and their good receives:
By objects which might force the soul to abate
Her feeling, render'd more compassionate;
Is placable-because occasions rise

So often that demand such sacrifice;

More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure,
As tempted more; more able to endure
As more exposed to suffering and distress;
Thence, also, more alive to tenderness.
'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends
Upon that law as on the best of friends;
Whence in a state where men are tempted still
To evil for a guard against worse ill,
And what in quality or act is best
Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,
He labours good on good to fix, and owes
To virtue every triumph that he knows ;
-Who, if he rise to station of command,
Rises by open means; and there will stand
On honourable terms, or else retire,
And in himself possess his own desire;
Who comprehends his trust, and to the same
Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim;
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And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait

For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state; Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall, Like showers of manna, if they come at all:

Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life,

A constant influence, a peculiar grace;

But who, if he be call'd upon to face

Some awful moment to which heaven has join'd
Great issues, good or bad for human kind,
Is happy as a Lover; and attired

With sudden brightness, like a man inspired;
And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw ;
Or if an unexpected call succeed,

Come when it will, is equal to the need:
-He who, though thus endued as with a sense
And faculty for storm and turbulence,

Is yet a Soul whose master-bias 4 leans
To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;
Sweet images! which, whereso'er he be,
Are at his heart; and such fidelity

It is his darling passion to approve ;

More brave for this that he hath much to love :-
"Tis, finally, the man, who, lifted high,
Conspicuous object in a nation's eye,
Or left unthought-of in obscurity,-
Who, with a toward or untoward lot,
Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not,
Plays, in the many games of life, that one
Where what he most doth value must be won:
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray;

Who, not content that former worth stand fast,
Looks forward, persevering to the last,
From well to better, daily self-surpass'd:
Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth
For ever, and to noble deeds give birth,
Or he must fall to sleep without his fame,
And leave a dead unprofitable name—
Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;
And while the mortal mist is gathering, draws
His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause: 5
This is the happy warrior; this is He

Whom every man in arms should wish to be.

W. Wordsworth.

XXI.

A DAY'S ADVENTURES ON GAMRIE HEAD.*

ONE of the most vivid descriptions which Edward1 inserted in the Banffshire Journal, was a narrative of a day's adventures on Gamrie Head.2 The editor, in introducing it to his readers, said that it reads not unlike a chapter of Audubon or Wilson,3 The reader will judge for himself:

"Having promised to visit some friends in Gardenstown to partake of their hospitality during the festive season of the New Year, I left home with that object on the morning of the 31st of

*From The Life of a Scotch Naturalist.