The Wits and Beaux of Society - Volume 2 by Philip Wharton;Grace Wharton
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arrived to see the house--a man and three women in riding-dresses--who
'rode post' through the apartments. 'I could not,' he adds, 'hurry before them fast enough; they were not so long in seeing the whole gallery as I could have been in one room, to examine what I knew by heart. I remember formerly being often diverted with this kind of _seers_; they come, ask what such a room is called in which Sir Robert lay, write it down, admire a lobster or a cabbage in a Market Piece, dispute whether the last room was green or purple, and then hurry to the inn, for fear the fish should be over-dressed. How different my sensations! not a picture here but recalls a history; not one but I remembered in Downing Street, or Chelsea, where queens and crowds admired them, though seeing them as little as these travellers![5] [5: Sir Robert Walpole purchased a house and garden at Chelsea in 1722, near the college, adjoining Gough House.--Cunningham's 'London.'] After tea he strolled into the garden. They told him it was now called a _pleasure-ground._ To Horace it was a scene of desolation--a floral Nineveh. 'What a dissonant idea of pleasure!--those groves, those _allées_, where I have passed so many charming moments, were now stripped up or overgrown--many fond paths I could not unravel, though with an exact clue in my memory. I met two gamekeepers, and a thousand hares! In the days when all my soul was tuned to pleasure and vivacity (and you will think perhaps it is far from being out of tune yet), I hated Houghton and its solitude; yet I loved this garden, as now, with many regrets, I love Houghton--Houghton, I know not what to call it--a monument of grandeur or ruin!' Although he did not go with the expectation of finding a land flowing with milk and honey, the sight of all this ruin long saddened his |
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