ABSTRACT
During our first day’s journey, the road lay through a country so rich and so level, that but for the deep indenting of the horizon, I could have fancied myself in England. ‘That would be thought a fine park even in my country,’ said I, as we were passing a princely place. ‘Ah, stay till you see the parks of Eredine!’ said Charlotte. 374 It is not to be told what superb conceptions I formed of these same parks of Eredine; for my companion did not enter on the description. I thought Blenheim was to be a paddock compared with them! 375
