_Where Isar's clay-white rivulets run
Through the dark wood's, like frighted deer._
Close to the city of Munich, in Bavaria, lies the spacious and
beautiful pleasure ground, called the English Garden, in which
these lines were written, originally projected and laid out by our
countryman, Count Rumford, under the auspices of one of the sovereigns
of the country. Winding walks of great extent, pass through close
thickets and groves interspersed with lawns; and streams, diverted
from the river Isar, traverse the grounds swiftly in various
directions, the water of which, stained with the clay of the soil it
has corroded in its descent from the upper country, is frequently of a
turbid white colour.