Is there under heaven a more glorious and refreshing object of the kind
than an impassable hedge of about four hundred feet in length, nine feet
high, and five feet in diameter, which I can show in my gardens at Say’s
Court, at any time of the year, glittering with its armed and varnished
leaves, the taller standards at orderly distances blushing with their
natural coral—shorn and fashioned into columns and pilasters,
architecturally shaped, at due distance?
EVELYN’S “_Silva_.”