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the park. We first went through park village which is an assemblage of beautiful little cottages of many different designs, some of which are very neat and pretty indeed. It is nice to see such a retired, clean and quiet place on the outer edge of so great a city as London. There are plenty of trees, and each house has its little garden filled with shrubbery and vines. They are not enclosed by high brick walls, but by nice little fences, or open elegant balustrades with vines running through and over them. It is very much like the country.  
  We next proceeded to examine the fine terraces and buildings which face the park. They are nearly all of Grecian design. Corinthian and Ionic order. There is a fine wide, drive, around the park, and these buildings stand far enough back from it to admit of quite an extensive series of gardens between, generally straight on the front and crescent shaped on the back with a narrow drive around the back on to which the steps of the houses descend. The

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gardens are enclosed by open railings, and are finely set off with trees, shrubs, bowers and vines, rustic benches, fountains &c. Occasionally where a street debouches on the park drive, in order to keep up the [[strikethrough]] smmetry [[/strikethrough]] symmetry of the rows of the dwellings, there is an archway sprung over it, with small arches on each side over the sidewalks, and of quite elaborate designs; but we were sorry to find on examining them closely that they are only constructed of studding, and lath and plaster, with stucco ornaments. We saw some things which we thought might be used to beautify our place at home, amongst them, a wall connecting two buildings, with open arches and ivy clustering over it, and rustic benches made of cedar branches with their crooks and nots and, the bark on. We had an early dinner, and then set off to St. Pauls, going by Oakley Square and down through Tring's street to High Holborn, or Ioburn as the Londoners call it, along this to the Strand, which brought us to St. Pauls. Finding ourselves an hour