There was Brown's Philosophy, for example; and Brown loved to illustrate his point with endless poetic quotations, the only drawback in my case being that they were almost exclusively drawn from Akenside, who was not "rural." But there were other books in which other poets were quoted, and of all these the passages which invariably pleased me most were the descriptions of rural sights and sounds.
One day, during a visit to the city of Buenos Ayres, I discovered in a mean street, in the southern part of the town, a second-hand bookshop, kept by an old snuffy spectacled German in a long shabby black coat.

I remember him well because he was a very important person to me.

It was the first shop of the kind I had seen--I doubt if there was another in the town; and to be allowed to rummage by the hour among this mass of old books on the dusty shelves and heaped on the brick floor was a novel and delightful experience.

The books were mostly in Spanish, French, and German, but there were some in English, and among them I came upon Thomson's Seasons.

I remember the thrill of joy I experienced when I snatched up the small thin octavo in its smooth calf binding.