Never did I see the like before.

If Turner had the shaping of the ground entirely for an artistic purpose, it could not have been more happily formed for a display of agricultural pictures.

What might be called the _physical_ vista made the most perfect hemiorama I ever looked upon.

The long, high, wooded ridge, including Broughton Hill, _eclipsed_, as it were, just half the disk of a circle twenty miles in diameter, leaving the other half in all the glow and glory that Nature and that great blind painter, Agricultural Industry, could give to it.

The valley with its foot against this mountainous ridge, put out its right arm and enfolded to its bosom a little, beautiful world of its own of about fifty miles girth.