t wheels, which had excited the amazement of
the people in the town, and planted in the park.

Through the middle of the grounds ran a wide and turbulent brook,
whirling around its rocks and spreading out into its deep and beautiful
pools, and where once stood the widow Casey's little house,--which was
built on the side of a bank, so that the Caseys went into the second
story when they entered by the front,--now leaped a beautiful cataract
over that very bank, scattering its spray upon the trunks of the two big
chestnuts, one of which used to stand by the side of Mrs. Casey's house,
and the other at the front.

In the shade of the four great oak trees which had stood in William
Hamilton's back yard, and which he intended to cut down as soon as he
had money enough to build a long cow-stable,--for it was his desire to
go into the dairy business,--now spread a wide, transparent pool, half
surrounded at its upper end by marble terraces, on the edges of which
stood tall statues with their white reflections stretching far down into
the depths beneath. Here were marble benches, and steps down to the
water, and sometimes the bright gleams of sunshine came flittering
through the leaves, and sometimes the leaves themselves came fluttering
down and floated on the surface of the pool. And when the young people
had stood upon the terraces, or had sat together upon the wide marble
steps, they could walk away, if they chose, through masses of evergreen
shrubbery, whose quiet paths seemed to shut them out from the world.

On a little hill which had once led up to Parson's barn, but now ended
quite abruptly in a little precipice with a broad railing on its edge
and a summer-house a little back, one could sit and look out over the
stretch of bright green lawns, between two clumps of hemlocks, and over
a hedge which concealed the ground beyond, along the whole length of the
vista made by Becker Street, which obligingly descended slightly from
the edge of the park so that its houses were concealed by the hemlocks,
and then out upon the country beyond, and to the beautiful hills against
the sky; and such a one might well imagine, should he be a stranger,
that all he saw was in the Grove of the Incas. Upon all the outer edges
of this park there were masses of shrubbery, or little lines of hedge,
irregularly disposed, with bits of grass opening upon the street, and
here and there a line of slender iron railing with a group of statuary
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