Thomas Love Peacock,
Headlong Hall
“ The stream, you see, is become a canal: the banks are perfectly smooth and green, sloping to the water's edge: and there is Lord Littlebrain, rowing in an elegant boat. Squire Headlong. Magical, faith! Mr Milestone. Here is another part of the grounds in its natural state. Here is a large rock, with the mountain-ash rooted in its fissures, overgrown, as you see, with ivy and moss; and from this part of it bursts a little fountain, that runs bubbling down its rugged sides. Miss Tenorina. O how beautiful! How I should love the melody of that miniature cascade! ”

