Not only is everything exquisitely in keeping with man, but natural features are actually changed, plastic to the imprint of their lord and master's mind.

Bushes, shrubs, trees, forget to follow their original intent, and grow as he wills them to; now expanding in wanton luxuriance, now contracting into dwarf designs of their former selves, all to obey his caprice and please his eye.

Even stubborn rocks lose their wildness, and come to seem a part of the almost sentient life around them.

If the description of such dutifulness seems fanciful, the thing itself surpasses all supposition.
Hedges and shrubbery, clipped into the most fantastic shapes, accept the suggestion of the pruning-knife as if man's wishes were their own whims.
Manikin maples, Tom Thumb trees, a foot high and thirty years old, with all the gnarls and knots and knuckles of their fellows of the forest, grow in his parterres, their native vitality not a whit diminished.

And they are not regarded as monstrosities but only as the most natural of artificialities; for they are a part of a horticultural whole.