I have never before seen this very pleasing manner of uniting the comforts of an apartment with the beauties of a garden, and I wonder it is not more practised by the great.

Something of the kind is hinted at in a paper of the SPECTATOR.
As I walked towards the conservatory to view it more closely, the parlour chimney engaged my attention.

It was a pile of massive stone, entirely out of proportion to the size of the apartment.

On the front had once been an armorial scutcheon; for the hammer, or chisel, which had been employed to deface the shield or crest, had left uninjured the scroll beneath, which bore the pious motto, 'TRUST IN GOD.' Black-letter, you know, was my early passion, and the tombstones in the Greyfriars' churchyard early yielded up to my knowledge as a decipherer what little they could tell of the forgotten dead.
Joshua Geddes paused when he saw my eye fixed on this relic of antiquity.

'Thou canst read it ?' he said.
I repeated the motto, and added, there seemed vestiges of a date.
'It should be 1537,' said he; 'for so long ago, at the least computation, did my ancestors, in the blinded times of Papistry, possess these lands, and in that year did they build their house.' 'It is an ancient descent,' said I, looking with respect upon the monument.