September 1848

James Baker does not imagine that he is a rich man, yet he keeps from year to year that lordly park of his by Fairhaven Pond,' lying idly open to all comers, without crop or rent, like some Duke of Sutherland or Lord Bread- albane, with its hedges of Arcady, its sumptuous lawns and slopes, the apple on its trees, the mirror at its foot, and the terraces of Holloway Farm on the opposite bank.