From door to door were planted shrubs and flowers,
Transforming houses into Sylvan bowers
Six furlongs distant ’rose t’endear the eye,[233]
Two triple arches, each one bore on high
A crimson banner ring’d with bullion gold;
Whose meet inscriptions adequately told
(In silvery letters, more than tongue can tell)
Th’ excessive joy which reign’d at Ruttendell.
[231] A quaint expression which Sir H. B. had acquired when any new sentiment of pleasure inspired his heart.
[232] Mr. Frederick Champernown, stationer and news-agent.