order; but the woods had no other improvement, than intermixing the most beautiful flowering shrubs irregularly among the trees; and instead of letting the surface be generally flat; hills, and a thousand imperceptible variations were made, to render it more pleasing: the water naturally ran in one channel, but the King threw it into many, and it fell down a variety of cascades; but all without any appearance of art. Never was any thing on the whole more beautiful, or more truly picturesque; these gardens, which were about five miles in circuit, may be considered as the finest in the world, and far beyond those celebrated ones of Versailles, of which historians speak so highly.—It may perhaps be thought below the dignity of history, to give any account of these things; but the true use of history is to describe mankind; and the hero of this work, no where appears togreater
