|NOTES from DR SYNTAX'S TOUR, 1812|
Plate 11 opposite p.71:-
DOCTOR SYNTAX TUMBLING INTO THE WATER.
"The palace of the feudal victor
"Now serves for nought but for a picture.
"Plenty of water here I see,
"But what's a view without a tree?
"There's something grand in yonder tow'r,
"But not a shrub to make a bow'r;
"Howe'er, I'll try to take this view,
"As well as my best art can do."
An heap of stones the Doctor found,
Which loosely lay upon the ground,
To form a seat, where he might trace
The antique beauty of the place;
But, while his eye observ'd the line
That way to limit his design,
The stones gave way, and sad to tell,
Down from the bank he headlong fell.