In other respects I am very well off here. Solitude in this terrestrial paradise
is a genial balm to my mind, and the young spring cheers with its bounteous promises
my oftentimes misgiving heart. Every tree, every bush,
is full of flowers; and one might wish himself transformed into a butterfly, to float
about in this ocean of perfume, and find his whole existence in it.
The town itself is disagreeable; but then, all around, you find an inexpressible beauty
of nature. This induced the late Count M to lay out a garden on one of the sloping hills
which here intersect each other with the most charming variety,