I am spending my evening in an airy old-fashioned book-room at the top of Hagley House, with windows overlooking all the magnificent woods of this park, and then by a side view, plains, hills, and dales to the farthest distance, where one just perceives a faint line of Welch [sic] mountains. A band of music is playing far enough off to sound beautiful, a beautiful setting sun lighting it all up. Plenty, in short, to make up a very goodly heritage.