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plant of Reve cle Or, all of which are now in their second 

 year of growth. Watsonias appear at the base of the 

 scene. 



I now come to the crowning glory of the remarkable 

 Botanical Garden, that part which we are pleased to des- 

 ignate The Japanese Garden. There illustrated scenes 

 were made expressly for this paper, that the reader may 

 have some idea of the wonderful achievements of the 

 talented superintendent. Ocioljer, 1911, the location was 

 a wild ravine, filled with lirn^h, a tangled lot of brush 



reader may see the work of the artist who fashioned it. 

 The steps have the appearance of being formed by 

 erosion throughout countless ages, out of the solid rock. 

 They, too, are artificial, but so perfect in imitation of 

 the real that they deceive the very elect. 



\'iew Ten shows the Jananese tea house in which a 

 committee of the Los Angeles Horticultural Society had 

 the pleasure of spreading a lunch for Mr. W. Alice Bur- 

 pee, his wife anil nieces, and Mr. Hugh Dickson, of 

 r'.elfasi, TrclrincI, hnie 21. 1912. They were amazed and 



VIEW 9.— ARTIFICIALLY CONSTRUCTED STONE STEPS. 



and vines. Mr. Huntington, on his departure for the 

 East early in the month named, said to Mr. Hertrich : 

 "Have your garden ready for inspection when I return 

 in May." The results I present to the readers of The 

 Gardeners' Chronicle of America for inspection. We 

 sometimes read of the wand of the magician converting 

 the unsightly things of earth into the most enchanting 

 scenes by a wave of the hand. Such are the thoughts 

 ernbodied in fairy tales. Aladdin and his wonderful 

 lamp could not have wrought greater wonders. 



Views Seven and Eight are comprehensive views, 

 but in View Ten is seen a grotto and what appears to 

 be a natural formation of rocks caused by an upheaval 

 of the earth ages ago. As a matter of fact they are all 

 artificial, the creation of Mr. Hertrich, and so cleverly 

 has he imitated nature that those artificial stones have 

 the appearance of being placed there when the earth was 

 in its infancy. The tree trunk across the little lake is a 

 sure enough oak log. 



In \'ie\v Xine the work is a reinforced concrete struc- 

 ture. I had a picture made of it at close range that the 



\1EW 10.— THE JAPANESE TEA HOUSE. 



delighted with every thing they saw in this land of won- 

 derful possibilities. 



The tea house is covered with bamboo brush, instead 

 of palm leaves, as is the custom here, which is another 

 evidence of the originality of the creator of all this rest- 

 ful landscape, one thousand feet in length, varying in 

 width from fifty to one hundred feet. 



I cannot close this article without a word of apprecia- 

 tion of the character of the man whose money made all 

 this beautiful landscape possible. He was fortunate in 

 the selection of a superintendent, and recognizing his 

 ability as an artist, and as an executive he was wise 

 enough not to interfere with the plans of him, to whom 

 he entrusted the embellishment of his place. I wish that 

 I might be able to sa}- as much of some other men of 

 large means who employ skilled gardeners, and at the 

 same time handicap them with instructions of what they 

 should plant, and how they should arrange the planting, 

 regardless of present or future eflfect, insisting that their 

 order be obeyed for no other reason than that they are 

 paying for the supposed improvements. 



WHAT WE LOVE IS OURS. 



This is a world of Ijeauty, not to them who 

 money to pluck and wear its roses, but to them 



lave 

 •,vho 



have souls sensitized to the sweet odors. 



With love of the beautiful in man and in nature, •••one 

 can be poor ; without it ntmc can be rich. 



Happiness is not carried in the pocket, but in the 

 heart. 



The millionaire may make his thousand-acre park 

 in the rich valley and by a fiction of the law call it his 

 own ; but it all is the front yard of the poorest squatter 

 in the rudest cabin on the rugged hillside. 



The one who has paid for it owns it? Xo ! It is 

 most truly possessed by one who most enjoys it. 



What can a beautiful park mean to a man wliose 

 heart is smothered in a money bag? 



And to him who loves the trees, the brooks, the hills, 

 the skv, what matters it who holds the title? 



AMiat we love is ours — and nothing more. 



\\'e can truly possess nothing that we sacrifice to 

 our own selfish purposes. It is only to the man who 

 is poor that wealth glows like a bright star in the 

 night. The law of recompense always is in force. It 

 is only when darkness shrouds the world that we can 

 see the light of a million others. 



Did we not learn in babyhood that the bubble is 

 brilliant only until we grasp it? 



\\'hat we love we own — and there our real posses- 

 sions end. If our love be greed and lust, then these 

 stinging serpents of vice will creep into the heart and 

 make it their abode. But to the soul where love is 

 pure all in the world that is good and sweet flies 

 straight and swift as homing doves. 



Yes, what we love is ours, and in the same degree 

 as we love we own. .Ml that is worth while in the 

 world we ina\- own. if we will. — The Xontilus. 



