174 Landscape Gardening 



schaum - that you cannot but laugh outright at the first 

 sight of them. Whether Daphne was truly metamorphosed 

 into the sweet (lower that bears her name, as Ovid says, we 

 know not; but no one can look at the blossom of the Dutch- 

 man's pipe vine, without being convinced that nature has 

 punished some inveterately lazy Dutch smoker by turning 

 him into a vine, which loves nothing so well as to bask in 

 the warm sunshine, with its hundred pipes, dangling on all 

 sides. 



And now, having glanced at the best of the climbers and 

 twiners, properly so called (all of which need a little train- 

 ing and supporting), let us take a peep at those climbing 

 shrubs that seize hold of a wall, building, or fence, of them- 

 selves, by throwing out their little rootlets into the stone or 

 brick wall as they grow up, so that it is as hard to break up 

 any attachments of theirs, when they get fairly established, 

 as it was to part Hector and Andromache. The principal 

 of these are the true Ivy of Europe, the Virginia Creeper or 

 American Ivy, and the Trumpet Creepers (Bignonias or 

 Tecomas) . 



These are all fine, picturesque vines, not to be surpassed 

 for certain effects by anything else that will grow out of 

 doors in our climate. You must remember, however, that, 

 as they are wedded for life to whatever they cling to, they 

 must not be planted by the sides of wooden cottages, which 

 are to be kept in order by a fresh coat of paint now and 

 then. Other climbers may be taken down, and afterwards 

 tied back to their places; but constant, indissoluble inti- 

 macies like these must be let alone. You will therefore 

 always take care to plant them where thy can fix themselves 

 permanently on a wall of some kind, or else upon some 

 rough wooden building, where they will not be likely to be 

 disturbed. 



Certainly the finest of all this class of climbers is the 

 European Ivy. Such rich masses of glossy, deep green 

 foliage, such fine contrasts of light and shade, and such a 

 wealth of associations, is possessed by no other plant; the 

 Ivy, to which the ghost of all the storied past alone tells 



