CHAPTER XV 



AAj the great gardens of the world have countless loitering 

 places some indeed fairly palatial in themselves, 

 though only garden incidents and all little gardens 

 may usually, and certainly should if possible, have at least one. 

 I know of no better and surer emancipation from the artificial 

 than that which comes from much lingering in a garden. 



But it is out of doors and away from doors, out in the garden 

 that we must go, if we would company with the sweet garden 

 spirits. They that dwell unseen among blossoms and leaf and 

 branch and ride swift and far on the free winds, are not to be 

 enticed onto porches nor yet even up to a terrace. Only quite 

 away from the rigid walls of man's daily habitation will They of 

 gardens linger away, and truly in the garden. 



How many, many gardens are wasted! How many gardens are 

 planned and planted and carefully tended but never lived in 

 by anyone. Indeed the commoner practice with gardens ranks 

 with the old fashion of "using" the best room. Carefully shut 

 up and darkened, with all its treasures in immaculate order, it 

 may have been a source of complacent satisfaction; but surely 

 it was never anything else. 



A garden house, whatever name we call it some call it a 

 gazebo, some a casino, still others a belvedere, a loggia, a bower, 



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