Gardens where the paths cross, and gigantic clumps of Delphinium, 

 by the Sea Spirgeas, Campanulas, and old Scotch Roses, riot in the roomy 

 borders. Turning down one of the side paths, one finds no 

 formal limit to this walled garden, but a grassy slope with 

 big trees descends to a level lawn below. On the left, the 

 ground rises again, gay with flower-beds, till the boundary 

 wall is reached, and on the right the lawn leads to a deep glen 

 where a burn gurgles its way downwards between steep 

 banks clothed with ferns and every imaginable treasure that 

 will grow in such a position. It is difficult, in sight of so 

 many natural advantages, to repress envious desires for the 

 same chances ! 



Gardens near the sea have another and quite different 

 charm. Some, as at Wemyss Castle, have, as well as the 

 walled garden which lies inland in a more sheltered position, 

 a flower garden lying close to the shore, where clumps of 

 Hydrangea paniculata and Hyacmthus candlcans of Tritomas, 

 Fuchsias, and Michaelmas Daisies, or more brilliant groups of 

 Tritomas and Gladiolas, look magnificent on a woody slope, 

 flashing through the dark tree stems against a grey sea. 



The autumnal aspect of Scotch gardens is much richer 

 than in the South, but it must be remembered that 

 they stand a greater risk than we do of early frosts, and 

 that many a plant may be suddenly blackened in a night. 

 Returning to England at the beginning of October, our own 

 garden seemed to me in comparison a wilderness. August and 

 September had been both hot and dry, and everything was 

 scorched and exhausted. Remaining in my mind were 

 pictures of the blaze of colour at Drummond Castle bed after 

 bed filled with Begonias, Marigolds, Lobelias, Pentstemons, and 



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