2 9 o FROM A MIDDLESEX GARDEN 



of the picture. The foliage of the larger trees hangs drearily 

 in the mist-like sheaths and patches on branches that grow, 

 day by day, more leafless and winter-like. Yet we cannot 

 but admire the splendid bits of colour that lie underfoot on 

 sodden paths, more especially to be found in the gigantic leaves 

 of the plane, and those of the glossy Lombardy poplar ; neither 

 must the litter of elm leaflets be overlooked. The mist 

 bestows a certain beauty upon many of the garden's fading 

 and faded occupants. A garden that I know, with its path 

 guarded by miniature Irish yews, had these same trees one 

 morn completely swathed as with gossamer ; the effect, if 

 ghostly, was pleasing, and would, had the morning been bright 

 and clear, have been lost. 



