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and finds in the shady walks and drives of the 

 Casein e that relief from the noise and dust of 

 the town which a park constructed according to 

 the ideas of our day can bring even within the 

 bounds of a city. 



A hundred years since, the Giardino Jiusti 

 captivated Lady Mary Montague, and any 

 traveller to Verona who will now take the 

 pains to climb its steep paths will find the 

 same charm in the aged cypresses, ihe oddly 

 clipped ilexes and boxes, the stiff terraces and 

 narrow and now overgrown beds. 



They are the same old cypresses, shading 

 the same old broken-nosed Roman busts and 

 statues that Lady Mary saw ; but now more 

 mouldy and weedy and ancient with an added 

 century of neglect. Yet an old-time flavor of 

 art and of gentility asserts itself, and from 

 under their sombre shadows the splendid pano- 

 rama of the Alps, the valleys of the Adige and 

 the Mincio, the bloody Quadrilateral with its 

 towns of Verona, Peschiera, and Mantua, lay 

 spread out before the eye, too beautiful for de- 

 scription. In such a scene this Italian garden 



