JUNE 105 



is perhaps too much neglected in the 

 ordering of coloured plots ; yet in all the 

 best art of old times, in stained glass or 

 eastern embroideries, it is the white parts 

 that give brilliance to the whole. In the 

 garden, yellow is the trouble, calceolarias 

 I will not have ; I seek vainly some low- 

 growing yellow, the same tone as the little 

 double yellow rose that is teasing me by 

 blooming high up out of reach by the 

 garden gate. It should have the same 

 effect, only in yellow, as the pink silene. 



A short time since this Silene was used at 

 Cliveden in a way that once seen, cannot 

 be forgotten. An immense circle of pink, 

 lay like a magic ring upon the grass. 

 There is a set of jewel-shaped beds on a 

 grand scale, leading up to it on either side. 

 Between the ring and the lofty terrace, 

 and the house, there simply lies unrolled, 

 about a quarter of a mile of green velvet. 

 Beyond the pink ring, dip down in sweetly 

 wooded lines, steep cliffs and banks, to 

 level meads, and windings of the silver 

 Thames. 



