196 A GARDEN OF PLEASURE 



grand old Baron Prevost, are covered with 

 a second bloom, or rather their bloom has 

 never ceased all summer long. These trees 

 are over six feet in height, having been 

 originally worked on a stem as tree roses. I 

 have known them for upwards of twenty- 

 six years. But the name of the Celestial 

 sets me dreaming of the loveliness of many 

 a half-forgotten rose of our grandmothers* 

 gardens : and musing, appears before me 

 like a dream, an old Scotch garden as I 

 saw it on a July day a year ago and hope 

 again to see it summer by summer. 



It is just an old-fashioned Scotch kitchen 

 garden within a beechwood full of fine 

 potatoes and turnips and berries, and 

 flower borders. Two acres gently sloping 

 to the south, enclosed within lofty grey 

 granite walls which are almost hidden 

 behind ancient cherry, pear, and apple 

 trees. The granite walls enclose three 

 sides, and the fourth, the south side, is 

 picturesquely fenced, though the fencing 

 may be unpropitious enough for a kitchen 

 garden. A low stone wall with narrow 

 tall brick pillars rising above it at intervals 



