SOMETIME 



beheld the view; so my enthusiasm was halting. But 

 some day I presume we shall run to the "gazebo" at 

 the first indication of a sunset and on moonlight even 

 ings find its lofty eminence a cool retreat. 



In the old parks surrounding Italian villas, whether 

 the grounds are laid out in the formal or what is known 

 as the natural fashion, the walks whether winding or 

 straight always lead to some definite object either a 

 view, a hilltop fountain, a pavilion for tea, an open 

 space where seats are placed, or a carefully arranged 

 shrine. After securing our long straight paths my de 

 sire was and is for some beauty spot in the deep woods 

 as a fitting finish. I have even gone so far as to select 

 an almost perfect circular opening standing cleared 

 ready for my design. Not too formal must it be, nor 

 too rustic; in the center a table instead of a fountain, 

 low and broad, say five feet across, made of cement in 

 a good woodsy tone, with four long curving benches of 

 cement outlining the circle. Before many years, time 

 and the weather would remove the crude new look, 

 and they would become a part of the forest. The fall- 



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