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of close-shaven greensward, set in one spot 

 with tall, old-fashioned Geraniums, Fuchsias, 

 Plumbago, and what not, sunk in the turf in 

 their pots, with space enough left between to 

 walk among them. Flights of steps in the 

 centre of a high brick wall supporting a 

 terrace walk below the lawn, the old fig trees 

 along it half-smothered in a tangle of climbing 

 Roses, Honeysuckles, and every sort of creeper, 

 lead down to the velvet croquet and tennis 

 grounds. And crossing them, we come to a 

 broad walk between borders filled in well- 

 ordered but not formal array with bedding 

 plants Verbena, Viola, Celosia, Pentstemon, 

 and a dozen others, the long lines at the back 

 broken at intervals with standards of Hydrangea 

 paniculata rising out of a cloud of Nicotiana 

 Sander* ; and so, past the iron gates of the 

 great walled kitchen garden, to the Wild and 

 Water gardens at the bottom of the little 

 valley. 



This is the very heart of the Garden of De- 

 light a triumph of knowledge, taste, and the 

 finest art. On the right of the wide straight 



