A GARDEN OF DELIGHT 187 



intense rose of a double Peach. And as climax, 

 the great trees of Prunus Pissardii were huge 

 spheres of delicate pink blossom, their falling 

 petals powdering the straight walk by the Lily 

 ponds with drifts of faintly blush snow. 



The whole of this garden is the most perfect 

 artistic blending of wild and tame I have ever 

 found. It demonstrates what may be accom- 

 plished by faultless taste, great knowledge, 

 and, above all, a real and deep love of beauty. 

 Of course, one knows that such triumphs are 

 not within the means of ninety-nine in a hun- 

 dred. But all sense of the great cost, which is 

 often far too painfully and obtrusively present 

 in big gardens, vanishes before the artistic 

 apprehension of the fitness of things, the 

 beautiful sense of nature, which reign in this 

 entrancing spot. And at every turn one 

 becomes aware that its gifted owner and 

 his accomplished head-gardener regard each 

 flower, each plant, with as reverent an affec- 

 tion, as deep an interest, as that which the 

 poorest cottager bestows on his one Geranium. 



