OUR MOUNTAIN GARDEN 



incongruous, but a positive impertinence to 

 nature. But as I sat upon the cottage 

 piazza of an evening watching the moun- 

 tains turn from velvet green to every 

 imaginable shade of purple, lilac, blue, and 

 pink in the infinite gradations of the set- 

 ting sunlight, there was always present one 

 inharmonious note, like an ill-tuned string 

 in an orchestra, which thrust itself aggres- 

 sively on my notice after the manner of 

 unresolved dissonances. 



The entrance drive of the place is an 

 avenue, long and broad, which stretches 

 from the gate to the cottage at a level a 

 few feet above that of the front door. 

 After passing the house it descends a little, 

 and terminates in a large circular turning 

 place, and the portion between the house 

 and the circle is supported upon a long re- 

 taining wall built of rough stones and fin- 

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