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GARDENS OLD AND NEW. 



and carrying the spirit of 

 the house into the green 

 pk-asaunce without ? Here is 

 nii-tn, e-quer.ess truly em- 

 o idied. And from those 

 windows ranged along the 

 length what a realm of 

 beauty do we n >t survey ? 

 Look at that wondrous 

 double hedge of yew, but- 

 tressed and strengthened, 

 as it were, in its curious and 

 unfamiliar shape to flank 

 and enclose the way. We 

 do not know another hedge 

 exactly like this, for, if the 

 expression may be pardoned, 

 the hedge is architectural too, 

 and possesses the same 

 spirit that we find in the 

 House itself. 



And this yew walk is 

 flanked by sweet and 

 fragrant gardens, wherein are 

 abundant floral treasures. 

 'Ijii/iis amor flonun such is 

 the love of flowers indeed. 

 Hence is nothing banished 

 but what would be garish 

 or would obtrude. Simple 



blooms are these that neighbour the standard laurels garnished 

 with ivy. It is a character the pictures disclose, but that the 

 pen can scarcely convey. 



Yet it is evident that the hand of knowledge has guided 

 the formation of these pleasure grounds, and it would seem 

 that there has been an admirable system the good old system 

 described by T. James in "The Carthusian' "of terraces 

 and angled walks, and dipt yew hedges, against whose dark 

 and rich verdure the bright, old-fashioned flowers glitter in the 

 sun." There has certainly been a surpassing love of flowers, 

 and hence does the garden prosper. "You have heard it 







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THE SIMPLE GAk'DEN. 



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said," wrote Ruskin, in " Sesame and Lilies," " (and 1 believe 

 there is more than fancy even in the saying, but let it pass 

 for a fanciful one), that flowers only flourish rightly in the 

 garden of someone who loves them. 1 know you would like 

 that to be true ; you would think it a pleasant ma,.;ic if you 

 could flush your flowers into brighter bloom by a kind look 

 upon them ; nay, more, if your look had the power, not only 

 to cluer, but to guard if you could bid the black blight turn 

 away, an 1 the knotted caterpillar spare if you could bid 

 the dew fall upon them in the drought, and say to the south 

 wind in frost, ' Come, thou south, and breathe upon my 



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BISHOP'S GATE. 



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