8o A YEAR IN A LANCASHIRE GARDEN. 



I have never mentioned. In the middle of the 

 little wood was once a pond, but I found the stag- 

 nant water and the soaking leaves, which fell and 

 rotted there, no advantage to the place ; I there- 

 fore drained away the water and planted beds 

 of Azaleas and Rhododendrons along the slopes, 

 with Primroses, Violets, and Blue Bells, and in the 

 middle of all I have lately placed a tuft of Pam- 

 pas-grass. On one slope I have managed a rockery 

 with a stone tank in the centre, where for three 

 summers past has flowered an Aponogeton dis- 

 tachyon. I have means of turning on fresh water 

 into the tank, and I am well repaid for any 

 trouble, as the little white boat-blossoms, laden 

 with delicious spicy scent, rise up to the surface of 

 their tiny lake. The rockery is, however, too much 

 under the shade and drip of trees, and I cannot 

 hope that delicate alpine flowers should grow there. 

 Sedums and Saxifragas, Aquilegias, Aubrietias, 

 the white Arabis, and the yellow Moneywort, be- 

 sides Ferns of various kinds, all do well. In 

 another part of the wood is a loggery, which I 

 have entirely covered with the large white Bind- 

 weed, which rambles about at its own will, and 

 opens its blossoms, sometimes a dozen at a time, 

 all through the summer months. Past that, there 



