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discordant colours, but, while it separates them, it so 

 heightens the tone of each that, instead of drawing them 

 into agreement, it further opposes them to each other, 

 and instead of a charming whole, we see three sharply 

 contrasting units. 



The too free use of white in the garden, especially 

 the hard white worn by Moonpenny Daisies, Iberis, and 

 Canterbury Bells, will ever result in spottiness and un- 

 rest. I feel that the gardener should get his effects by 

 gentle measures ; his groups may, if desired, be strong in 

 colour, but at the same time, deep and rich, not high and 

 sharp. And this result can be obtained only by the use 

 of strong colours closely related to one another. 



A few years ago I saw at the wonderful gardens of 

 St. Pagans Castle in Wales a border which will illus- 

 trate this point. It was about seventy yards long and 

 eight feet wide and was backed by a high wall curtained 

 with creamy Wichuraiana Roses. Against this soften- 

 ing background, in bold groups, were garnet and salmon- 

 coloured Hollyhocks, with alternating groups of dull 

 blue Monkshood lying like shadows between. In front 

 were great colonies of flaming Tritomas, Tiger Lilies, 

 gray-blue Delphiniums, blazing Montbretia, and tall 

 salmon-pink Snapdragons. Along the front, rioting 

 above the trim Box edging, were Orange King Snap- 

 dragons, buff Calendula, and scarlet and sky-blue 

 Anagallis. Daring indeed, but inspired, was he who 

 brought those colours together. Arresting in its bril- 



