GARDEN GATES 



and pilasters, its clipped trees rising above the copings 

 in balls and obelisks, its amazing yew hedges fifty and 

 sixty feet high, one behind another, arch behind arch, 

 the arches topped by balls and points, with pediments 

 over some. 



Somewhat different is the wall and entrance at Mon- 

 tecute, in Somersetshire, stone being employed here 

 as a solid foundation upon which is superimposed a 

 very exquisite balustrade of marble. The gates are of 

 heavy iron bars, very tall and severe, between huge 

 stone posts topped by hollow circles. The vines, 

 twining in and out of the columns, wreathe themselves 

 in adorable festoons, and form a marvelous harmony 

 of color with the ancient gray stone. 



Brockenhurst, among many fine features, has a 

 notable entrance. Behind a wrought-irori gate hung 

 on brick pillars of noble shape, topped by marble urns, 

 a wide path between clipped yews leads straight to 

 a second gate whose sturdy pillars as well as the large 

 balls that crown them, are completely covered by ivy. 

 Four steps mount to this second entrance, and some 

 ten feet beyond it a tall smooth hedge blocks further 

 view. Against the somber darkness of this hedge, in a 

 slight niche, is set a bust upon a slender column. 

 Nothing more dignified nor more charming than this 

 double entrance, with its hint of mystery, its color har- 

 mony of white and green and old brick, its straight 

 lines and sense of space, can be thought of; it com- 



