ENTRANCES 



THE thought of garden entrances brings with it the 

 recollection of a very amusing coloured print of 

 Rowlandson's, called " The Miseries of the 

 Country." A family of three most unmistakable Londoners 

 have become possessed of a small country place, in which 

 they are endeavouring to spend the boisterous early spring 

 months of the year and to withstand the many disagree- 

 ables of our English climate. As a last resource they take 

 up gardening to while away time. An elderly, stout lady, in 

 short skirts, and with a cap that fits closely to her head, is 

 seen dragging an old-fashioned heavy stone roller along 

 paths which are already smooth. Her daughter is sawing 

 wood, although in the explanatory notes it is stated that 

 there are already logs enough, and, judging by the way 

 she handles her tools, it would appear as if her own limbs 

 were in greater danger of being hurt than the logs of wood. 

 The father of the family is violently working dumb-bells, 

 and in his attempts to get sufficient " irrational " exercise 

 he has split his waistcoat all the way up the back. 



The charm of the little picture lies in the pretty formal 

 hedged-in forecourt, with four small grass-plots divided by 



