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the moat, lay on our left, and, after passing a beautiful 

 avenue, at the end of which was a very French-looking 

 red brick chateau, we lost ourselves in the bewildering, 

 winding walks of the jar din Anglais. It is not without 

 a sensation of injured pride that the English landscape 

 lover realizes, when visiting foreign countries, that this 

 name is given to an especially uninteresting style of 

 garden planning. It is true that handsome trees and 

 shrubs usually grace the level piece of grassland, but 

 the vague, purposeless paths that intersect it scarcely 

 represent correctly an English garden. Let us console 

 ourselves by thinking that the peoples of other countries 

 are only aiming at depicting our well-arranged tree 

 groups and bright green grass, and that they have 

 no arriere-pensee of a monotonous stretch of pleasure- 

 ground when they show us their jardins Anglais / 



The approach, full of mystery and romance, to the lie 

 d'Amour lay through a densely planted wood of yews 

 and other trees, where two converging paths at last 

 met. Against this dark background of green stood the 

 white marble Venus de Medeci on her pedestal, and 

 from an opening, through which the tapis vert of the 

 island was seen, rays of sunlight danced towards her. 



In order to reach the tapis vert we crossed a small 

 wooden bridge which spans the water that surrounds the 

 island. Then it was that we had our first view of the 

 graceful treillage temple which terminates this long and 

 narrow garden. The grass carpet leading to the statue 

 of Apollo, standing beneath the temple, was about ten 

 feet wide, having a narrow four-feet-wide path upon 

 either side. Next to these paths were yew-hedges, 

 overhanging the river and forming thus a boundary to 

 the garden. At regular intervals in these hedges we 

 noticed stone pedestals, upon which were vases filled 

 with bright-coloured flowers, and from their height above 



