XV. 







MR. TUDOR'S GARDEN AT NAHANT. 



August^ 1847. 



A FEW miles east of Boston, boldly jutting into the Atlantic, 

 lies the celebrated promontory of NAHANT. Nature has made 

 it remarkable for the grandeur and bleakness of its position. It is 

 a headland of a hundred acres, more or less, sprinkled with a light 

 turf, and girded about with bold cliffs of rock, against which the 

 sea dashes with infinite grandeur and majesty. No tree anciently 

 deigned to raise its head against the rude breezes that blow here in 

 winter, as if tempest-driven by Boreas himself; and that, even in 

 summer, make of Nahant, with its many cottages and hotels, a re- 

 frigerator, for the preservation of the dissolving souls and bodies of 

 the exhausted population of Boston, in the months of July and 

 August. 



At the present moment, the interesting feature at Nahant, after 

 the Ocean itself, is, strange to say, one of the most remarkable 

 gardens in existence. We mean the grounds of the private resi- 

 dence of Frederic Tudor, Esq., a gentleman well known in the four 

 quarters of the world, as the originator of the present successful 

 mode of shipping ice to the most distant tropical countries ; and, 

 we may here add, for the remarkable manner in which he has again 

 triumphed over nature, by transforming some acres of her bleakest 

 and most sterile soil into a spot of luxuriant verdure, fruitfulness, 

 and beauty. 



To appreciate the difficulties with which this gentleman had to 

 contend, or, as we might more properly say, which stimulated all 



