FULHAM PALACE 



storms of rain, and the red, white, and pink petals were everywhere 

 scattered on the sodden ground. Outdoor work was entirely 

 stopped, and when by the middle of August it was possible to 

 resume it, the glory of that garden had departed! That sweet 

 oasis amid the kitchen-garden's produce so fresh and so brilliant 

 in the early summer ere the harvest-moon had risen, resembled 

 the face of a beauty all passee and forlorn. 



Yet the flowers at Fulham are always choice and glorious, and 

 one cannot take leave of the Bishop of London's garden without 

 offering a tribute of sincere admiration to the presiding spirit 

 among the gardeners, who, short-handed owing to the war, had 

 yet contrived to preserve so much of their ancient beauty, by skill, 

 personal care, and indefatigable zeal. 



Of Fulham Bishop Blomfield said and he knew the place, 

 for nearly thirty years that it is "a home dearly loved, so close 

 upon the restless world, yet itself a haunt of ancient peace." And 

 with this I leave it. 



