A GARDEN IN VENICE 



gardens. Year after year the same theft was 

 made until we were obliged to stop, not for 

 kitchen needs, or less love of roses, or from lack 

 of other varieties to add to those we have, but 

 that we thought, and think, the mixture of the 

 useful with the beautiful gives the latter greater 

 value. 



For this same reason of utility lawns were made 

 of several other former cabbage plots to serve as 

 places where in summer heats we sit. 



On one such lawn two huge mulberry trees 

 grow, said to have four hundred years of age, 

 with at one corner a large bay. These bays are 

 very picturesque. They were not above a few 

 feet in height when we bought the garden, being 

 cut each year and their branches sold, either as 

 evergreens at Christmas or for use in laundries. 

 We have saved them from further robbery, and 

 many of them are now really fine features among 

 the trees. The trunks, possibly from having been 

 cut in old times, grow as the hazels and ashes and 

 birches in English copses that are cut for faggots 

 every fourteen or fifteen years, and have a dozen 



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