GARDENS OF CELEBRITIES 
There seems to have been but little change in the methods of 
horticulture, or in the character of the gardens themselves, under 
the Stuarts, until we arrive at the reign of Charles II. During 
the Commonwealth little gardening was done, and the garden of 
Evelyn’s family mansion at Wotton was one of the few laid out 
during the years of Cromwell’s rule. Still, the taste for horticul- 
ture was not altogether dormant, since even one of Cromwell’s most 
capable captains could indulge in it. General Lambert, second 
only to Monk in distinction, who in 1656 was Lord of the Manor 
of Wimbledon, when estranged for a time from Oliver, withdrew 
from public life, and devoted himself to the care of his garden, of 
which he was very fond. He was so successful in the cultivation 
of tulips and gillyflowers, that in a satirical pack of cards published 
during the Commonwealth, the eight of hearts bears a small full- 
length portrait of him, carrying in his right hand a tulip, beneath 
which is the legend, ‘‘ Lambert—Kt. of ye Golden Tulip.” 
But by this time foreign influences were beginning to work, 
modifying the national character of the English garden as it had 
been under the Tudors. These influences, though not without 
trace of Dutch formality, were probably chiefly Italian and 
French. Later on the Dutch fashions, under William III. and 
Mary, were dominant. But, on the whole, during the reigns of 
James I. and Charles I. there were but few changes in the manner 
of laying out gardens. This was to be expected; the same 
gardeners or their sons were living. 
‘‘ Paradise Lost” gives us a hint of the style of garden most 
approved of in Milton’s time; elsewhere the blind poet of the 
Commonwealth speaks of those who “‘ in trim gardens take their 
pleasure,” but in his great epic he describes that wondrous 
garden wherein grew 
“Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.”’ 
Horace Walpole thinks he had some recollection of the famous 
pleasure grounds of Nonsuch, and of Theobalds, Lord Burleigh’s 
garden, when he wrote : 
“* The crisped brooks 
Ran nectar! visiting each plant, and fed 
Flowers worthy of Paradise ; which not nice art 
In beds and curious knots, but nature boon 
Poured forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain.” 
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