EPOCHS OF THE FORMAL GARDEN 



just "plenty of flowers" was all I demanded. The loca- 

 tion was faultless, facing due south and shielded on 

 the north by the kitchen-house and on the west by the 

 woods. A glance at the plan will explain its design. 

 Surrounded by a bowlder wall three and a half feet 

 high with four entrances, the paths paved with brick, 

 as it lay empty beneath my chamber window, it offered 

 material for many an experiment and many a pleasant 

 dream. 



After we had decided upon the dimensions, we 

 searched for a fountain the right size to put in the cen- 

 ter. Wandering through the hill towns of Italy, many 

 a fountain did we photograph and many elaborate ones 

 did we see, but when at last we found one to please 

 us, it was in an unexpected place. Instead of being 

 tucked away in an inaccessible corner of the country, 

 it stood in the busiest piazza in Rome; and we had 

 looked at it for many years without ever really seeing it 

 until, with this conception in our minds, we came upon 

 it. Where the Corso passes before the towering col- 

 umn of Marcus Aurelius (perhaps this may explain 



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