Glasnevin shallower, but also the deeper and remoter spaces of sea come 
into sight, with all their accompaniments of sails and white- 
tipped waves, the sharply-accentuated line of the Wicklow 
mountains filling up the background. Whatever part of 
these gardens you may elect, therefore, to wander in— 
whether to stroll between walls of cut Yew, to discuss 
horticulture beside its flower borders, to peer down into some 
small deep-lying pool, to explore its wall and rock gardens, or 
to penetrate to where Rose plots and lines of Rose Pergolas 
tempt the eye—always the sense of those long rifts and wedges of 
dark indigo-blue sea will remain upon your mind, and will 
create, I think, for the entire scene its pre-eminently personal and 
dominating note. 
Of other gardens which lend an aspect of beauty here 
and there to this neighbourhood, the one that, officially 
speaking, calls most for remark is, of course, the Botanic 
Garden at Glasnevin. As regards situation, especially as regards 
sea views, there are many gardens in the circumference which 
exceed it. As a home for rare plants, and as a place where horti- 
cultural experiments have been carried to a successful issue, it 
towers above them all, second only in these respects to that parent 
of all our British gardens, Kew. Of late, too—so I am given 
to understand—the fruit and flower industries, fostered under the 
wing of the Irish Agricultural Department, have been vigorously 
helped forward by its Curator, Mr Moore, both in the way of 
initiating industries of the kind at a distance, and of demonstra- 
tion carried on in the Gardens themselves. These utilitarian 
considerations are not, however, the ones which are likely to be 
foremost in the mind of our peripatetic enthusiast! For him it 
suffices that in few spots in these islands are the objects of his 
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