Some turf forms the pavement of the long green aisles. The ground 
Scotch line of the towers is marked out with care in great beds of 
Gardens Roses red and white: the Lady Chapel is formed entirely of 
carnations, and so on with the other architectural points. A 
range of purple hills in the background completes the picture, 
the effect of which, as a whole, is singularly rich and unlike 
other gardens that one knows in Scotland orin England. Such 
a flower garden could scarcely be imagined anywhere else than 
as belonging to some fine Highland place. The space needed 
to carry out with success so grand a scheme would have to be 
indeed immense ! 
This is all that remains to the writer, after the long 
lapse of years, in remembrance of many a fine old Scottish 
place. 
Of some more modern gardens in the North that I have 
more recently seen, it is sad to feel how the chief surviving im- 
pression of them to be now recalled—and this but a faint impres- 
sion—is that they were all full of yellow Calceolaria and Begonia 
and scarlet Geranium, and of all that wealth can afford in 
troops of gardeners, and interminable glass for the upbringing 
of a depressing class of bedders, carefully nurtured in order to 
make a good show for late summer use—not for Pleasure, as is 
perhaps vainly imagined. 
The garden belonging to an old Scotch house commonly 
is, or used to be, a square of an acre or so enclosed within high 
stone walls, at an inconvenient distance from the house or 
“castle,” and I think almost always it will be found to be on 
ground sloping to the South. A garden such as this I have 
known for years. That garden can never be forgot, for some 
of my happiest hours have been spent there. A thick grove of 
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