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Prof. Jackson had also the "most delicate artistic 

 feeling and he loved beauty with so true an instinct 

 that one can imagine the very flowers and shrubs which 

 he affectionately tended returning his affection," — thus 

 testified an old friend at the time of his death. 



The garden is a simple affair, just trees, shrubs, and 

 flowers and grass, nothing rare or specially unusual, 

 only a gathering of congenial plant friends, who have 

 been looked after for nearly a century by people who 

 loved them. The sight of this garden might easily 

 recall, to those who have seen it, the one at New College, 

 Oxford, of which Nathaniel Hawthorne says it has 



"lawns of the richest green and softest velvet grass, 

 shadowed over by ancient trees which have lived a 

 quiet life here for centuries, and have been nursed and 

 tended with such care, and been so sheltered from 

 rude winds, that certainly they must have been the 

 happiest of all trees. Such a sweet, quiet, stately 

 seclusion — so age long as this has been and I hope 

 will continue to be — cannot exist anywhere else." 



Long may these lovely old gardens continue to exist 

 in their academic shades and cloistered homes. 



