114 GARDENS OF THE PLAINS— DELHI 



charm, till the whole garden seems full of that 

 mysterious beauty, that comes of the sense of 

 calm continuance, " That one day should be like 

 another, one life the echo of another life," which 

 is the result of quietude, part of that rhythm 

 of harmonious change through birth to death 

 and death to birth again, that special Eastern 

 consciousness of universal life. 



One more old garden outside Delhi — a garden, 

 even in its ruins, full of romantic charm — 

 shows by its skilful choice of site, its plan 

 so closely in harmony with the genius of the 

 place, that Babar's great secret of success 

 in garden -craft had not been forgotten when 

 Talkatora Bagh was built. It lies on the lower 

 slopes of the Ridge to the south of modern Delhi. 

 Its walls and corner towers and three big gate- 

 ways give it from outside an air of being stiU 

 under cultivation, but within, it is only just 

 possible to discover, through the scrub and thorn 

 bushes that overrun the whole enclosure, 

 the low terraces into which the garden was 

 divided. The cosmic cross of the watercourses 

 can be faintly traced with the ruins of a large 

 baradari standing in the centre. The hummum 

 (baths) are built after the usual fashion, into 



