﻿November, 
  1907 
  

  

  AMERICAN 
  HOMES 
  AND 
  GARDENS 
  

  

  419 
  

  

  A 
  North 
  Shore 
  Garden 
  at 
  Manchester-by-the-Sea 
  

  

  By 
  Mary 
  H. 
  Northend 
  

  

  b 
  HEN 
  Manchester-by-the- 
  

   Sea 
  was 
  young 
  and 
  un- 
  

   known 
  to 
  the 
  summer 
  

   guest, 
  Richard 
  H. 
  Dana, 
  

   the 
  poet 
  and 
  essayest, 
  

   while 
  driving 
  along 
  the 
  

   main 
  road 
  between 
  Man- 
  

   chester 
  and 
  Magnolia, 
  heard 
  the 
  sound 
  of 
  

   the 
  sea 
  upon 
  the 
  beach. 
  Upon 
  investiga- 
  

   tion 
  he 
  found 
  that 
  the 
  forest 
  land 
  at 
  his 
  

   right 
  presented 
  an 
  ideal 
  location 
  for 
  a 
  sum- 
  

   mer 
  home; 
  and 
  so 
  impressed 
  was 
  he 
  with 
  

   the 
  natural 
  beauty 
  of 
  the 
  spot 
  that 
  he 
  

   bought 
  a 
  tract 
  of 
  thirty 
  acres, 
  and 
  became 
  

   the 
  first 
  summer 
  resident 
  of 
  Manchester, 
  

   advance 
  guard 
  of 
  the 
  summer 
  contingent 
  

   that 
  now 
  holds 
  the 
  North 
  Shore 
  from 
  

   Beverly 
  Farms 
  to 
  Gloucester. 
  

  

  Mr. 
  Dana 
  settled 
  here 
  in 
  -1845. 
  For 
  

   years 
  he 
  enjoyed 
  it, 
  with 
  the 
  friends 
  who 
  

   always 
  surrounded 
  him. 
  Among 
  these 
  was 
  

   Charles 
  Sumner, 
  who 
  never 
  tired 
  of 
  prais- 
  

   ing 
  the 
  romantic 
  beauty 
  of 
  the 
  scenery, 
  

   lauding 
  it 
  above 
  the 
  far-famed 
  Biarritz, 
  the 
  

   summer 
  resort 
  of 
  Napoleon 
  III. 
  This 
  is 
  

   now 
  the 
  summer 
  home 
  of 
  Mr. 
  Gardiner 
  

   M. 
  Lane, 
  president 
  of 
  the 
  Museum 
  of 
  

   Fine 
  Arts 
  in 
  Boston, 
  and 
  son 
  of 
  the 
  late 
  Professor 
  Lane, 
  of 
  

   Harvard 
  College. 
  It 
  has 
  been 
  changed 
  materially, 
  and 
  

  

  The 
  Garden 
  Path 
  from 
  the 
  Pergola 
  to 
  the 
  Entrance 
  

  

  Inside 
  the 
  Pergola 
  

  

  every 
  change 
  has 
  been 
  for 
  the 
  better. 
  Not 
  many 
  years 
  ago 
  

   this 
  part 
  of 
  the 
  original 
  estate 
  was 
  thrown 
  upon 
  the 
  market, 
  

   and 
  it 
  chanced 
  to 
  be 
  at 
  a 
  time 
  when 
  Mr. 
  

   Lane, 
  while 
  seeking 
  a 
  suitable 
  place 
  in 
  

   which 
  to 
  establish 
  a 
  summer 
  home, 
  was 
  at- 
  

   tracted 
  by 
  the 
  beauty 
  of 
  the 
  North 
  Shore, 
  

   with 
  its 
  rugged 
  rocks 
  and 
  picturesque 
  head- 
  

   lands. 
  Influenced 
  by 
  the 
  beauty 
  of 
  the 
  

   location 
  at 
  Dana's 
  Beach, 
  as 
  well 
  as 
  by 
  its 
  

   historical 
  associations, 
  he 
  purchased 
  the 
  

   land, 
  and 
  built 
  upon 
  the 
  site 
  of 
  the 
  old 
  

   house 
  a 
  handsome 
  Colonial 
  mansion. 
  

  

  The 
  grounds 
  are 
  extensive, 
  and 
  the 
  

   winding 
  avenue 
  which 
  leads 
  from 
  the 
  main 
  

   road 
  gives 
  but 
  little 
  idea 
  of 
  the 
  beauty 
  hid- 
  

   den 
  from 
  the 
  public 
  gaze. 
  Slowly 
  upward 
  

   mounts 
  the 
  avenue, 
  climbing 
  the 
  hill 
  be- 
  

   tween 
  shadowy 
  trees, 
  whose 
  branches 
  leave 
  

   no 
  opening 
  for 
  the 
  passage 
  of 
  the 
  summer 
  

   sunlight. 
  Dotting 
  the 
  grass 
  land, 
  at 
  the 
  

   foot 
  of 
  trees, 
  by 
  the 
  side 
  of 
  the 
  roadway, 
  

   are 
  planted, 
  as 
  if 
  by 
  Nature, 
  rhododen- 
  

   drons 
  and 
  other 
  flowering 
  shrubs, 
  making 
  

   a 
  picturesque 
  foreground 
  to 
  the 
  background 
  

   of 
  trees. 
  

  

  At 
  the 
  summit 
  of 
  the 
  rising 
  land 
  stands 
  

   the 
  house, 
  overlooking 
  the 
  ocean, 
  black 
  in 
  

   storm, 
  blue 
  in 
  sunlight, 
  or 
  silvery 
  gray 
  in 
  

   twilight 
  mist. 
  Before 
  the 
  house 
  wide 
  

   lawns 
  stretch 
  to 
  the 
  very 
  edge 
  of 
  the 
  cliffs, 
  

   and 
  at 
  one 
  side 
  lie 
  the 
  gardens. 
  

  

  Just 
  beyond 
  the 
  porte 
  cochere 
  we 
  come 
  

   to 
  a 
  break 
  in 
  the 
  hedge 
  of 
  shrubbery 
  which 
  

   lines 
  this 
  part 
  of 
  the 
  avenue, 
  and 
  see 
  Eng- 
  

   lish 
  stepping-stones 
  cunningly 
  laid 
  in 
  the 
  

   grass. 
  These 
  enable 
  us 
  easily 
  to 
  reach 
  the 
  

  

  