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There is a sense of intimate and restful s 
lows close on joy. One pace more brings us to the sundial 
on a terra-cotta pier of excellent design, guarded at the 
path-sides by prim, sentry-like box bushes. And now a flight 
of steps, flanked by massive balustrades wreathed in riotous 
tangled Bittersweet, leads up to a narrow terrace, above 
which a bubbling spring of water wells up and falls away 
into a rustic basin. The water for this spring is piped from 
a meadow more than a quarter of a mile distant and forced 
thither’ by airam. The stream 
that rushes from this hilltop 
source supplies the fountains 
and pools all down the hillside, 
running from _ level to level 
by underground pipes, disap- 
pearing by a waste channel from 
one place only to be used afresh 
in another lower down, until it 
finally falls into the pond at the 
bottom. ‘This plan of using water 
over and over again for a succes- 
sion of pools and fountains at dif- 
ferent levels in a garden is well 
worth a far wider practice than it 
has so far attained. The water 
arrangement, however, is only one 
of many instances in which Comp- 
ton can suggest features that can 
be adapted and successfully carried 
out on places either large or small. 
The Japanese garden, the. rock 
work, the Rose arbors, the Iris 
plantation, the formal garden, 
and a dozen things besides are 
replete with suggestions for gar- 
den makers. People are much like 
sheep; let one lead and the rest 
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eclusion about every nook and corner of this delectable garden commending its example 
The sundial, looking toward the terrace 
May, 1912 
will follow. ‘This is just as true in garden planning as 
in any other respect. The study, therefore, of a garden 
like Compton, where the way has been plainly blazed, ought 
to be enough to stir up a proper spirit of emulation. 
To the right of the arboretum, as we go up the hill, is 
the Japanese garden, a spot of delightfully subtle allure- 
ment. ‘The Japanese trees and shrubs in their own proper 
setting exhale a potent fascination, and then to linger by 
the rock-faced pools and watch 
the goldfish dart to and fro in their 
disport, to cross tiny bridges and 
climb miniature mountains, to come 
unexpectedly upon old stone 
lanterns or perchance an image 
from some ancient temple in far- 
away Nippon—all these things 
cause a thrill of unalloyed pleasure 
quite unlike any other sensation to 
which we Occidentals are accus- 
tomed. Concerning the origin of 
these Lilliputian hills and valleys, 
there is a tale that admirably ex- 
emplifies the principle of making 
the best of whatever is at hand and 
the Japanese persistence in turning 
everything to account. In the 
course of grading and tree-plant- 
ing on various parts of the hill- 
side, many loads of earth had been 
dumped at this spot. A Japanese 
workman desired permission to 
use these ugly hillocks as he saw 
fit, and under his patient skill and 
magic touch was evolved this mini- 
kin landscape. Such an object les- 
son in converting unsightliness into 
