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a more natural grace, wearying the eye instead of 

 refreshing it. Some may Hke to see the hair pulled 

 back from a winsome face, or twisted in fantastic 

 forms : give me ripples of light in the wavelike braid, 

 and reliefs of shade in the glossy clustering curls. 



True art hides itself, and every man in laying out 

 a garden should remember the precept, Ars est celare 

 artem. He should, moreover, cause to be painted on 

 his case of mathematical instruments, and printed 

 largely on the cover of his sketch-book, those two 

 lines, written by a true gardener and poet (must not 

 every true gardener be a poet, though it may be of 

 songs without words ?) — 



* He wins all points, who pleasingly confounds, 

 Surprises, varies, and conceals the bounds.'^ 



But what, it may be asked, has all this to do with 

 the Rosary ? And I answer. Everything ; because 

 nowhere is the formal, monotonous, artificial system 

 of arrangement more conspicuously rampant. It 

 almost seems, in some cases, as though the owners 

 had copied the methodical Frenchman, who, having 

 received an assortment of Rose-trees of various 

 heights from the nursery— standards, half-standards, 

 and dwarfs — planted them all at the same distance 



^ I recommend to those of my readers who are interested in this 

 subject, * The English Flower-Garden : its Style, Position, and 

 Arrangement.' By W. Robinson, and others. London; J. Murray. 



