GARDEN ROSES 169 



Evelyn and Cowley, Temple, Pope, Addison, and 

 Scott. Writing two of these names, I am reminded 

 of words particularly pertinent to the incident 

 which led me to quote them, and which will be 

 welcome, I do not doubt, even to those gardeners 

 who know them best. 



'If great delights,' writes Cowley, 'be joined 

 with so much innocence, I think it is ill done of 

 men not to take them here, where they are so 

 tame and ready at hand, rather than to hunt for 

 them in courts and cities, where they are so wild, 

 and the chase so troublesome and dangerous. We 

 are here among the vast and noble scenes of nature, 

 we are there among the pitiful shifts of policy ; we 

 work here in the light and open ways of the divine 

 bounty, we grope there in the dark and confused 

 labyrinths of human malice ; our senses here are 

 feasted with the clear and genuine taste of their 

 objects, which are all sophisticated there, and for 

 the most part overwhelmed with their contraries. 

 Here is harmless and cheap plenty ; their guilty 

 and expensive luxury.' 



And Sir William Temple, after a long experience 

 of all the gratifications which honour and wealth 

 could bring, writes thus from his fair home and 

 beautiful garden at Moor Park : ' The sweetness 

 of air, the pleasantness of smells, the verdure of 



