tance, and half a dozen more were added to the last day's list. We 
have seen gardens of Opulence and gardens of Simplicity, and home 
gardens where the taste of the owner, super-added to plenty of manure, 
produced results equally alluring, and those again where Father Time 
had done his bit and giA'en what neither money nor taste alone can 
produce. 
Can we ever forget the cool, green beauty of the Willow Alley at 
Judge Moore's, the inner branches all cut away, and the outer ones 
trained down to the ground? 
The most conspicuous example of Formal Garden was, of course, 
Mrs. Crane's. Her green lawns and stone railings had an incompara- 
ble setting above salt marshes and sea-swept sand-dunes, and the 
majesty of five miles of Ocean front contrasts Nature's handiwork 
with the finished cultivation of Italian Gardens. 
It was surely an inspiration which transformed a natural amphi- 
theatre into a circular rose garden, in which climate, protection, shade 
and heavy feeding combined to produce a wealth of bloom seldom 
equalled. Such roses! Climbing roses on the encircling pergola. 
Roses trained to standard, looking at themselves in the fountains over 
their smaller sisters. Roses of every name and kind, including a green 
one, very ugly, happily rare, and all abloom in a riot of color and per- 
fection. This Paradise is presided over by a trained expert who 
comes three times a week, who has under her fifteen farmerettes. They 
are lodged with a matron, in a house of their own, with mo\dng pic- 
tures, sea bathing, and weekly shopping trips. 
The most striking effect of intensive Landscape Art and Garden- 
ing was Miss Da^dson's tiny Sicilian Villa at Gloucester Point. It 
is named "Latomia," the "Quarry," and is adroitly hung between 
the black water, filHng an old qn&iry, and the blue harbor beyond. 
This unique position is adorned with flowers in a color scheme of pale 
pastel shades, created solely by the fastidious taste of its artist 
owners. It was consoling to learn that no sordid garden struggles 
take place there. The realization is due to a convenient florist, from 
whom only that which is exactly right is brought to fulfill its mis- 
sion of beauty. Imagine the feeHngs of the owners and creators of 
this Eden to see every tiny path and stair, from the topmost loggia 
to the rocky ledges of the old quarry, swarmed with enthusiastic 
petticoats and adjectives. 
For pure creative effect, we must mention the evergreen planting 
of one hundred years ago, of Mr. Hollis Hunnewell, Sr., which in its 
miature perfection gives one an emotion. Also at Mr. Moseley's, 
the Laurel groves mounting the hillsides and the towering pines, in 
never-ending masses of pale bloom, these too were intentionally plant- 
ed many years ago. 
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