were unknown here — only the succeeding seasons passed down 
that sheltered way spreading their gifts with lavish hand — and 
that, I take it, is one of the very fine arts of gardening. 
A brook running over flat stones, a flower filled vista, and an 
Apple tree — what more tempting array of garden delights can 
one imagine? Add to that an Iris-edged pool, at the edge of 
which stands a little green boy — ' ' only plaster as yet, but I mean 
to do him in bronze," our hostess confided — and you have Mrs. 
Albert Ingalls ' charming informal garden. It was late afternoon 
when we saw it and the Apple tree shadows lay in twisted pat- 
terns on the grass, Pansies and English Daisies peeped out 
from among the statelier Delphinium and Canterbury Bells and 
quite unconcerned by our comments, a humming bird flirted 
outrageously with the Columbines. 
One may choose between two approaches to Mrs. Bolton's 
terrace garden, and come into it either by means of a stone stair 
set into the hillside, which broadens half way up into a landing 
where a low marble basin overhung with golden "Money," 
divides the flight; or down several steps from the still higher 
land about the house. By which ever way one comes one must 
be impressed by the air of gentle aloofness which is this garden 's 
very own. Even the midsummer madness of June had found 
no entrance here. Four long "water beds," their edges over- 
hung with Myosotis, divide the garden geometrically. Each is 
framed in a border planted with Peonies, Fraxinella alba, just 
past its blooming season, white Sweet William, Phlox, Miss Lin- 
gard in bud, and a generous sprinkling of Agrostemma alba. 
Japanese Yew, pruned to tidiness, edges the borders and sounds 
a deep note in this symphony of restrained effects. Beyond the 
house the lawns stretch out green fingers to the woods and at 
one side there runs "a grassy pleasaunce, guarded with Yew," 
to delight Lord Bacon's heart, with vines and espaliers and 
borders of the glossy Pachysanclra which we found used every- 
where with such happy effect. 
Dorothy Giles. 
Philipstcnvn Garden Club. 
Notes on Gardens Visited Monday, June 12th 
One enters on a long sweep of lawn where are a number of Mrs. Drury's 
large and beautiful trees. To one side of this lawn is a sunken Garden 
garden with walls covered by well established climbing Roses: 
Silver Moon, Christine Wright and Br. Van Fleet, which seemed 
to have unusually large blooms. The long sunken garden leads 
to a rock garden on the far slope, down which ripples a narrow 
little stream, between thick plantings of Rhododendrons. Some 
fine statuary decorates this part of the garden. In another 
part of the grounds is a large cave, an unusual feature, and on 
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