Allgates 
Mrs. Lloyd's 
Garden 
Dahlias everywhere; Chrysanthemiims ; Salvia farinacea; Nico- 
tiana, and the late Annuals rioting in color. 
As we rode out into that dreamy autumn haze, about three 
hundred happy Garden Fans, we passed the silver-grey Schuyl- 
kill and ran through Fairmount Park of Centennial fame and 
into the suburbs on the Main Line. Here the houses are built 
of that beautiful field stone laid up in shallow courses with wide 
mortar joints, impossible to copy elsewhere. Many charming 
white washed stone houses claimed our admiration too, and the 
roadside planting of trees and shrubs, called forth many vows 
of future emulation. 
We drove through the grounds of Haverford College, that old 
Quaker institution and champion of cricket, and had a satisfac- 
tory view of its early American architecture. We felt as if we 
were in England as we scurried along green lanes between hedge- 
rows with glimpses of rolling hills and meadows, brooks and well 
timbered woodlands, — and always above us the brilliant autumn 
banners flaunting over our heads, — Maple, Sassafras, Oak and 
Elm, and at a lower level, myriads of flame-colored Dogwood and 
Sumach trees. There is a peculiar lifted feeling that only comes 
to a sincere gardener on her way to see a new garden ! 
Our first stop was at AUgates, the home of Mr. and Mrs. 
Horatio Gates Lloyd on the old Cooperstown Road, back of 
Haverford. The fore-court with its four giant Cryptomerias, 
and its old-world fountain, is especially worthy of study. Wilson 
Eyre is the architect, and to him belongs the credit of its perfect 
proportions, but to Mrs. Lloyd is due unlimited praise for the 
Evergreen planting, indeed the placing of every tree, shrub and 
plant on this whole large place, has been carefully thought out 
by Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd, who are both knowing gardeners. 
The house is long and low, of mellow drab-colored stucco, 
with dull blue shutters and dull green and blue roof of large 
square tiles. It stands on a gentle south-western slope of the 
hill, its prospect is over the sheep-shorn lawns down to a natural 
lake, — you notice the sheep grazing in the middle distance 
apparently with free access to the precious garden — but a hidden 
wall or Ha-Ha keeps them in their proper sphere. The garden 
and Iris Bowl are described in detail in another part of the 
Bulletin. 
Mrs. Our second stop was at the neighboring estate belonging to 
Warden's Mrs. Clarence Warden of The Weeders. It was most interest- 
Garden ing to see how differently the same view and outlook had been 
treated, although both houses had western terraces and the 
sloping lawn. The house was adorable white field-stone, and 
the grounds gave the feeling of many little delightful vine- 
covered nooks to sit in, with glimpses of the brilliant walled 
and paved garden out beyond. The garden was planned by 
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