retaining wall, which one mounts by various flights of carved 
stone steps. On the right lies a grove of tall trees. 
The end is open, and beyond it an immense lane is cut 
straight through wood and meadows, reminding one of 
Compiegne. Here, however, the plane is broken. The broad 
allee crosses a valley marked by a green circle, and climbs the 
hill beyond, stopping only at the entrance gates perhaps a 
mile from the house terrace. 
It w^as here that one entered to follow a winding drive 
through meadow and wood, now and again rounding a hill 
to get a better view and finally coming on the entrance court 
with its balustrades and tempietto. It was by the same gates 
that one left this land of the magic wand to enter again the 
country lanes of the world we daily see and live in. 
We all came away wdth a real appreciation for the courtesy 
of Mr. and Mrs. Stotesbury in making the visit possible. And it 
was a happy inspiration that made possible the welcome hand- 
clasp of that brave citizen of Chestnut Hill whom we all love and 
honor — Mrs. Willis Martin. 
Fletcher Steele. 
An Iris Garden 
The Editor of the Bulletin has asked me to perch on the 
edge of Mrs. Horatio Gates Lloyd's famous Iris Bowl and con- 
jure up its May beauty, for this article. But she did not realize 
the difficult}'', faced by the October glory of this garden of sorts, 
and all sorts of gardens which ]\Irs. Lloyd has combined into such 
a perfect whole. Her house is on the north-eastern rim of an irreg- 
ular natural basin, and the House terrace. Box terrace, and Frog 
terrace, (with its oblong pool, guarded by two giant bronze 
frogs), follow each other do^^^l to broad stone steps, and a ramp, 
which descends in turn to a sunny meadow, where the sheep are 
grazing. Farther away down the slope, a glimpse of water 
between the trees, marks the pond at the bottom of the basin, 
from which point, on the other side, tier upon tier of field and 
foliage rise to the last soft misty outlines of the horizon. 
All the foreground of terraces, is, in October, as earlier in 
the season, a sheet of shifting color. The Box terrace has well 
filled borders, and the Frog terrace is divided into pink, blue 
and white, yellow and red sections. Among the unusual pink 
border plants is the Wood Betony, Sfochys Bctonica; and in the 
blue and white, blue Marguerites, agatJica coelestis (Dreer and 
Sutton) with luxuriant attractive dark green leaves, are appro- 
priate companions to forget-me-nots as cover and border phmts. 
To the left of the Frog terrace, steps lead down to the sunken 
garden through the center of which runs the Rill, a stone lined 
bit of water as beguiling as its beautiful licjuid name. Various 
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