Art Out-of-Doors 
priately neat, there is no excess of mere tidi- 
ness and trimness ; for a cemetery is not a 
park or a garden ; it is not a place for pleas- 
ure-seeking or an environment for the homes 
of men. It is the home of the dead ; it is 
God’s Acre; it should prove a guardian’s 
presence, but not a horticulturalist’s enthu- 
siasm. 
Nature made this spot very beautiful with 
shady woods and with a varied surface, often 
distinctly picturesque and yet not too wild 
or broken to seem a true God’s Acre for the 
peaceful resting of the dead ; and the truest 
kind of art has done all that it could, first to 
preserve, and then to accentuate Nature’s 
scheme. Richardson lies buried in this 
cemetery ; and if other artists could see how 
quiet and beautiful it is, how satisfying to 
both eye and mind, how far superior, from 
every point of view, to the usual burial- 
ground — which seems to have been given over 
to the running of a race in crude display be- 
tween gardener and stone-cutter — then, I 
think, all the artists in America might ask 
to lie near Richardson. 
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