The Artist 
modern European work is good in general 
scheme, it is still more constantly marred 
than our own by the mistaken management 
of details. I have never seen a natural- 
istic park in England or France as free as 
is Central Park from ill-chosen, ill-placed 
horticultural features. Almost everyone is 
nearly as much defaced by them as the aver- 
age large American cemetery. All kinds of 
inartistic gardening devices which exist in 
America exist in all parts of Europe, and 
there are some European atrocities which 
have not yet been imported — for instance, 
those stiff flower-borders, stretched beneath 
shorn-off shrubberies, to which I have al- 
ready referred. 
When we find American clients, and some- 
times American artists, confusing the sig- 
nificance of the words landscape, park, 
home-grounds, garden, lawn, and trying to 
cram into one scheme the beauties proper to 
all ; when we see tropical plants flaunting on 
lawns which should bear nothing but grass 
and quiet shrubs, or intruding themselves 
into sylvan corners which should have a na- 
tive, natural, simple air ; when we shudder 
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