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and doubtless under the influences of the beautiful 
English flower gardens they had seen. Its length 
was originally broken halfway up the hill and 
crowned at the top of the hill by some formal par- 
terres of careful design, but these now are removed. 
There are graceful arches across the path, one of 
Honeysuckle on the crown of the hill, from which 
you look out perhaps into Paradise — for Indian 
Hill in June is a very close neighbor to Paradise; 
it is difficult to define the boundaries between the 
two, and to me it would be hard to choose between 
them. 
Standing in this arch on this fair hill, you can look 
down the long flower borders of color and per- 
fume to the old house, lying in the heart of the trees 
and vines and flowers. To your left is the hill-sweep, 
bearing the splendid grove, an arboretum of great 
native trees, planted by Major Poore, and for which 
he received the prize awarded by his native state 
to the finest plantation of trees within its bounds. 
Turn from the house and garden, and look through 
this frame of vines formed by the arch upon this 
scene, — the loveliest to me of any on earth, — a 
fair New England summer landscape. Fields of 
rich corn and grain, broken at times with the gray 
granite boulders which show what centuries of grand 
and sturdy toil were given to make these fer- 
tile fields ; ample orchards full of promise of fruit ; 
placid lakes and mill-dams and narrow silvery rivers, 
with low-lying red brick mills embowered in trees ; 
dark forests of sombre Pine and Cedar and Oak ; 
narrow lanes and broad highways shaded with the 
