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PARK AND 
GARDENS OP MIRAMAR, HOME OF MAXIMILIAN OP 
MEXICO, NEAR TRIESTE, AUSTRIA. 
and where the yellow or brown of the buildings, set 
with an eye to rustic beauty, would possibly seem harsh, 
the Virginia creeper is made to twine, dropping its 
festoons over the porticos, where the hotel guests take 
their meals. Tennis, a basin for the spring and baths, 
and every other accompaniment to a summer resort 
have been inaugurated here by the government. Guests 
from abroad are looked after, carefully, and Austrian 
hospitality goes so far that, not half an hour after my 
chat with the Director of the park, the bands were 
playing “Hail Columbia” and “Yankee Doodle,” with- 
al that I was the only American on the place. Our 
American rag-time is all over the south of Europe, 
but it is extremely rare that one hears our national 
songs in these lands. 
Somewhat akin to Ilidje is the park by the sea at 
Abbazia, the Long Branch of southern Europe. Abba- 
zia is the summering-place of the nobility of a large 
part of the Continent, and set among its palms are the 
villas of the great and titled folk, — the Duke of Lux- 
emburg, the King of Roumania, and a host of others, 
— their green shutters matching well the dense shrub- 
bery towering around. The oleander and the larch 
mingle with the palms here at Abbazia to fringe the 
maze of paths ; where one may wind on to the souvenir 
booths, the photo studios, the cafes and the restaurants, 
and spend, — ^at royal rates. Summer resorts, the world 
’round, are much the same, — there are the ladies in 
their rich laces, sitting idly beside the sea ; the men at 
pool, in the basements of the great hotels ; the venders 
of candied fruits and of nose-gays ; the groups plan- 
ning excursions, and expressing their preferences 
among the guests with unmeant secrecy, the Casino 
with its concerts, and the promenade by the sea, and 
in all these Abbazia is splendidly equipped. 
Of the other parks of southern Europe there are not 
a few that interest. At Agram, capital of Croatia, it 
IS the popular custom, of a summer Sunday, to repair 
to the Maximilian Park, the property of the Arch- 
CEME-TERY, 
Bishop of Croatia, but thrown open to the public at 
large. Old oaks, in the grove, and high meadow- 
grass in the opens, a little chaplet, and one has this 
park. Picnickers, however, make much of it, spreading 
their luncheon on long tables, flanked by country 
benches, and afterward “ringing the cane,” or hitting 
the negro-baby, or dancing to tbe music of a band on 
the green, as the farmers do at the Harvest Homes in 
our own West. Here, too, it is quite the fashion to build 
a fire about some fallen tree trunk, and then roast 
pork-chops at the ends of long sticks, stuck into the 
ground and bent so as to hang the chop right over the 
flame. At the farther end of the park there is a but- 
tery, where milk and clabber are sold for the benefit 
of the wily Archbishop. 
At Samobor, in the grape-cure country, the town 
park is a delightful spot, up on the heights and reached 
by a just sufficiently steep climb to whet the appetite 
for the grapes to be eaten by those taking the “cure” 
upon reaching the top. Benches are set among the 
pines here, and there are rustic seats that remind us 
of the park at Wellesley, save that here confetti strew 
the gravel walks, as they would not do one day after 
the fetes at the college. High up in the peaks of this 
park, which is, of course, city property, withal that 
grapes are sold here, a splendid view of an old romantic 
castle is had. 
Along the Adriatic’s eastern coast there are sev- 
eral parks of which we of the West know practically 
nothing, and yet which show as much skill at the 
landscape gardener’s hand as do any of our own. 
Particularly charming are the grounds of Miramar, the 
home of Maximilian of Mexico, prior to the ill-fated 
expedition which cost the Prince his head. Miramar 
itself is a small yellow chateau, with a single turret, 
and with a turreted piazza, on the rocky cape seen in 
entering the place by sea, that is set off, peculiarly 
well, by the forest back-ground. So seductive to the 
camera-fiend are the gardens of Miramar, that a charge 
of twenty cents is made for using the kodak on the 
THE PARK OF ABBAZIA, THE GREAT SEASIDE RESORT 
OP HUNGARY. 
