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and never could be anything but a failure of 
pronounced type. 
Now, had that rocky garden been wisely 
planted, it would have looked appropriate, if 
nothing more, and possibly beautiful. Valerian 
in glowing masses of red, pink, and white 
would have clothed the grey rocks ; the sea 
campion would have tenderly draped their 
ruggedness with silver foliage and white 
flowers, and red, white, and yellow rock-roses 
would have climbed happily about, as on the 
Berwickshire cliffs. Half a dozen varieties of 
tamarisk would fling their feathery pink 
flowers tossing in the wind that it loves. 
Blue sea -thistles, yellow sea -poppies, sea- 
lavenders, sea -pinks (sweetest of all scented 
flowers), and many another would have 
flourished appropriately there. 
Or again : how beautiful in a sandy or 
peaty soil would be a garden of cistus, white 
and yellow brooms, single and double gorse, 
heaths and heathers in all heights and colours, 
to say nothing of azaleas, rhododendrons, and 
lilies. While on that same soil a man might 
empty his purse and break his heart in vainly 
trying to grow exhibition roses and good 
border plants. 
A gardener with any sense of proportion 
