262 the ladies’ magazine of gardening. 
about a mile from tlie palace. It is built so as to form an apparent 
model of a chateau belonging to the Duke in France; but instead of 
forming a square, only one side is finished, behind which is a garden laid 
out in very good taste in green terraces, and as a geometrical flower- 
garden. The whole is beautifully kept under the superintendence of the 
gardener, Mr. Picken. Here, examining the flowers, I was pleased to 
find the Californian annuals as beautiful as in other places in Scotland; 
and among them was a double Clarkia. I was quite delighted with the 
manner in which this garden was kept, and the admirable manner in 
which its French style harmonized with the general character of the 
building; and I really quite envied the gardener for the privilege he 
possessed of living in so delightful a place. 
July 29th .—Hamilton to Lanark , by Allanton and Milton Lockhart .■—- 
We left Hamilton with regret, for we had greatly enjoyed our stay there, 
and we proceeded to Allanton, a place rendered celebrated by its late pro¬ 
prietor, Sir Henry Stuart, as having been the scene of his experiments 
for transplanting large trees. These trees Mr. Loudon was anxious to 
see, and they certainly were looking wonderfully well, and I think few 
strangers would have supposed it possible that they had been removed. 
Another point was the very skilful manner in which a difference of level 
in two pieces of water was concealed. Though not exactly connected with 
gardening, I cannot conclude my account of Allanton without mentioning 
the extraordinary qualities of a dog in the possession of Lady Seaton 
Stuart, the daughter of Sir Henry. I have seen many very accomplished 
dogs, both on the Continent and in England, but I think I never saw 
one who seemed so completely to understand everything said to him as 
Lady Seaton’s Fox. In addition to waltzing, shaking a paw, jumping 
over a stick, &c. &c., I was amused, when he was told to shut the door, 
to see him wait with a look of great sagacity, and an air of listening 
attentively, to hear if the latch clinked, and when he found it did not, to 
see him give the door another push, walking away with an air of great 
satisfaction when he found he had performed his duty perfectly. 
Milton Lockhart is a newly-built house, on the banks of the Clyde, 
built on the site of the residence of the celebrated Clover-house, so often 
mentioned in “ Old Mortality,” and whose memory is so detested by the 
country people, that they believe misfortunes will befal every dweller in 
his residence. It is to be hoped that the handsome new house now 
erected will help to break the charm in their eyes; and indeed I was 
astonished to find any relics of so ridiculous a superstition existing in these 
enlightened days. The present proprietor of Milton Lockhart is the 
brother of the celebrated Mr. Lockhart, of the Quarterly Review. The 
