2 OLD-FASHIONED GARDENING 
of old-world man and the semi-tropical mood of Na¬ 
ture combined to hold aloof, to decline assimilation 
with the republic; and although it holds much of in¬ 
terest and delight, it is the interest of the strange and 
foreign rather than of homely familiarity. Here is 
no affection, no stir of that strange thrill which comes 
with the contemplation of the things common to our 
nativity, that wonderful exhilaration which we call 
patriotism. The old Spanish city in New Spain is 
with us, but not of us—nor we of it. 
Shorter by a score of years is the trail that began, 
back at its farther end, when Raleigh’s two barks, 
under the commanders Philip Amidas and Arthur Bar- 
low, reached the shoal water off the Virginia shore 
which indicated land not far distant, on the second 
day of July, 1584; where “we smelt so sweet and 
strong a smell, as if we had been in the midst of some 
delicate garden, abounding with all kinds of odorife¬ 
rous flowers,” wrote Barlow, in his immortal account 
of the voyage. Wonderful old Barlow! Bronzed, 
weathered, dauntless man of the sea, yet he wrote as 
a poet of the sweet promise borne on the wings of the 
wind; and what a picture he has made for us, just from 
words, of the land whereon they finally landed. “We 
viewed the land about us, being, whereas we first 
landed, very sandy and low toward the water’s side, 
but so full of grapes as the very beating and surge of 
