Chapter II 
WASHINGTON’S GARDEN 
T HERE is a garden in America that has in its 
keeping a memory so hallowed as to lend it 
the quality of a shrine. To the man who 
found a vital joy in laying out the grounds and plan¬ 
ning the house it yielded rest after great labor glori¬ 
ously performed, peace after the tragic violence of years 
of war, home after the arduous career of leader to a 
new-born nation and all the harassments of public life. 
Washington’s garden! We have no other place like 
it in the country. Many a relic of past days remains 
to us, assuredly; church and tomb, birthplace and 
monument. But here is a garden of growing flowers, 
broad lawns, stately trees and winding paths created by 
the same man to whom we owe a new ideal of patri¬ 
otism and the foundation of our being as a nation; 
looking now much as it did when he lived here, im¬ 
proving it day by day, planting the trees that spread 
their magnificent branches over house and drive, build¬ 
ing the walls now overgrown with climbers, finding 
time to superintend everything, from the rotation of 
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