GARDEN GATES 
and pilasters, its clipped trees rising above the copings 
in balls and obelisks, its amazing yew hedges fifty and 
sixty feet high, one behind another, arch behind arch, 
the arches topped by balls and points, with pediments 
over some. 
Somewhat different is the wall and entrance at Mon- 
tecute, in Somersetshire, stone being employed here 
as a solid foundation upon which is superimposed a 
very exquisite balustrade of marble. The gates are of 
heavy iron bars, very tall and severe, between huge 
stone posts topped by hollow circles. The vines, 
twining in and out of the columns, wreathe themselves 
in adorable festoons, and form a marvelous harmony 
of color with the ancient gray stone. 
Brockenhurst, among many fine features, has a 
notable entrance. Behind a wrought-iron gate hung 
on brick pillars of noble shape, topped by marble urns, 
a wide path between clipped yews leads straight to 
a second gate whose sturdy pillars as well as the large 
balls that crown them, are completely covered by ivy. 
Four steps mount to this second entrance, and some 
ten feet beyond it a tall smooth hedge blocks further 
view. Against the somber darkness of this hedge, in a 
slight niche, is set a bust upon a slender column. 
Nothing more dignified nor more charming than this 
double entrance, with its hint of mystery, its color har¬ 
mony of white and green and old brick, its straight 
lines and sense of space, can be thought of; it com- 
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