14 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
old-fashioned style of parterres, stone 
terraces, and avenues of clipped trees, 
the whole rather populous with Sta¬ 
tues, and there were still thirsty Tri¬ 
tons looking down wistfully upon long 
dried-up Fountains. Honeysuckle 
and Jessamine had so wound their 
elegant and flower-bearing tendrils 
round Apollo’s lyre, that its classic 
shape was hardly visible through this 
more than classical redundancy of 
decoration. An envious piece of Ivy 
had crept up the god’s back, and, 
at length, reaching his sun-crowned 
brow, had wreathed it round and 
round with the head-dress of Bacchus, 
whilst the jolly god himself stood but 
