Mr. White s Home at St. James, L. /. 
THE TERRACE BEFORE THE HOUSE MR. WHITE’S PLACE 
a bay of Long Island Sound becomes a nar¬ 
row silver fillet, at the mouth of which the 
sandy dunes almost meet. All about are 
green woods and pastures with their banks 
reaching down to the sea. 
Whether one visits the place “when the 
breath of incontaniinable springtide seems 
to lift the hair 
upon one’s 
forehead,” or 
when “the 
scarlet leaves 
of October 
seem stained 
with blood,” 
one is at a loss 
to decide in 
which aspect 
it is most 
char m i n g . 
One sees it all, 
suddenly, as 
one emerges 
from the wood, which advances as far as it 
dares on all sides of the sunny slope. The 
avenue runs straight and parallel with the 
house, sweeping round in an oval before the 
front door. To the south lie, in a cluster by 
themselves like a Normandy farmyard, sta¬ 
bles, hothouses, the large orangery, farms, 
etc., the gray shingled sides of the water- 
tower dominating the group. To the north, 
a little nearer the house, is the old orangery 
cut into the bank of the hillside, with a fine 
group of old 
cedars beside 
it, and the 
flag, almost 
invariably Hy¬ 
ing, can be 
seen for miles 
around above 
the highest 
point of the 
buildings. 
A piazza of 
d i ff e r e n t 
widths, b u t 
widening con¬ 
siderably in 
the northwest corner, lies to the north, south 
and west of the main body of the house. All 
the details of this, the fluted columns, the 
elaborately decorated entablature, as well as 
THE PLAN OF THE HOUSE AND GROUNDS 
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