Mrs. Watts' Terra-Cotta Industry 
with philosophy, with politics, with the life of 
the great world and the life ot the student 
and recluse and who, on dying, left us a 
legacy which needs no additional codicil from 
the hand of posterity to enhance its value. 
This garden, he goes on to explain, should 
have “a green in the entrance, a heath or 
desert in the going forth and the main garden 
in the middle ” a well ordered sequence 
which, in a house of any importance, is sure 
to be effective; for the green or park with 
great avenues ol trees which first suggested 
the aisles of a cathedral to the mind of man, 
or the terraces leading down to the formal 
garden which, with its patterned beds is in 
harmony with the architectural idea, may 
well have the wild garden which is a sort of 
return to nature, leading on to the woods 
and meadows beyond. 
Horace Walpole, whose hatred for formal 
gardens with straight walks bordered by 
clipped yews, was only equaled by his 
enthusiasm for the landscape gardening 
which arose in his day, was all for arranging 
Nature; a picturesque clump of trees here, 
a stream diverted from its course and forced 
to meander prettily, there; to the right, a 
ruined temple carefully perched on a height; 
and to the left a sham church-steeple placed, 
just where it ought to have occurred, in the 
middle distance. Nature was not to be 
A STANDING DIAL MADE AT COM ETON 
reduced to geometrical precision, but to be 
encouraged to pose artistically. 
Which of these theories is the better, or 
whether a judicious mixture can be effected, 
must depend greatly on the character of the 
house and the garden, 
for in all art it is the 
unity of conception 
and effect which tells 
in the end. What is 
suitable to a great 
house will be out of 
place in a country 
rectory, and absurd, 
not to mention impos¬ 
sible, in a shooting box 
where the purple moor 
rolls upwards from the 
very doors and a sheet 
of water catches the 
lights and shadows of 
every passing cloud. 
In such a house as 
this, placed half-way 
between lake and 
mountain, I remember 
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