u Montalto ” 
looks the Italian 
garden, of which 
a photograph is 
given; but it can 
only afford a faint 
idea of the sym- 
m etr y of the 
walks, of the de¬ 
sign of the beds, 
of the shape of 
the fountain, and 
these are better 
understood from 
the plan at the 
head of this ar¬ 
ticle. What are 
these ornamental 
forms without 
the glow of color 
from flowers of 
every description, — roses, cacti, dahlias, 
plumbago, wistaria and passiflora; without 
the deep green of the orange and the lemon 
trees, the dark leaf and ivory flowers of the 
magnolia, the tender feathery mimosa; and 
here and there the cold gray of the agava; 
while the hot sun 
burns light into 
everything and 
dazzles the eye 
as it falls on mar¬ 
ble fountain and 
white statue ? 
Wonderful, too, 
is the view. As 
you lean over the 
low wall of the 
terrace your eye 
wanders beyond 
the beautiful gar¬ 
den at your feet, 
over many miles 
of fair Tuscany 
—from Vallom- 
brosa to the east, 
to the Carrara 
and the Modena mountains far away to the 
west. Florence lies at your feet, and in this 
clear, pure air one can recognize every 
building of the city—the Duomo, Giotto’s 
Campanile, the Palazzo Vecchio, S. Lorenzo, 
S. Croce and the towers of the ancient walls. 
IN THE ROSE GARDEN AT MONTALTO 
AN ARBOR OF BAMBOO 
and a Descent to the Fruit Garden 
THE WALL OF THE TERRACE 
*which overlooks the Formal Garden 
