H ouse and Garden 
basins some columns have been placed— 
delicate twisted columns of white marble. 
Chains connect them, on which roses—Mar¬ 
shal Neils and others—are trained. The 
flowers are beautiful; but their luxuriance 
threatens to conceal the columns, and that 
would be to hide the exquisite design and 
workmanship of the shafts. 
This garden is still young and every year 
is rapidly adding to its beauty. The olean¬ 
ders, slow growers though they be, will 
gradually make a circle of glowing pink 
round the fountain. Soon the cypresses, for 
they grow fast, will throw their long, narrow 
shadows across the waters, and all things 
will gain the mellowness that time alone can 
g ive - . 
This is the only portion of Gamberaia that 
can be called new. At the back of the house 
and facing the entrance door, we plunge into 
the eighteenth century. Iron gates lead into 
a narrow space resembling a court, on each 
side of which rise several flights of wide 
A BOUNDARY OF THE LEMON GARDEN 
THE LEMON GARDEN FROM A WINDOW OF THE VILLA 
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