House and Garden 
A SECOND ILLUSTRATION OF THE FRONT ENTRANCE 
this kind of home. Here is a chance the Painter 
accepted immediately. That of making the walls of 
the terrace repeat the tone of the house, by adding 
large masses of greyish-white alyssum, arabis and 
cerastium, stone-crops and silvery saxifrage, balanc¬ 
ing the picture dramatic and vivid. There is a 
little golden-colored creeper which defies all rules of 
etiquette and order by running riot over walks, walls 
and beds, wreathing them in a sea of color, gorgeous 
and sunny. Of the herb, stream, and wild garden 
there is not space to write, or the rock-walled garden 
for the shade and the marsh garden. 
Under the trees at the side of the house a winding 
path leads through the arcade, skirting the lily-pond, 
where once a many-colored mosaic dragon threatened 
all comers, to the lower terrace and the “grandmother 
garden” beyond. I'his path is a dream in its 
picturesque half-light, a Gothic cloister of shade, the 
native woods stretching their long motherly arms 
across it till they reach the house, casting a grateful 
shadow over everything. I'he stone arcade looms 
big and hold, diapered with lacework of tiny shadows 
against its whitened surface. The glossy leaves of 
the mystic ground-myrtle, spotted with its stars of 
blue, forming a carpet for our feet and covering the 
base of things. Love of these native woods has led to 
their preservation. 'I'hey are not simply tolerated, 
hut preferred. 
“This is the natural home of the birch, both 
black and yellow; of the chestnut and of the oak. 
Occasionally an evergreen pine or hemlock darkens 
or a dogwood brightens things. We have also maple 
and silver beech. When the old chestnuts get dis¬ 
turbed,—blown over and uprooted, or die out, we 
plant others of the same kind, and so restore the 
woods. What I mean is-that I do not want 
‘specimen trees.’ I much prefer trees of the 
neighborhood. They belong here. It is their place. 
I'hey are part of our American life, expressing 
naturally our homes. You spoke of France a 
moment ago. What beautiful things she would do 
with woods like these!” said my host, as we walked 
along. 
The Painter’s innate love of trees that are indige¬ 
nous is very marked. Their rugged eloquence is 
music to his ears. Of course many of our flowers 
and plants are of Oriental origin, coming from Asia 
Minor and the Balkan Peninsula, through the Nether¬ 
lands. This was in the sixteenth century. The 
same catholicity of taste rejects double flowers where 
single ones are to be had and prefers a hedge of box, 
hemlock, arhor-vitie, privet, rhododendrons, or holly 
to any other. 
Alany places in England owe much of their charm 
to the old “skittle or bowling-green,” a long, level 
stretch of closely cut lawn. In a measure this is 
here made up for by the careful rolling and mowing 
of the outer edge of the meadow, forming a frame. 
This humanizing of the edge of things is very 
VINE-COVERED CONCRETE ARCHES AND MAIN VER¬ 
ANDA ON THE WESTERN SIDE OF THE HOUSE 
