House and Garden 
THE LUNGARNO AND THE LITTI.E TERRACE AT FLORENCE 
London too has her noble embankments, 
but these lack an element ot interest in that 
the promenade is too immediately upon the 
river. There is no middle ground between 
the walks and the water to give scale and 
perspective, for the sidewalk is built directly 
on the verge. The effect is nevertheless 
very fine, though London loses too by the 
meanness and squalor of the right bank of 
the Thames. The views from the southern 
side are singularly impressive. St. Paul’s 
is perhaps finer from this point than from any 
other. The dome and western towers crown 
not only their proper architectural pile, but 
the vast aggregation of the City, which heaps 
up toward it from the water’s 
edge, bringing all into a unit 
of effect. Farther west Som¬ 
erset House, Cleopatra’s 
Needle and the vast palisaded 
mass of Westminster contrast 
finely with the long swing of 
bridges and embankments. 
Looking from the north 
the view here toward the west 
is rendered more pleasing than 
at other points by the rich 
glow of Lambeth Palace on 
the right bank. 
Italy, Spain, the Low Coun¬ 
tries, France, Switzerland and 
Germany abound in splendid 
examples of landscape work 
of the kind we are considering. 
But perhaps France leads in 
variety and charm ; or is it 
habit which calls one back so 
often for illustration to the 
modern mother of the arts? 
Perhaps the indefatigability of 
the French photographer has 
had something to do with it; 
but at any rate the fact re¬ 
mains that in getting together 
a few pictures to give point 
to this article, a hundred ex¬ 
amples in France presented 
themselves, to half a dozen 
elsewhere. 
A few views are shown here 
of the country in and about 
Nemours, near Fontainebleau, 
a countryside of great sweet¬ 
ness and beauty, where is to be found a bu¬ 
colic loveliness worthy of Daubigny’s brush. 
Slender poplars fringe the sedgy banks of the 
Loing and rhyme their breezy spires with 
swagging images below. Then there are wide 
cool roads along which endless rows of trees 
whisper peace, peace, to glassy waterways. 
Again, we have a canvas from Cazin, a bit ot 
poetic humdrum; a hard, dry village snug¬ 
gling with its high-walled gardens along the 
river banks, its plastered walls and red-tiled 
roofs giving crystalline lights and colors 
in grateful contrast with the softness ot 
the landscape. Within the town one has 
glimpses down a lazy canal, which gives back 
THE LAKE SHORE PROMENADES AT LUGANO 
