8 NORTH SHORE BREEZE and Reminder 
along towards Rocky Neck. Perhaps you have heard of 
this place. East Gloucester, as you may already know, 
is the mecca for artists from everywhere. This season 
you can reckon on 300 painters, many being “artists” if 
you please. Before you reach Rocky Neck, the red 
studios begin to blaze out prominently, but on Rocky 
Neck, here and there in little buildings and big buildings 
with their weather-beaten shingles, situated on the edge 
of the water, where the tides swirl in liquid notes or 
located on pilings over the harbor waters, may be found 
painters of great prominence. working on extraordinary 
canvases for the fall and winter exhibitions. One man 
tells me it is difficult sometimes to get the effect of the 
roofs of some of the quaint buildings, they are so heavily 
covered with classes of students, umbrellas red and green, 
hoisted in the blaze of the summer sun. 
Rocky Neck, about a half century ago, was an island 
when the tide was high. It was also a sheep pasture 
sometime before that and the land could have been pur- 
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chased for several hundred dollars. Now there are a 
very large number of houses, a chapel, two hotels, the 
Rockaway and Pilgrim House, besides business firms at 
the end of the avenue, the Gloucester Salt Fish Company, 
the Rocky Neck marine railways, an especially interest- 
ing place to visit, where vessels are hauled up for repairs, 
beside the Tarr and Wonson copper paint factory situated 
on the other side of the Neck. The trolley car line has 
been made possible, by the building of a peninsular road 
by the city years ago. Rocky Neck is picturesque in 
every quarter. The Gloucester Yacht clubhouse is situ- 
ated at the end of the first street on the left, passing 
the causeway and near the Hotel Rockaway. After 
viewing Rocky Neck we will continue. in our next 
article in the Breeze, along the lovely summer colony 
roads and points of natural interest, so beloved by the 
summer residents and annual visitors to these shores— 
East Gloucester, the beautiful. 
Garden at Hamilton 
Spot of Rare Beauty 
and Exquisite Delight 
The Dutch Garden of Alexander Cochrane at Hamilton 
ISTANT, secluded and beautiful is the Dutch garden in 
Hamilton on the country estate of Mr. and Mrs. Alex- 
ander Cochrane, who also have a beautiful place in Pride’s 
Crossing. Several Italian gardens, the one Sicilian gar- 
den on the North Shore (belonging to the Guy Normans 
of “Bee Rock,” Beverly Cove), and the only Japanese 
garden (at “Uplands,” the Manchester home of the 
Frank P. Fraziers), have been brought to special notice in 
the BREEZE. But tucked away in Hamilton is a surpris- 
ingly charming and unique garden, where Mr. Cochrane 
has gathered old flowers cherished in gardens of our 
grandmother’s day, and many flowers typical of Holland. 
In the early spring the tulips of the Dutch hold forth, 
then iris, hollyhocks, and other old favorites in their time. 
The little garden is entered by a small white gate in 
the pretty hedge fronting it. The cement wall is best 
seen from the gate. It surrounds three sides of the gar- 
den and is protected from the weather by a picturesque 
capping of shingles. ‘The noticeable part of this wall is 
at the back of the garden, where, directly opposite the 
little front gate, is the shelter house, made in the wall. 
This cosy little place, filled with chairs and a garden 
table, has a thatched roof of oat straw, made in the» 
exact way of the old country roofs. It was made by a 
native of Ireland. A thatched bird house is also seen 
perched high upon a pole in one corner. The garden is 
centered with a fountain. Goldfish dart among the lilies 
in the basin which is one of the attractive features of the 
place. A bird bath of dark composition is at one side. 
This was brought from England by Mr. Cochrane, and 
is found to draw more birds than those of white glaring 
material. Its large pebbly basin must look cool and in- 
viting to Hamilton birds flying over the hot, dusty 
meadows of that section. A sundial, also brought from 
England, stands in the garden. 
I mark not the hours 
Unless they be bright; 
I count not the hours 
Of darkness and night. 
My promise is solely 
