of stage coaches and boxwood gardens. Its leafy streets and lanes
 have charmed travelers from many countries. One of these, the
 Marquis de Chastellux, wrote in his diary in 1780: “‘The chief
 magnificence of the Virginians consists in furniture, linen and plate;
 in which they resemble our ancestors who had neither cabinets nor
 wardrobes in their castles, but contented themselves with a well¬
 stored cellar, and a handsome buftet. If they sometimes dissipate
 their fortunes it is by gaming, hunting and horse races; but the
 latter are of some utility, inasmuch as they encourage the breed
 of horses which are really very handsome in Virginia.”’
 
Standing in the spring sunlight in the Williamsburg of today
 and shutting our eyes to the growing city, what lover of history
 can not obtain glimpses of the panorama of the past. JIhrough
 its old garden gates many historic figures pass—Colonial governors
 with lords and ladies from foreign shores; awkward Patrick Henry
 with his tongue of silver fire; John Marshall, [Thomas Jefterson
 and Richard Henry Lee. ‘Then Washington, LaFayette and
 Rochambeau; Cornwallis the conquered, and Tarleton, too. And
 in the days of the early Republic, Madison and James Monroe.
 Since their brave day nearly every president of the United States
 has, at some time, visited the picturesque town.
 
The most important thoroughfare, Duke of Gloucester Street,
 begins at William and Mary College, to end at the Palace Green.
 Using this as a central or starting point, a quiet ramble through
 the little town will repay one with interest and patriotic thrills,
 as each street has its particular story; around every corner, about
 each nook, is woven a web of historical associations that bring from
 the dustiest memory an answering appreciation. And, though some
 of its dwellers have modestly said, “There are no gardens in
 Williamsburg,” this ramble along shady streets and about century¬
 old houses will prove that in the springtime, at least, the whole of
 the town is one beautiful, old-fashioned garden.
 
The Palace Green, lying just on the east of old Bruton @hurch
 has given way to a school building, which was constructed of the