Stranica 41 [41]
HisToRic ‘GARDENS AR VANG ENTA
am me — = a ök — A 1 TETT E = ne nS EE — töm — s zzz aie — — —= —
The hardy bulbs, known to our grandmothers as butter and
eggs, poet's narcissi and squills, are found in places where no house
has stood for a century, loyal mementoes of cottage and farmstead
leveled as progress marched into the town.
As a last word—let me beg you—when the cares of a restless
existence are burdening too heavily the broad, though pessimistic,
shoulders of today—throw them aside for a glimpse into Eden, and
go to old Williamsburg when the daftodils that carpet each lawn
and garden are bursting into the season’s bloom, and the birds
which share the old churchyard with the country’s most illustrious
dead are caroling the joy of living. Go where each flower face
will tell you of the making of history, then dream in the sunshine
of that romantic age. And when you leave the appealing little town
you may repeat to yourself the words of one who has studied its
past, played a part in its present and appreciated its beauties as can
only those who call this little city home.
Intangible, but real; invisible, but ever present, the spirit of the
days of long ago haunts and hallows the ancient city and the homes
of its honored dead; a spirit that stirs the memory and fires the
imagination; a spirit that will, we trust, illumine the judgment of
those who have entered upon the rich inheritance of the past and
lead them to guard these ancient landmarks and resist the spirit
of ruthless innovation which threatens to rob the city of its unique
distinction and its charm."
EDITH DABNEY TUNIS SALE.
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