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EGE EVET ND, [ALNDEÁÉS T NKTÉV
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The outlines of the terraces repeat the lines and curves of the
house and portico, making it, indeed, a living extension of the house
itself. This was the place of the confidential talks, the intimate
unrestrained life—the out-door living room.
Old-fashioned brick walls invitingly lead one under rose¬
arched pathways to a refreshing pool and fountain in the center,
which is guarded on three sides by marble forms of the goddesses
of Beauty, Flowers and the Harvest. From these radiate paths
around parterres filled with every old-fashioned flower which can
now be coaxed into bloom by the skillful hands of its present
loving caretaker, who says she receives each season plants and seeds
from numberless appreciative guests who have visited the house
and loved the garden. All do not thrive, alas! For the trees
have grown since the days the builder first planted them there
and the garden is now one of shade and sifted sunlight.
We find an amazing variety of plants for so small a space and
of course among them the “vine and fig tree,’’ indispensable, it
seems, to ‘‘ye olde time garden." In the far corner a tall, magni¬
ficent magnolia grandiflora planted in 1807 looks like a giant
candelabra shining and shimmering when it carries its full load of
‘pure white blooms from base to top; then fragrance and perfume
spread like incense all through the garden.
The garden seems to recall the life of a hundred years ago
even more vividly than does the beautiful house, and to speak even
more eloquently of the charm and elegance of the ladies and gentle¬
men who then enjoyed it. The fragrance of flowers, the ripple of
water, the witchery of half-concealed marble forms, the romance
of moonlight, the poetry of the past are still there.
No better model can be had to this day for a city garden.
The ivy-covered brick walls, the arched gateway to the side, the
curved and straight paths, a hedge here, a clump of shrubs there,
an archway or vine-clad column yonder! The trick is turned,
exclusion in the midst of crowds, complete!
LAURA C. MARTIN WHEELWRIGHT.
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