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was taken in gardening, but, the proverbial Virginian hospitality
must have brought many visitors to admire beauty which the owner
of Oatlands was creating, not by the aid of landscape gardeners,
but from his own good taste modified by the study of English pat¬
terns. He planted box—the American tree-box—seeing, with the
eye of a prophet, the time when those dark branches should meet
over a descending path, forming an archway of rare beauty. He
planted it, also, by the side of a steep staircase opposite brick
buildings used as tool and lumber-rooms, now long since crumbled
into soil and, surrounding the vault where he was to be laid.
But he did not neglect the English hedge-box, either; and his
grandchildren tell of places where the box edging set oft, to their
best advantage, roses and other vari-colored flowers. [hese low
hedges have gone—remaining only as memories—with most of
the shrubs and the old-time blossoms. But enough stays, as a back¬
ground and a setting to all the beauty which modern taste and
knowledge have brought to it.
The Oatlands garden, especially in May or June, when the
spiraea and flags are in full bloom, when colour runs riot every¬
where, has that indefinable flavour of the past wrapt around it
which marks it as a thing separate from the garden of today or
even of yesterday. For people walked in its alleys and paths, by
the shade of its walls, made love under the shadow of its trees,
when America was very young, when President Monroe was build¬
ing his country home, some three miles away, beyond the creek;
before the years of strife and war, and when tragic memories still
hung low over the Virginia hills. Federal troops passed through
the grounds, cavalry trampled over lawns and flower beds, and in
the house, the daughter-in-law of the builder of Oatlands guarded
a secret hiding place for Confederate scouts when hard pressed by
Northern raiders.
So that those walls and terraces have known of gay days and
sad; of romance and grief; and if spirits revisit their old haunts
on earth, many may flit about on moonlight nights, along the
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