A Garden of Peace: A Medley in QuietudeMoore, Frank Frankfort
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A Garden of Peace: A Medley in Quietude
Moore, Frank Frankfort
Gardens -- Fiction
“Old-fashioned--gone out years ago!” were the terms of her criticism.
But so far as I am concerned I would have no more objection to one of
the ribbon-borders of long ago, if it was in a suitable place, than I
would have to a round dozen of ribbon-back chairs in a panelled room
with a mantelpiece by Boesi and a glass chandelier by one of the Adam
Brothers. It is only the uninformed who are ready to condemn something
because they think that it is old-fashioned, just as it is only the
ignorant who extol something because it happens to be antique. I was
once lucky enough to be able to buy an exquisitely chased snuff-box
because the truthful catalogue had described it as made of pinchbeck.
For the good folk in the saleroom the word pinchbeck was enough. It
was associated in their minds with something that was a type of the
meretricious. But the pinchbeck amalgam was a beautiful one, and the
workmanship of some of the articles made of it was usually of the
highest class. Now that people are better educated they value--or at
least some of them value--a pinchbeck buckle or snuff-box for 'its
artistic beauty.
We see our garden more frequently than do any of our visitors, and we
are satisfied with its details--within bounds, of course. It has never
been our ambition to emulate the authorities who control the floral
designs blazing in the borders along the seafront of one of our
watering-places, which are admired to distraction by trippers under the
influence of a rag-time band and other stimulants. We do not long so
greatly to see a floral Union Jack in all its glory at our feet, or
any loyal sentiment lettered in dwarf beet and blue lobelia against a
background of crimson irisine. We know very well that such marvels are
beyond our accomplishment. What we hoped for was to have under our
eyes for three months of the year a number of beds full of wallflowers,
tulips, and hyacinths, and for four months equally well covered with
varied violas, memsembrianthium, mauve ageratum, the præcox dwarf roses,
variegated cactus used sparingly, and as many varieties of eche-veria
used lavishly, with here and there a small dracaena or perhaps a tuft
of feathery grass or the accentuations of a few crimson begonias to show
that we are not afraid of anything.
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