Then in the peace of that exquisite summer day, I saw as in a dream that blest region which Sir Philip Sidney has painted and called Arcadia, "where the morning did strew roses and violets in the heavenly floor against the coming of the sun, where nightingales sung their wrong-caused sorrow;" where the hills rose, their proud heights garnished with stately trees, beneath which silver streams murmured softly amidst meadows enamelled with all sorts of eye-pleasing flowers. Where pretty lambs with bleating outcry craved their dam's comfort, and where a shepherd-boy piped as though he never could grow old, whilst a shepherdess sang and knitted all the while, so that it seemed "that the voice comforted her hands to work, and the hands kept time to the voice music." In that sweet and happy country, where light and sun and blue sky were constant joys, where the houses were all scattered, "but not from mutual succour," where the joys of "accompanable solitariness were to be found combined with the pleasures of civil wildness," I allowed my fancy to linger. Then as butterflies flitted past in all the pomp of summer splendour in my Abbey garden, I thought for a moment of Mistress Tuggy's bowers of passion-flower at Westminster, of which Gerard wrote, and of which he told us "there was always good plenty." I thought also of that gay procession to the Parson of Tittershall, where merry maids went, bearing with them garlands of red roses, and of that wreath laid through many centuries, in beautiful Tong Church. I liked to imagine Theobalds, where it was said a man might wander two miles and yet never come to the end of the great gardens; or to think of that great pleasaunce of Frederick, Duke of Würzburg, where it was said that it was easy for a stranger to lose his way, so vast was the space of the enclosure. [Sidenote: ELIZABETHAN GARDENS] Then I should have liked to have known the great gardens of Kenilworth, where proud Dudley entertained the Maiden Queen. There, according to Master Humphrey Martin, every fruit tree had its place. In the centre of the pleasaunce stood, he wrote, an aviary and a fountain of white marble, where tench, bream, and carp, eel and perch "all did play pleasantly," and "beside which delicious fruits, cherries, strawberries, might be eaten from the stalk." In the Elizabethan garden men were not content with gay blossoms alone; sweet odours were necessary to complete their standard of delight.