gardens.

we must now wind up, in a few words, what we have to say of the country life of the gentry, and these words must be on their gardens. in these, as in all those other sources of enjoyment that surround them, perfection seems to be reached. they live in the midst of scenes which, while they appear nature itself, are the result of art consummated only by ages of labour, research, science, travel, and the most remarkable discoveries. nothing can be more delicious than the rural paradises which now surround our country houses. walks, waters, lawns of velvet softness, trees casting broad shadows, or whispering in the stirrings of the breeze; seclusion and yet airiness; flowers from all regions, besides all the luxuries which the kitchen-garden, the orchard, conservatories, hothouses, and sunny walls pour upon our tables, are so blended and diffused[68] around our dwellings, that nothing on earth can be more delectable. it is impossible, without looking back through many ages of english life, to form any idea of the real advantages which we enjoy of this kind,—of the immense stride we have made from the bare and rigid life of our ancestors. how many of the fruits or flowers, or culinary vegetables, which we possess in such excellence and perfection, did this country originally produce? few, indeed, of our indigenous flowers are retained in our gardens, few of our vegetables besides the cabbage and the carrot; and what were the ancient british fruits besides the crab and the bullace? but we have only to look back to the feudal times to see the wide difference between our gardens and those then existing; for all that could be enjoyed of a garden must be compressed within the narrow boundary of the castle moat. every thing without was subject to continual ravage and destruction; and though orchards were planted without, and suffered to take their chance, the ladies’ little parterre occupied some sheltered nook of the court, or space between grim towers:

now was there maide fast by the touris wall,

a garden faire, and in the corneris set

an herbere grew; with wandis long and small,

railit about, and so with treeis set

was all the place, and hawthorn hedges knet,

that lyfe was now, walkyng there for bye,

that myght within scarce any wight espye.

the quair, by james i. of scotland.

and the plot of culinary herbs occupied some sheltered spot within the moat; which when it is recollected how many other requisites of existence and defence were also compressed into the same space—soldiers, arms, and machines of war; sleeping and eating rooms; room for the stabling and fodder of horses, and often of cattle; space for daily exercise, martial or recreative; bowls, tilting or tennis,—when cooped up by their enemies, or made cautious by critical times, small indeed must have been the space or the leisure for gardens. even in 1540, leland in his itinerary, tells us that our nobility still dwelt in castles, and there retained the usual defences of moats, and drawbridges. this was especially the case, the nearer they approached to the scotch or welsh borders; though in the vicinity of london villas and palaces[69] had long sprung up. at wressel castle, near howden, in yorkshire, he says, “the gardens within the mote, and the orchardes without, were exceeding fair. and yn the orchardes were mounts, opere topiario, writhen about with degrees like the turnings in cokil shelles, to come to the top without payn.” the career, indeed, by which our gardens have reached their present condition, has been, as i have said, the career of many ages, revolutions, and stupendous events. it is not only curious, but most interesting to trace all those circumstances which have contributed to raise horticulture to its present eminence,—the great national events, the extension of discovery, of the arts, of general knowledge; the deep ponderings in cells and fields; the achievements of genius, of enterprise; the combinations of science, and the variations of taste which have brought it to what it is. the history of our gardening is, in fact, the history of europe. the monks, whose religious character gave them an extraordinary security, as they were the first restorers of agriculture, so they were the first extenders and improvers of our gardens. their long pilgrimages from one holy shrine to another, through france, germany, and italy, made them early acquainted with a variety of culinary and medicinal herbs, and with various fruits; and amongst the ruins of abbeys we still find a tribe of plants that they thus naturalized. the crusades gave the next extension to horticultural knowledge; the growing commerce and wealth of europe fostered it still farther; and the successive magnificent discoveries of the indies, america, the isles of the pacific and australia, with all their new and splendid and invaluable productions, raised the desire for such things to the highest pitch; and made our gardens and greenhouses affluent beyond all imagination. what hosts of new and curious plants do they still send us every season! from every corner of the earth are they daily reaching us: the average value of the plants in loddige’s gardens is calculated at 200,000l. but what a blank would they now be but for the mighty spirit of commerce, the thirst of discovery, and of traversing distant regions, which animate such numbers of our countrymen, and send them out to extend our geography, geology, and natural history, or to prosecute astronomical and philosophical science under every portion of the heavens? and besides these causes, how much is yet to be[70] accounted for by the tastes of peculiar ages—out of the peculiar studies of the times, and the singular genius of particular men thence arising. the influence of poets and imaginative writers upon the character of our gardens has been extreme. whether an age were poetical or mathematical, made a mighty difference in the garden-style of the time. c. matius, the favourite of augustus c?sar, introduced the fashion at rome of clipping trees into shapes of animals and other grotesque forms; pliny admired the invention, and celebrated it under the name of topiary-work; and so strongly did it take hold on the spirits of men, that it descended to all the nations of europe, and was not exploded by us till the last century. sir henry wotton, the tasteful and poetical courtier of queen elizabeth, and ambassador of james to venice, with notions of the fitness of a garden far beyond his age, yet thought it “a graceful and natural conceit” in michael angelo to make a fountain-figure in the shape of “a sturdy washerwoman, washing and winding of linen clothes, in which act she wrings out the water which made the fountain.” and again addison, followed by pope and walpole, overturned this ancient fondness for pleached walks, and tonsured trees, and quaint fountain-figures, whether of neptunes, niles, or washerwomen. then the great change of the social system, from the feudal and military to civil and domestic, produced a correspondent change in the culture of gardens. while the country was rent to pieces by contentions for the crown, there could be little leisure or taste for gardens; but when men became peaceful, and collected their habitations into clusters, they naturally began to embellish both them and their environs.

from the reign of edward iii. to that of henry viii. we look over a large space, and find but slight improvement in horticulture, and scanty traces of its literature. a bushel of onions in richard ii.’s reign cost twelve shillings of our present money: henry vii. records himself, in a ms. preserved in the remembrance office, that apples were in his day one and two shillings each, a red one fetching the highest price; and henry viii.’s queen, catherine, when she wanted a salad, sent to flanders for it. the very first book which was written on the culture of the soil in this country, appears to be walter de henly’s—“de yconomia sive housbandria,” then came nicholas bollar’s books, “de arborum[71] plantatione,” and “de generatione arborum et modo generandi et plantandi,” and some other ms. writings. richard ii. rewarded botanical skill in the person of john bray with a pension. henry calcoensis in the fifteenth century composed a synopsis herbaria, and translated palladius de re rustica into gaelic. in the sixteenth century william horman, vice-provost of eton, wrote herbarum synonyma and indexes to cato, varro, columella, and palladius; and in the same century wynkin de worde printed “mayster groshede’s boke of husbandry,” which contained instructions for planting and grafting of trees and vines. arnold’s chronicle in 1521, had a chapter on the same subject, and how to raise a salad in an hour; and pynson published the “boke of surveying and improvements.” then came dr. bulleyn, dodoneus, sir anthony fitzherbert, and tusser; and that is the history of gardens and their literature till the time of henry viii.; but thence to the eighteenth century,—to the days of bridgman and kent, what multitudes of grand, quaint, and artificial gardens were spread over the country. nonsuch, theobalds, greenwich, hampton-court, hatfield, moor-park, chatsworth, beaconsfield, cashiobury, ham, and many another, stood in all that stately formality which henry and elizabeth admired, and in which our surreys, leicesters, essexes; the splendid nobles of the tudor dynasty, the gay ladies and gallants of charles ii.’s court, had walked and talked, fluttered in glittering processions, or flirted in green alleys and bowers of topiary-work; and amid figures, in lead or stone, fountains, cascades, copper trees dropping sudden showers on the astonished passers under, stately terraces with gilded balustrades, and curious quincunx, obelisks, and pyramids—fitting objects of the admiration of those who walked in high-heeled shoes, ruffs and fardingales, with fan in hand, or in trunk-hose and laced doublets.

“the palace of nonsuch,” said hentzner in 1598, “is encompassed with parks full of deer, delicious gardens, groves ornamented with trellis-work, cabinets of verdure (summer-houses, or seats cut in yew), and walls so embowered with trees, that it seems to be a place pitched upon by pleasure herself to dwell in along with health. in the pleasure and artificial gardens are many columns and pyramids of marble; two fountains that spout water, one round, the other like a pyramid, upon which are perched small[72] birds that stream water out of their bills. in the grove of diana is a very agreeable fountain, with act?on turned into a stag, as he was sprinkled by the goddess and the nymphs, with inscriptions. here is, besides, another pyramid of marble full of concealed pipes, which spurt upon all who come within their reach.” in the gardens of lord burleigh, at theobalds, he tells us are nine knots, artificially and exquisitely made, one of which was set for the likeness of the king’s arms. one might walk two miles in the walks before he came to the end.

in hampton-court, was a fountain with syrens and other statues by fanelli. at kensington were bastions and counterscarps of clipped yew and variegated holly, being the objects of wonder and admiration under the name of the siege of troy. at chatsworth the temporary cascade, the water-god, the copper-tree, and the jets-d’eau, still remain in all their glory.

the hands of bridgman, kent and brown, and the pens of addison, pope, and walpole, have put all this ancient glory of roman style to the flight; and driven us, perhaps, into danger of going too far after nature. the winding walks, the turfy lawns, the bowery shrubberies, the green slopes to the margin of waters, the retention of rocks and thickets where they naturally stood,—all this is very beautiful, and many a sweet elysian scene do they spread around our english houses. but in imitating nature we are apt to imitate her as she appears in her rudest places, and not as she would modify herself in the vicinity of human habitations. we are apt to make too little difference between the garden and the field; between the shrubbery and the wood. we are come to think that all which differs from wild nature is artificial, and therefore absurd. something too much of this, i think, we are beginning to feel we have had amongst us. it has been the fashion to cry down all gardens as ugly and tasteless, which are not shaped by our modern notions. the formalities of the french and dutch have been sufficiently condemned. for my part, i like even them in their place. one would no more think of laying out grounds now in this manner, than of wearing elizabethan ruffs, or bag-wigs and basket-hilted swords; yet the old french and dutch gardens, as the appendages of a quaint old house, are in my opinion, beautiful. they are like many other things—not so much beautiful in[73] themselves, as beautiful by association—as memorials of certain characters and ages. a garden, after all, is an artificial thing; and though formed from the materials of nature, may be allowed to mould them into something very different from nature. there is a wild beauty of nature, and there is a beauty in nature linked to art: one looks for a very different kind of beauty in fields and mountains, to what one does in a garden. the one delights you by a certain rude freedom and untamed magnificence; the other, by smoothness and elegance—by velvet lawns, bowery arbours, winding paths, fair branching shrubs, fountains, and juxta-position of many rare flowers.

it appears to me that it is an inestimable advantage as it regards our gardens, that the former taste of the nation has differed so much from its present one. without this, what a loss of variety we should have suffered! if the taste of the present generation had been that of all past ages, what could there have been in the gardens of our past kings, nobles, and historical characters to mark them as strongly and emphatically as they are now marked? they now, indeed, seem to belong to men and things gone by; and i would as soon almost see one of our venerable cathedrals rased with the ground, as one of those old gardens rooted up. there is something in them of a sombre and becoming melancholy. they are in keeping with the houses they surround, and the portraits in the galleries of those houses. when we wander through the pleached alleys, and by the time-stained fountains of these old gardens, perished years indeed seem to come back again to us. in the centre of some vast avenue of majestic elms or limes, sweeping their boughs to the ground, “the dial-stone aged and green” arrests our attention, and points not to the present hour, but to the past. our historic memories are intimately connected with such places. our howards, essexes, surreys, and wolseys, were the magnificent founders and creators of such places; and in such, shakspeare and spenser, milton and bacon, and sidney mused. it is astonishing what numbers of our poets, philosophers, and literati, are connected with the history of our gardens by their writings, or love of them. sir henry wotton, parkinson, ray, john evelyn, sir walter raleigh, bacon, addison, pope, sir william temple, who not only wrote “the garden of epicurus,” but[74] so delighted in gardening that he directed in his will that his heart should be buried beneath the sun-dial in his garden at moor-park in surrey, where it accordingly was deposited in a silver box: horace walpole, locke, cowley, shenstone, charles cotton, waller, bishop fleetwood, spence, the author of polymetis, gilpin of the forest scenery, mason, dr. darwin, cowper, and many others, have their fame linked to the history or the love of gardens.

there is something very interesting too, in the biography of our old patriarchs of english gardening. there is scarcely one of those large nurseries and gardens round london but is connected with them, as their founders, or improvers—as the tradescants of lambeth,—london and wise of brompton,—philip miller of chelsea,—gray of fulham,—furber of kensington,—lee of hammersmith. it is cheering to observe how much our monarchs, from henry viii. to george iii. were, with their principal nobility, almost to a man, whatever was their character in other respects, not even excepting the dissipated charles ii., munificent patrons of gardening, and founders of grand gardens. it is interesting to read of the giant labours, and now apparently curious locations of our early gardeners and herbalists. how dr. turner imbibed botanical knowledge from lucas ghinus at bologna, and came and established a “garden of rare plants” at kew; while mrs. gape had another at westminster, which furnished the first specimens for chelsea garden. how ray, and lobel, and penny, roamed everywhere in search of new plants. how didymus mountain published his “gardener’s labyrinth:” how sir hugh platt, of lincoln’s-inn, gentleman, wrote the jewel house of art and nature, the paradise of kew, and the garden of eden, and had, moreover, a garden in st. martin’s lane. how the “rei rustic?” of conrad heresbach, counsellor to the duke of cleve, was translated by barnaby googe, and reprinted by gervase markham, gentleman, of gotham in nottinghamshire. how old john gerarde travelled, when young, up the baltic, and had his “physick garden” in holborn. how john parkinson travelled forty years before he wrote his “paradisus,” and was appointed by charles i. for his theatre of plants, botanicus regius primarius. how gabriel plattes, though styled by his cotemporaries, “an excellent genius,” and “of an adventurous caste[75] of mind,” died miserably in the streets. how walter blythe of oliver cromwell’s army wrote the “survey of husbandry,” which professor martyn pronounces “an incomparable work.” how samuel hartlib, the son of a polish merchant, the friend of milton, of archbishop usher and joseph meade, wrote his “legacy,” and assisted in establishing the embryo royal society; how john tradescant was in russia, and accompanied the fleet sent against the algerines in 1620, and collected on that occasion plants in barbary, and in the isles of the mediterranean; and how his son john, afterwards made a voyage in pursuit of plants to virginia, “and brought many new ones back with him.” how their museum, established in south lambeth, and called “tradescant’s ark,” was the constant resort of the great and learned; how it fell into the hands of elias ashmole, and became the ashmolean museum.

these, and such facts, shew us by what labours and steps our present garden-wealth has been raised; and diffuse an interest over a number of places familiar to us. go, indeed, into what part of the island we will, we find some object of attraction and curiosity in the gardens attached to our old houses. as the coach passes the residence of colonel howard, at leven’s bridge in westmoreland, it stops, the passengers get out, and mount upon its top, and there behold a fine old elizabethan house, standing in the midst of a garden of that age, with all its topiary-work, its fountains, statues, and lawns. at stonyhurst in lancashire, now a jesuit’s college, i was delighted to find a beautiful old garden of this description, which i have elsewhere described; and at margam abbey in south wales, i found a fine assemblage of orange trees, the very trees which sir henry wotton sent from italy as a present to james i. these trees had been thrown ashore here by the wreck of the vessel, and the owner of the place, by the king’s permission, built a splendid orangery to receive them, which stood in the centre of a garden surrounded on three sides by woody hills; and in which fuchsias, at least ten feet high, with stems thick as a man’s arm, were growing in the open air, and tulip-trees large as the forest trees around. but what gave a still greater charm to this garden was, that the ruins of a fine old abbey stood here and there on its lawn; arches, overgrown with[76] bushes, and the graceful pillars of a noble chapter-house, around whose feet lay stones of ancient tombs and curious sculpture. these are the things which give so delicious a variety to our english gardens: and when we bear in mind that many of those artifices and figures which we have been accustomed to treat with contempt as dutch, are in reality roman; that such things once stood in the magnificent gardens of lucullus and sallust; that the romans gathered them again from the eastern nations; that they are not only classical, but that, like many of the rites of our church and religious festivals, they are the reliques of the most ancient times, i think we shall be inclined to regard them with a greater degree of interest—not as objects to imitate or to place in any competition with our own more natural style, but as things which are of the most remote antiquity, and give a curious diversity to our country abodes. for my part, when i see even a fantastic peacock spreading its tail in yew in some old cottage or farm-house garden i think of pliny and his admiration of such topiary-work, and would not have it cut down for the world. even those summer-houses built in trees, such as that built by the king of belgium, in winter-down wood, near claremont; a sketch of which is presented in the title-page—were roman fancies; were formed, pliny tells us, amid the branches of any monarch trees that grew within their grounds, and that even caligula had one in a plane-tree, near his villa at velitr?, which he called his nest.

here then to all the sweet nests of english gardens, new or old, we bid adieu, with blessings on their pleasantness.