. Charles Eliot, landscape architect : a lover of nature and of his kind, who trained himself for a new profession, practised it happily and through it wrought much good. ecause the shops were closed. It was Satur-day afternoon, and the dismal pall of Sunday had fallenalready. On Monday he went by tram-car to the south verge of thesmoky city to Queens Park. I had been urged to be sure and see it; but I foundnothing worth while, — much carpet bedding, every plantnumbered, and a printed list under glass set alongside! Ijourneyed back again, and out another way to the BotanicGarden. It is chiefly
. Charles Eliot, landscape architect : a lover of nature and of his kind, who trained himself for a new profession, practised it happily and through it wrought much good. ecause the shops were closed. It was Satur-day afternoon, and the dismal pall of Sunday had fallenalready. On Monday he went by tram-car to the south verge of thesmoky city to Queens Park. I had been urged to be sure and see it; but I foundnothing worth while, — much carpet bedding, every plantnumbered, and a printed list under glass set alongside! Ijourneyed back again, and out another way to the BotanicGarden. It is chiefly a pleasure garden, with much bed-ding again, and shi-ubberies stiffly edged. A small plantcollection in one corner I looked over thoroughly, since itafforded a review of some of my labors at Kew. Next, Ilooked at the outside of the University buildings, and at thepark below it. During a shower I looked into a coming on, I discovered an interesting photographexhibition in the Public Galleries. I am weary of mists andshowers; and believe I have seen enough of British garden-ing. ... I shall skip to Edinburgh to-morrow. Glasgow isunprofitable and <Jbk s^c^wt^mT*
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