his ever-present love for her, his keen anxiety to
keep her love, and to win her approval of everything he did.
The main interest of Marlborough's later life centered in Blenheim. The
Duchess had done the lion's share of the work of superintendence; it
remained for him to arrange the many works of art he had bought and had
been given during the war. There still exists an account of the prices he
paid for tapestries made in Brussels, most of which are now on the walls
of the house. Over the south front was placed a bust of Louis XIV., a
trophy taken from the gates of Tournay....
Changes of fashion and of taste have left their mark on Blenheim; and, as
the old oaks recall the joyousness of the Middle Ages, and the elms and
cedars have a certain air of eighteenth-century stateliness, so perhaps
the orchids, with their exotic delicacy, may be held typical of the
decadent present. From the house many treasures, once part of its
adornment, are now missed; and while books, pictures, and gems have
disappeared, modern ideas of comfort have suggested the insertion of
electric lights and telephones. To regret the treasures of the past is a
commonplace; it would seem fitter to make the best of the advantages of
the present.
WARWICK [Footnote: From "Sunny Memories of Foreign Lands."]
BY HARRIET BEECHER STOWE
When we came fairly into the courtyard of Warwick Castle, a scene of
magnificent beauty opened before us. I can not describe it minutely. The
principal features are the battlements, towers, and turrets of the old
feudal castle, encompassed by grounds on which has been expended all that
princely art of landscape gardening for which England is famous--leafy
thickets, magnificent trees, openings, and vistas of verdure, and wide
sweeps of grass, short, thick, and vividly green, as the velvet moss we
sometimes see growing on rocks in New England. Grass is an art and a
science in England--it is an institution. The pains that are taken in
sowing, tending, cutting, clipping, rolling, and otherwise nursing and
coaxing it, being seconded by the misty breath and often falling tears of
the climate, produce results which must be seen to be appreciated....
Here, under the shade of lofty cedars, has sprung and fallen an hereditary
line of princes. One can not but feel, in looking on these majestic trees,
with the battlements, turrets, and towers of the old castle everywhere
surrounding him, and the magnificent parks and lawns
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