Edward Bradley, Once a Week (1863)
“ Who loves a garden, loves a green-house too, says the poet Cowper; and it is in the green-houses and conservatories that a chief portion of the head-gardener’s labours can receive their due meed of appreciation. Indeed his labour and skill are by no means at an end when the flowers have been raised and brought into bloom; for their effect may be marred by an injudicious arrangement. The “grateful mixtures of well-matched and sorted hues,” is indispensable; and such a labour “asks the touch of taste.” ”
