On the situation of this charming
country seat we might exhaust pages and never weary of the effort.
It stood on a rising knoll surrounded by the picturesque scenery of
Sussex Vale. Here was that enchanting beauty of nature in which the
most aesthetic soul might revel. In the months of summer the verdure
was "a thing of beauty." Luxuriant meadows showered with golden
buttercups, alternating with patches of highly-scented red and white
clover, while the air seemed freighted with the balsamic odor of the
crowning foliage. But the foliage of "Gladswood"! We have no powers
capable of description. The majestic maples, stately willows and
graceful elms were grouped with an effect that baffled the mind of
man. And the interfacings of soft feathery furze, moss and ferns.
Surely this spot must have been in the mystic ages one grand
amphitheatre for the sylvan deities. And the stately manor-house,
for such it much resembles with its quaint wings and irregular
outbuildings. Its old-fashioned windows, tall chimneys, projecting
eaves and arched doorway have an inviting appearance and impresses
one with the fact that there are still some substantial homes--some
reminder of the past.
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