in the old garden at Chartersville, in the little ruined summer-house where the roses bod and blossom and break year after year. As he might himself have wished, in the words of a poet he loved. ^‘To lay me shrouded in the living leaf. By some not unfrequented garden side.'' ^ ^ ^ ** And when like… … ( )
Moffitt, Ernest · Drawing, Australian
Internet Archive · Getty Research Institute · Public domain (published before 1931). Free to use for anything.