We paid a visit on the last day of our stay to the residence of Mr Smith, in the island of Tresco.  On landing, we proceeded across a park, and approached the large, many-gabled house, in front of which the rocky ground was completely concealed by masses of blooming creepers.  We passed between beautiful flower-beds, among which grew magnificent aloes, twenty feet in height, covered with bloom.  We wellnigh lost ourselves in the labyrinth of walks, literally shaded by scarlet geraniums of giant growth, and shrubs, such as grow nowhere in the open air on the mainland, many of them of extreme beauty, brought from all parts of the world.  In the midst of the gardens we came upon the ivy-mantled arches of the ruined abbey of Tresco, which has reared its head in these far off islands for the last eight centuries.  We all of us agreed that we had never before been in so perfect a garden, so rich with a profusion of flowers.  Mr Smith, in making this "Paradise," had an object in view--to set an example to the inhabitants of these lonely islands, to show them what Nature will do for them, when they put their shoulder to the wheel; and in few parts of the world are the climate and soil so suited to the production of floral wonders.