- Garden, Alexander, November 4, 1754, letter to Cadwallader Colden, describing John Bartram (New York: The New York Historical Society, 1920), view on Zotero.</ref>
"I have met wt very Little new in the Botanic way unless Your acquaintance Bartram, who is what he is & whose acquaintance alone makes amends for other disappointments in that way.... One Day he Dragged me out of town & Entertain'd me so agreably with some Elevated Botanicall thoughts, on oaks, Firns, Rocks & c that I forgot I was hungry till we Landed in his house about four Miles from Town....
"His garden is a perfect portraiture of himself, here you meet wt a row of rare plants almost covered over wt weeds, here with a Beautiful Shrub, even Luxuriant Amongst Briars, and in another corner an Elegant & Lofty tree lost in common thicket — on our way from town to his house he carried me to severall rocks & Dens where he shewed me some of his rare plants, which he had brought from the Mountains &c. In a word he disdains to have a garden less than Pensylvania [sic] & Every den is an Arbour, Every run of water, a Canal, & every small level Spot a Parterre, where he nurses up some of his Idol Flowers & cultivates his darling productions. He had many plants whose names he did not know, most or all of which I had seen & knew them — On the other hand he had several I had not seen & some I never heard of."
- Ogilvie, George, 1776, describing Alexander Garden's villa, Otranto, in Carolina; or, The Planter (Berkeley and Berkeley, 1969, 352-57)
- "And lo! my friend, where all the muse demands,
- "On Goose-creeks anks they own Otranto stands!
- "Where pleas'd and wond'ring as we thrid the maze,
- "We doubt what beauty first demands our praise
- "The river bounded by the impervious shade,
- "The smooth green meadow, or the enamel'd glade
- "Where all the pride of Europe's florist yields
- "To the assembled wildings of our fields....
- "Here Pales seems with Flora to have strove,
- "To blend the beauties of the lawn and grove....
- Bright as the blush of Venus when she loves,
- "Sweet as the woodbine of her Paphean groves...
- "From tree to tree the flow'ry tindrils rove
- "Till one continu'd garland binds the grove—
- "Winding through shady walks, we slow descent,
- "To skirt the mead, or trace the river's bend...