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swampy, marshy localities, where they o-row to enormous propor- 

 tions, full of large trusses of purple, white and variegated flowers. 



The fuchsia is a most gracefully beautiful flower ; I have in 

 mind a plant only about one year old that held upon its branches a 

 hundred perfect flowers, and that on a January day, when the snow 

 was over a foot deep out of doors. Could you imagine a more 

 attractive window than the one which exhibited this. They grow 

 from slips rapidly, when good soil and plenty of sunlight is fur- 

 nished for them. 



Palms require a deep pot, but are easily grown in rich, loamy 

 soil, with plenty of water. We must carefully watch them or the 

 scale will take possession of them. 



Verbenas now find a place in almost every garden, and rank 

 with the first among brilliant flowers. They are natives of Brazil 

 and love the hot sun and sand. A copious supply of suds on wash- 

 ing day is very beneficial to the verbena. Cuttings taken in August 

 will become well rooted for winter. 



" The lily of the valley " must not be forgotten. She hangs 

 her pearly head like so many fragrant censers, and is ever welcome 

 and ever lovely. Her sweet flowers require no care; they love the 

 shade and flourish in the out-of-the-way corners, if the soil be moist 

 and rich; are perfectly hardy, requiring no protection in the coldest 

 winter. 



While lavishing so much care and praise on the choice, popular 

 modern plants, we would not forget our old-fashioned and time- 

 honored flowers, the balsams, four-o'clocks, marigolds, poppies, sweet 

 pinks, and lark-spurs that still deserve a place in our affections; and 

 gardens, such as were grown to perfection by our dear, old grand- 

 mothers. All over this beautiful green earth of ours, a kind Father 

 has made things for our especial benefit and pleasure. When we 

 ride in the woods — Nature's park — we see rare and beautiful flow- 

 ers upon every hand. They require no slipping, laying or repotting; 

 we pass along, filled with admiration and wonder and awe, as the 

 scene stretches out before us, on down to the babbling brooklet's 

 side, and there we find a flower, tinged deeply with faith's unchang- 

 ing hue, pure as the ether in its bower of loveliest, serenest blue; 



The streamlet's gentle side it seeks, 



The quiet fount, the shaded grot; 

 And sweetly to the heart it speaks. 



Forget me not; forget me not. 



