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varieties; one clings by viscid disks, as does the Japan woodbine, and 

 will cling to smooth surfaces tenaciously, is slender-growing, with 

 reddish bark, while the other climbs by simple tendrils like the grape» 

 and cannot be attached to smooth surfaces except artificially, and is 

 stouter-growing, with gray bark. 



The brilliancy of the autumn foliage of the Virginia creeper is un- 

 excelled ; even among the brilliant colors of the maples and oaks it is 

 conspicuous, the intense scarlet in dark and light shades is beautifully 

 blended with yellow. Many a hard, rough wall and ugly stump is 

 transformed into a thing of beauty with the graceful festoons ot the 

 Virginia creeper. 



Another valuable climber is the "bittersweet" (^Celastrus scan- 

 dens) and its chief attraction lies not in the foliage but in the fruit, 

 for as soon as the frost has given the yellow clusters a severe pinching 

 the berries burst open their hard little coats, throw them back, and 

 disclose their bright orange lining and seeds within: and these cling 

 to their stems for a long time in the winter, and make a brilliant dis- 

 play when their surroundings appear dull and sombre. 



This plant, like the Virginia creeper, is a rapid grower and adapted 

 to a great variety of soils and situations. It does not festoon so grace- 

 fully as the last, and has a foliage of a lighter shade of green, that 

 turns a uniform bright yellow shade in autumn. — Ladies Floral Cah- 

 inei- 



grandmother's garden. 



I've been back to grandmother's garden, 



Where the dear old flowers grow 

 That she planted there and tended 



In the summers long ago — 

 The sweet, old-fashioned flowers 



That used to delight her so. 



There are lilacs by gate and doorway, 



And lillies, all in a row, 

 Whose blossoms we fancied trumpets 



For fairy bands to blow ; 

 And southern-wood, spicily fragrant, 



By the door-stone, worn and low. 



Pinks that are rich with odors 



Of clove and myrrh are there, 

 And I seem, when I smell their fragrance,. 



To be in the house of prayer 

 In grandmother's pew, on Sunday, 



Close by the pulpit stair. 



