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OF THE JOURKAL OF HORTICULTURE. 



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MoMii'ri l;i>t .iii.trlci- 

 Sun rises 6h. 4m. 

 Kiufj'sColicgeopened, 1631 

 sail sets fj\i. 31in. 

 filarqui8 of Cornwallis 



[died, 1805 

 I'JTii Sdn. aft. Teinity 

 Ni:w moon 

 I'lTvantes born, 1547 

 f)xford ailcli. Term begins 

 Old Slichiielinas Day 

 K. Sttplieiison died, 1859 

 Fiic Insurance due 

 20th Son. aft, Tkiniiy 

 Sun rises 6h. 25m. 

 Moon's first nuarier 



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Sun fec-t-s f»ll. 



Swift died, 1745 



ISjiltle of Kavarino, 1827 



2lsT Sun. aft. Teinity 



Battle of lltixjir, 1764 

 , Battle of EdgeliUl, Iti-J'J 



Full moon 



St. Crispin's Diiy 



Royal Charter wreck. 18.'>9 



Siege ol Antwerp. 1H30 

 j 22ND Sun. aft. TlilMTY 

 ' Hare Hunting begins 

 [ Moon's last quarter 

 1^// Hallow's Eve 



only the flowers won't grow in our garden ; but they grow, 

 oh ! so big in granny's garden, so very big." And the child 

 opened his eyes, and all at once I saw the little face turn 

 white, and Charlie had fainted away. 



I took the little lad home ; and after he had recovered, we 

 left hiiu in bed, and I sat down to talk to his mother. 



It was a strange talc that Sarah told me — strange, and yet 

 showing in brightest characters the wondrous Love that is ever 

 at work around us, making even simple flowers His ministers, 

 and the voice of a little child, powerful as a trumpet's call. 



Charlie seldom spoke, the mother said, of the poverty and 

 distress he witnessed ; but she constantly saw him hiding 

 away his own food to give to neighbours' children more in 

 need than they were, and when she remonstrated, he only 

 crept nearer to her, and in tender loving words, so sirajjle, 

 and yet so full of meaning, entreated her to let him help the 

 angels weave his cro\ni. That very day, after the children 

 were gone to scliool, the mother had discovered that Charlie 

 had scarcely touched his breakfast, so that it was no wonder 

 he had been ill ; " and indeed. Miss," continued Sarah, " one 

 cannot resist his jdcading voice ; he speaks of the angels as 

 if they were his friends, and he could not bear to vex them. 

 It was only yesterday that his father made use of an oath, — it 

 was but quite a little one, please, Miss," said Sarah, apolo- 

 getically, "but Charlie ran to him all trembling and crying 

 out: "Oh! please don't, father, don't: the angels will hear, 

 and all the flowers will fade and die ;' and if you '11 believe 

 nie, John wasn't a bit angry, but he stooped and kissed 

 Charlie, and promised he would never swear again. And, 

 indeed, I do believe the child is helping to save the father 

 and me too; " and the mother's voice fell. I asked Sarah if 

 she could remember what first gave her boy the strange ideas 

 he had ? 



" It was when we were at Ansty, Miss," answered Sarah ; 

 " the clergyman's daughter, seeing the child's love of flowers, 

 used to give him one every Sunday, giving it some name, 

 and telling him to try and grow like it during the week, and 

 this took such hold of his mind, tliat it seemed as if he inust 

 be good. Father laughed at flrst, and I 'm afraid I laughed, 

 but somehow I know the child is right, and that we are 

 wrong ;" and the mother's face tinged with shame as she 

 added, " and I 've promised Chiudie I will never miss church 

 again, but always be there that the angels may hear our 

 voices together, and put honey-suckles in our crown. He 

 calls prayer honey-suckles, and when I asked him why, he 

 said he smelt them such a long way ofi', but he never seems 

 to have any real reason, Miss ; but, poor little fellow, he 's 

 not quite right, I fear." 



From the child we went on to talk of the husband and of 

 their saddened prospects. John had no work, and there was 

 uo prospect of anv. Grandfather had helloed them con- 

 tinually; but there was no trade now for higglers to speak of, 

 since Joseph's barn supplied coals, and for what coals he 

 sold there was no present payment. There had been some 

 talk of emigration, and John had made up his mind to emi- 

 grate, if only it could be managed ; for he felt, if he stayed in 

 England, he should onlv bring ruin on tlie dear old people a.s 

 well as on himself ; they had a few bits of things still left 

 they cotdd sell to pay 'their deljts, if only a free passage 

 could be procured for them. 



We turned the matter over in every way, but there seemed 

 nothing else to be done, and so it came to pass that the life- 

 long partins was looked upon as a settled thing ; and old 

 Mrs. Ingram's face grew very pale, for John was her darling 

 child, and little Charlie had become the light of her life : but 

 the steadfast, trusting faith that had been her characteristic 

 through life, did not forsake her now. John felt it would bo 

 for his happiness— the privations they were enduring were 

 very great— so she only said, "It is the Lord's will," and 

 then she was content. 



To little Charlie the coming ])arting seemed impossible— he 

 could not realize it ; he only shook his head, saying, " I can't 

 leave granny;" and when' asked if his mother should go 

 without him, he shook his head again, and answered still, 

 " I can't leave mother." He looked on all the preparations 

 with an untroubled eye, and spoke little ; was more than ever 

 occupied in his granny's garden; and was, if possible, more 

 gentle and loving in his ways. 



CuAp. HI. 



*' In all places, then, and in all season-s. 



Flowers eijiand their light and soid-liko wings, 

 Teaching us, by most persuasive re^vsous, 

 Uow akin they are to human things. 

 " And with cliild-liite, credulous affection, 

 ■\Ve behold their tender buds expand ; 

 Kinbleius of our own great Resurrection, 

 Emblems of the bright and better land " 



Longfellow. 



A YEAR had passed away since the calm July evening on 

 which I had first become' ac(iuainted with Charlie Ingram ; 

 during that time he had often been my companion to the 

 quiet churchyard. We had talked together of the dear ones 

 resting there", and of tlie briglit and beautiful world beyond 

 the grave. It was Charlie's special privilege to bring one 

 flower to add to the wreath. Sometimes it was in reality 



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