ANOTHER HARDY GARDEN BOOK 



after three busy weeks spent in seeing the 

 wonders and glories of the city. Nothing 

 gave me relief, I had no rest by day, no 

 sleep by night. Even recalling to my mind 

 the miracles of art recently seen could not 

 divert me from the suffering, but thoughts 

 of the far-away garden, its present state, the 

 flowers then blooming, what should be 

 planted in the coming Autumn, what new 

 work should be undertaken in the Spring, 

 served as an anodyne, and brought to mind 

 some words written years ago in our house- 

 book: 



"When tides of life run irk and stern, 

 Think of the farm at Meadowburn." 



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