FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 83 



When Adam dolvo, and Eve span, 

 Who was then the gentleman ? 



Din you ever hear an easier conundrum 

 in your life ? The journeyman gardener 

 who could not guess this at the first attempt, 

 is not worth his salt. 



I have been at it for two days. After 

 many hours labour, I am forced this after 

 noon to confess that it is easier in theory 

 than in practice. How can there be so 

 many stones in so small a piece of ground ? 

 Why will the teeth of the rake catch in 

 the edge of the sod and turn it up, and 

 compel me to pull and push and beat it in 

 order to work out the rich mould, before 

 the grass can be thrown off upon the border 

 or left to wither upon the surface ? And 

 why, O why, is it such a labour to get the 

 kink out of the back, and put some flexi 

 bility into the spine once more ? 



Ah ! but when I raise my eyes ! There, 

 before me are the everlasting hills, &quot;from 



