The Rescue of an Old Place 



good for little but blossoms. There is a 

 huge Viburnum bush in the orchard which 

 is a snowy mass in May, when the Snow- 

 berry buds are showing their little pink 

 heads against the fence, where they strug- 

 gle with the wild Raspberry bushes which 

 make their life burdensome to them ; and 

 in places through the grass, where once a 

 well kept Strawberry patch existed, are to 

 be found the white blossoms of a few sur- 

 vivors mightier than their conquerors. 



In a low, neglected spot is a clump of 

 those old orange-colored Lilies that used 

 always to abound in country gardens, for 

 once established they could never be 

 rooted out ; and these, undiscouraged by 

 frequent mowings, bloom and spread in 

 unchecked luxuriance. 



There are Lilacs, purple, white and Per- 

 sian, in profusion, and the Mock Orange 

 and Spiraeas all have their turn as the 

 seasons go round. One White Lilac has 



shot up to the height of a two-story house, 

 and now that the windows are no longer 

 there to help one to gather them, it shows, 

 when in bloom, a crown of inaccessible 

 blossoms; others yield their wealth of 

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