50 JANUARY. 



ter, the dews, the hasty storms, and the strong heats 

 of summer, lie between them and their enjoyment, 

 especially if they be of the delicate sex. But into 

 a garden a spot into which, by the magical power 

 of science, taste, and adventurous enterprise, the 

 sweetest and most beautiful vegetable productions, 

 not only of our own country, but of the whole globe, 

 are collected, they may step at all hours, and at all 

 seasons; yes, even through the hours of night, when 

 many glories of Nature are to be witnessed; her 

 sweetest odours are poured out ; her most impres- 

 sive and balmy quiet is sent upon earth. There, 

 fearless of any " pestilence that walks in darkness," 

 the gentlest and most timid creature may tread the 

 smooth path of the garden, and behold all the calm 

 pageantry of the glittering host of stars, of moon- 

 light and of clouds. The bowers of a good modern 

 garden invite us from the fierce heat of noon to the 

 most delicious of oratories, in dry summer eves, to 

 the most charming place of social enjoyment. A 

 garden, with all its accompaniments of bowers, 

 secluded seats, shrubberies, and hidden walks, is a 

 concentration of a thousand pleasant objects, and 

 the field of a multitude of animating pursuits. The 

 rarest beauties of the vegetable world are not only 

 there congregated, heightened in the richness and 

 splendour of their charms, but there many of them 

 are actually created. 



The feeble invalid and feebler age, they who 

 cannot lay hold on Nature in her amplitude, though 

 they may anxiously and intensely thirst to renew, 



