OLD-FASHIONED FLOWERS 



some which, discouraged at last, have 

 lately disappeared, of which the seeds 

 have died under the ruins, which will 

 no more know the dew of the gardens 

 and which we shall find only in very old 

 books, amid the bright grass of the Illu- 

 minators or along the yellow flower- 

 beds of the Primitives. 



They are driven from the borders and 

 the proud baskets by arrogant stran- 

 gers from Peru, the Cape of Good Hope, 

 China, Japan. They have two pitiless 

 enemies in particular. The first of these 

 is the encumbering and prolific Bego- 

 nia Tuberosa, that swarms in the beds 

 like a tribe of turbulent fighting-cocks, 

 with innumerous combs. It is pretty, 

 but insolent and a little artificial; and, 



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