12 FROM A MIDDLESEX GARDEN 



warrant full enjoyment of the coming Spring. We must 

 first learn to know the long weeks of the empty land of 

 Winter, and watch the threads of many a silver rain inter- 

 lacing the trees. Every vestige of Autumn's spoil must be 

 buried to give its life back as nourishment to the root that 

 gave it its beauty, and who knows but what each one will 

 find resurrection in a new leaf? The herald star of Spring 

 will soon be seen in the yellow celandine, and a joy unspeak- 

 able is born, when from its lowly cradle it sends forth its 

 rays of light which fail not to reach our hearts ! 



