8o FROM A MIDDLESEX GARDEN 



in form, and which in a very short time is to light the foliage 

 as with hundreds of silver tapers. 



April, too, is memory's month. Who is there, in looking 

 back down the long vista of vanished years, does not re- 

 member this month? Who cares to remember the dead 

 years by the golden leaves of Autumn? Not one of us. 

 Or to take one back to the past : who recalls the days of 

 Winter ? Few, if any. It was the rain and the green robe 

 of Spring that first impressed the beauty of seasons upon us, 

 the picture that has stayed with us, and is now greeting us 

 once again. 



