i68 FROM A MIDDLESEX GARDEN 



many graceful grasses and pale purple valerian. Dim grow 

 those distant acres, scarlet with the blossom of bean, and the 

 air is full of the souls of flowers, which is their perfume, 

 as the night-time silence creeps over the world, and the 

 only sound is the merry chirp of the cricket in the sun- 

 warmed wall. 



