"I love my garden * * It makes one very humble to see 

 oneself surrounded by such a wealth of beauty and 

 perfection * anonymously * lavished/* 



ELIZABETH AND HER GERMAN GARDEN. 



AUGUST 



/ T~ A HE place of our sojourn this year by the sea was an 

 * ideal little spot 



" All sand and cliff and deep inrunning cave." 



And these words of Tennyson's give a very true description 

 of the shores around the peaceful village on the coast, 

 with its little white cots above the golden stretch of 

 sand, sunning themselves in the pure sunlight, sparkling in 

 the clear air. It was an ideal spot for a peaceful sojourn ; 

 it is a fair picture to conjure up in the Autumn twilight. 

 How often will steal back to my memory that little village 

 by the sea, ever as vivid and as fair in colour and detail as 

 a picture fresh from an artist's easel ; its quaint street, each 

 little fisher-homestead with its well-stocked garden of old- 

 world flowers. But of these anon. High above the shore 

 the white cliffs tower, the sea-gulls spread their white wings 

 at the least sound, and drop into the blue dreamy waters 

 like opals thrown from hands invisible. For lovers of flowers 

 one need not be a botanist to be this a goodly store of 

 cliff-plants might be found. There, on cliff-ledge and from 

 crevice, the 



Little thrift 

 Trembling in perilous places o'er the deep," 



intermingling with the glaucous and aromatic leaflets of the 

 samphire, that plant dearly loved by our forefathers as an 



