APRIL 69 



was, that with every passing step, crossing 

 over to the gravel, or with the sweep of 

 a trailing gown, should arise sweet thy my 

 odours on the air. But the thing did not 

 succeed. The gold and silver thyme all 

 died away before any one had enjoyed it 

 much. And yet perhaps, the idea is 

 worthy of another trial. Perhaps thyme 

 or wild mint might be induced to grow 

 upon the lawn, and in the mowing or the 

 treading it would smell deliciously. A 

 trimly shaped Rosemary in bloom, is about 

 as pleasant a sight as can well be seen on 

 an April day. The l sweet gaping flowers ' 

 of a bluish-grey, set not too thickly among 

 the dark green narrow leaves, give such 

 a sense of neatness ; they look so clean 

 and cool, that the wonder is the sweet- 

 smelling shrub should not be a greater 

 favourite. Two hundred years ago it seems 

 to have been planted in every garden. 

 Then there were gilded rosemarys, and 

 Rosemary of the poets, and several wild 

 rosemarys all grown for physical or civil 

 purposes. It was used at weddings, and 

 funerals, and a bundle of it was a welcome 



