MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 3 



nobility ; and no man but feels more of a 

 man in the world if he have a bit of 

 ground that he can call his own. How 

 ever small it is on the surface, it is four 

 thousand miles deep ; and that is a very 

 handsome property. And there is a 

 great pleasure in working in the soil, 

 apart from the ownership of it. The 

 man who has planted a garden feels that 

 he has done something for the good of 

 the world. He belongs to the produ 

 cers. It is a pleasure to eat of the fruit 

 of one s toil, if it be nothing more than 

 a head of lettuce or an ear of corn. 

 One cultivates a lawn even with great 

 satisfaction; for there is nothing more 

 beautiful than grass and turf in our lati 

 tude. The tropics may have their de 

 lights; but they have not turf: and the 

 world without turf is - a dreary desert. 

 The original garden of Eden could not 

 have had such turf as one sees in Eng- 



