18 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



gone to seed ; and their roots go deeper 

 than conscience. Talk about the Lon 

 don Docks ! the roots of these are like 

 the sources of the Aryan . race. And 

 the weeds are not all. I awake in the 

 morning (and a thriving garden will 

 wake a person up two hours before he 

 ought to be out of bed), and think of 

 the tomato-plants, the leaves like fine 

 lace-work, owing to black bugs that skip 

 around, and can t be caught. Some 

 body ought to get up before the dew 

 is off, (why don t the dew stay on till 

 after a reasonable breakfast?) and 

 sprinkle soot on the leaves. I wonder 

 if it is I. Soot is so much blacker than 

 the bugs, that they are disgusted, and 

 go away. You can t get up too early, 

 if you have a garden. You must be 

 early due, yourself, if you get ahead 

 of the bugs. I think, that, on the 

 whole, it would be best to sit up all 



