30 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



eral times, in its progress, I was tempted 

 to do as Adam did, who abandoned his 

 garden on account of the weeds. (How 

 much my mind seems to run upon 

 Adam, as if there had been only 

 two really moral gardens, Adam s and 

 mine !) The only drawback to my re 

 joicing over the finishing of the first 

 hoeing is, that the garden now wants 

 hoeing. the second time. I suppose, if 

 my garden were planted in a perfect 

 circle, and I started round it with a 

 hoe, I should never see an opportunity 

 to rest. The fact is,- that gardening is 

 the old fable of perpetual labor; and 

 I, for one, can never forgive Adam Sisy 

 phus, or whoever it was, who let in the 

 roots of discord. I had pictured my 

 self sitting at eve, with my family, in 

 the shade of twilight, contemplating a 

 garden hoed. Alas ! it is a dream not to 

 be realized in this world. 



