MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



PRELIMINARY. 



rriHE love of dirt is among the earliest 

 -*- of passions, as it is the latest. Mud- 

 pies gratify one of our first and best in 

 stincts. So long as we are dirty, we are 

 pure. Fondness for the ground comes 

 back to a man after he has run the 

 round of pleasure and business, eaten 

 dirt, and sown wild-oats, drifted about 

 the world, and taken the wind of all its 

 moods. The love of digging in the 

 ground (or of looking on while he pays 

 another to dig) is as sure to come back 

 to him, as he is sure, at last, to go under 



