MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 53 



in the way of labor. But I find, in dis 

 secting a pea-blossom, that hidden in the 

 centre of it is a perfect miniature pea- 

 pod, with the peas all in it, as perfect 

 a pea-pod as it will ever be ; only it is 

 as tiny as a chatelaine ornament. Maize 

 and some other things show the same 

 precocity. This confirmation of the 

 theologic theory is startling, and sets 

 me meditating upon the moral possibili 

 ties of my garden. I may find in it yet 

 the cosmic egg. 



And, speaking of moral things, I am 

 half determined to petition the (Ecu 

 menical Council to issue a bull of ex 

 communication against &quot;pusley.&quot; Of 

 all the forms which &quot; error &quot; has taken 

 in this world,.! think that is about the 

 worst. In the middle ages, the monks 

 in St. Bernard s ascetic community at 

 Clairvaux excommunicated a vineyard 

 which a less rigid monk had planted 



