MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 91 



ELEVENTH WEEK. 



TJEKHAPS, after all, it is not what you 

 -*- get out of a garden, but what you put 

 into it, that is the most remunerative. 

 What is a man ? A question frequently 

 asked, and never, so far as I know, satis 

 factorily answered. He commonly spends 

 his seventy years, if so many are given 

 him, in getting ready to enjoy himself. 

 How many hours, how many minutes, 

 does one get of that pure content 

 which is happiness? I do not mean 

 laziness, which is always discontent ; but 

 that serene enjoyment, in which all the 

 natural senses have easy play, and the 

 unnatural ones have a holiday. There 

 is probably nothing that has such a tran 

 quillizing effect, and leads into such con- 



