128 MI SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



does. I doubt not, that, if I were to 

 leave my garden now for a week, it 

 wouldn t know me on my return. The 

 patch I scratched over for the turnips, 

 and left as clean as earth, is already fall 

 of ambitious &quot;pusley,&quot; which grows 

 with all the confidence of youth and the 

 skill of old age. It beats the serpent 

 as an emblem of immortality. While 

 all the others of us in the garden rest 

 and sit-in comfort a moment, upon the 

 summit of the summer, it is as rampant 

 and vicious as ever. It accepts no 

 armistice. 



