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come in. For when dandelions are cut 
down they manage to cast their seeds about 
so cunningly on the bare spots from which 
they were uprooted, that a joyous crop of 
young ones springs up in their places, and 
soon are blooming with a will. These 
indefatigable colonisers recall Mark Twain’s 
delightful sarcasm about the English, when 
he says they are expressly mentioned in the 
Bible in the words, ‘‘ Blessed are the meek.”’ 
But a truce to dandelions. Let us take 
them as a means of discipline; wholesome, 
perhaps, like their bitter salad in the spring, 
and calculated to chasten the spirit of the 
too-confident amateur. 
The pride of the garden now is the May 
tulips, Gesnerianas and Darwins, of elegant 
shape and beautiful colours, pink flushed 
with cherry, red fired with crimson. They 
belong among the nobler flowers, and have 
a grace unknown to the earlier varieties. 
Where the sunshine lights them up they shine 
with the pure tints of stained glass, vivid 
and full of life, yet rich and subdued. I 
