8O MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



ciated his quiet hour in my garden. He said it 

 carried him back to his youth farther than any 

 thing he had seen lately. He looked forward 

 with delight to the time when he could again 

 have his private garden, grow his own lettuce 

 and tomatoes, and not have to get so much 

 &quot; sarce &quot; from Congress. 



The chair in which the President sat, while 

 declining to take a glass of lager, I have had 

 destroyed, in order that no one may sit in it 

 It was the only way to save it, if I may so speak. 

 It would have been impossible to keep it from 

 use by any precautions. There are people who 

 would have sat in it, if the seat had been set 

 with iron spikes. Such is the adoration of 

 Station. 



