128 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



The Flemish Beauties come off readily from the 

 stem, if I take them in my hand : they say all 

 kinds of beauty come off by handling. 



The garden is peace as much as if it were an 

 empire. Even the man s cow lies down under 

 the tree where the man has tied her, with such 

 an air of contentment, that I have small desire 

 to disturb her. She is chewing my cud as if it 

 were hers. Well, eat on and chew on, melan 

 choly brute. I have not the heart to tell the 

 man to take you away : and it would do no good 

 if I had ; he would n t do it. The man has not 

 a taking way. Munch on, ruminant creature. 

 The frost will soon come ; the grass will be 

 brown. I will be charitable while this blessed 

 lull continues : for our benevolences must soon 

 be turned to other and more distant objects, 

 the amelioration of the condition of the Jews, 

 the education of theological young men in tha 

 West, and the like. 



