EIGHTH WEEK. 



Y garden has been visited by a High 

 Official Person. President G nt 

 was here just before the Fourth, 

 getting his mind quiet for that event by a few 

 days of retirement, staying with a friend at the 

 head of our street ; and I asked him if he would 

 n't like to come down our way Sunday afternoon, 

 and take a plain, simple look at my garden, eat 

 a little lemon ice-cream and jelly-cake, and drink 

 a glass of native lager-bier. I thought of put- 

 ting up over my gate, " Welcome to the Nation's 

 Gardener " ; but I hate nonsense, and did n't do 

 it. I, however, hoed diligently on Saturday: 

 what weeds I could n't remove I buried, so that 



