I/O MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



onions together. They are, for the time being, 

 separate from the world, and have a harmony of 

 aspiration. There is a hint here for the reform- 

 ers. Let them become apostles of the onion ; 

 let them eat, and preach it to their fellows, and 

 circulate tracts of it in the form of seeds. In 

 the onion is the hope of universal brotherhood. 

 If all men will eat onions at all times, they will 

 come into a universal sympathy. Look at Italy. 

 I hope I am not mistaken as to the cause of her 

 unity. It was the Reds who preached the gospel 

 which made it possible. All the Reds of Eu- 

 rope, all the sworn devotees of the mystic Mary 

 Ann, eat of the common vegetable. Their oaths 

 are strong with it. It is the food, also, of the 

 common people of Italy. All the social atmos- 

 phere of that delicious land is laden with it. 

 Its odor is a practical democracy. In the 

 churches all are alike : there is one faith, one 

 smell. The entrance of Victor Emanuel into 



