ELEVENTH WEEK. 



ERHAPS, after all, it is not what you 

 get out of a garden, but what you put 

 into it, that is the most remunerative. 

 What is a man ? A question frequently asked, 

 and never, so far as I know, satisfactorily an- 

 swered. He commonly spends his seventy 

 years, if so many are given him, in getting 

 ready to enjoy himself. How many hours, how 

 many minutes, does one get of that pure con- 

 tent which is happiness ? I do not mean lazi- 

 ness, which is always discontent ; but that se- 

 rene enjoyment, in which all the natural senses 

 have easy play, and the unnatural ones have 

 a holiday. There is probably nothing that has 



