THE SUMMER GARDEN 105 



thing of beauty and delight, with his free- 

 growing standard Roses, probably budded by 

 himself on Summer evenings, and his proces- 

 sions of Our Lady's white Lilies that flourish 

 with an exasperating vigour and beauty ours 

 never attain, despite all our anxious perhaps 

 over-anxious care. 



This personal note, whether it be left for 

 those who come after or whether it exists for 

 our own delectation in the present, speaking 

 to us of places and people we like and love, 

 is, in truth, a matter not to be neglected 

 and set aside as of no account. And in 

 every garden, great or small, whether it is 

 worked by half one man or by forty, it is 

 easy to create one pleasant place where at 

 every turn we are reminded of our friends, 

 and of our beggings and borrowings let us 

 hope not of our pickings and stealings from 

 their gardens. We may make it each one 

 according to our fancy ; and never, oh ! never 

 let it be on any set plan. 



My Border of Friendship, filled with gifts 

 from far and near, happens to be a long 



