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beloved Bishop of Chichester that he left 

 his umbrella against a fence, and the Lily- 

 gatherers trotted back a couple of steep 

 miles in the evening to find it. Most of the 

 Michaelmas Daisies and Perennial Sunflowers, 

 that promise so well for the Autumn, arrived 

 in a dog-cart one November day from a 

 delightful Berkshire garden twelve miles 

 away. The old Crimson Cloves, heavy with 

 blossom, and the brilliant little creeping 

 Veronica Rupestris that forms a dense border 

 of blue almost rivalling the colour of Litho- 

 spermum prostratum, are souvenirs of a garden 

 dear to us in childhood, where, when we tired 

 of play, we would petition our grandmother 

 for sticks of the twisted barley-sugar she 

 always kept in her sitting-room. The pale 

 blue Delphinium came from an old river- 

 side garden at Chiswick, whose owner is 

 working to help and pacify our brother Boer 

 at Bloemfontein ; and the tall purple Aster 

 hard by was a gift from a good cottage 

 neighbour, whose son in our Hampshire 

 Volunteers was also at Bloemfontein a few 



