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years ago, fighting brother Boer. The Jeru- 

 salem Cowslip, the red Poeony, and many 

 another treasure, are gifts from a little walled 

 garden half a mile away where everything 

 grows because everything is loved. While 

 golden Alstroemerias and fiery Montbretias 

 have travelled hither from the stately precincts 

 of an Archiepiscopal palace, and hold their 

 heads high in consequence. And thus, we 

 walk beside our Border of Friendship in the 

 long July evenings when work is done, weav- 

 ing garlands of pleasant thoughts and tender 

 memories. 



A busy time in all gardens, great or small, 

 is this month of July the turning-point of 

 the year, when our labours are crowned with 

 their fairest results. Though the beds were 

 filled long ago with bedding plants, and with 

 those charming half-hardy annuals, Asters and 

 Stocks, Zinnias, Salpiglosis, Nemesia, and so 

 forth, that cost so little and add so greatly to 

 their beauty from August to November, they 

 need care. Verbenas and Ivy-leaf Geraniums 

 must be pegged down ; and the old-fashioned 



