112 THE FERN PARADISE, 



have, even in midwinter, a miniature fernery. Do 

 you want a sweet smell as from a country lane ? 

 Take off the covering of glass, and your tiny im- 

 prisoned favourites will exhale the sweet familiar 

 odours ; and where the moisture has rested on 

 their feathery tips, there you will see as if it had 

 been dewdrops. 



Have you a dark, damp corner in your garden, 

 where you cannot get your flowers to grow? If 

 you have and few there are who have not, for 

 everything has its shady side throw some loose 

 stones together in rockery form, and plant ferns 

 there. They will revel in the obscurity of the 

 retreat which you have chosen for them, and smile 

 gracefully and thankfully upon you from out of 

 their dark corner. 



Everywhere if you will, in your gardens and in 

 your houses, you may have a " Fern Paradise "- 

 "a thing of beauty and a joy for ever/' Even 

 the poorest of the poor, compelled by the unceas- 

 ing pressure of " work ! work ! work ! " to cry, in 

 the touching words which have immortalized their 

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