FOREWORD 



before ever I suspected it, that among the things which 

 would come clamoring to be told, they would be 

 jostled perhaps, and sometimes thrust aside. So they 

 declined. And I cannot offer you a book of old 

 gardening dreams, but only of old gardening. 



VnrzLec -JvJ-pr- 



STATEN ISLAND, NEW YORK, 

 In the Indian Summer of 1912. 



