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from it to our Roses. I recall well these little plant 

 insects, for I was very fond of picking the tubes of 

 the Honeysuckle for the drop of pure honey within, 

 and I had to abandon reluctantly the sweet morsels. 



We have in our garden, and it is shown on the 

 succeeding page, a vine which we carefully cherished 

 in seedlings from year to year, and took much pride 

 in. It came to us with the Ambrosia from the 

 Walpole garden. It was not common in gardens 

 in our neighborhood, and I always looked upon it 

 as something very choice, and even rare, as it cer- 

 tainly was something very dainty and pretty. We 

 called it Virgin's-bower. When I went out into 

 the world I found that it was not rare, that it grew 

 wild from Connecticut to the far West ; that it was 

 Climbing Fumitory, or Mountain Fringe, Adlumia. 

 W T hen Mrs. Margaret Deland asked if we had 

 Alleghany Vine in our garden, I told her I had 

 never seen it, when all the while it was our own 

 dear Virgin's-bower. It doesn't seem hardy enough 

 to be a wild thing ; how could it make its way against 

 the fierce vines and thorns of the forest when it 

 hasn't a bit of woodiness in its stems and its leaves 

 and flowers are so tender ! I cannot think any gar- 

 den perfect without it, no matter what else is there, 

 for its delicate green Rue-like leaves lie so gracefully 

 on stone or brick walls, or on fences, and it trails its 

 slender tendrils so lightly over dull shrubs that are 

 out of flower, beautifving them afresh with an alien 

 bloom of delicate little pinkish blossoms like tiny 

 Bleeding-hearts. 



Another old favorite was the Balloon vine, some- 



