The Charm of Color 



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The seeds of this beloved Ambrosia, which filled 

 my mother's garden in every spot in which it 

 could spring, and which overflowed with cheerful 

 welcome into the gardens of our neighbors, was 

 given her from the garden of a great-aunt in Wal- 

 pole, New Hampshire. This Walpole garden was 



Star of Bethlehem. 



a famous gathering of old-time favorites, and it had 

 the delightful companionship of a wild garden. On 

 a series of terraces with shelving banks, which reached 

 down to a stream, the boys of the family planted, 

 seventy years ago, a myriad of wild flowers, shrubs, 

 and trees, from the neighboring woods. By the side 

 of the garden great Elm trees sheltered scores of 

 beautiful gray squirrels ; and behind the house and 



