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of the fragrant delight of flowering Buckwheat — 

 may the breezes blow such fragrance far from me ! 

 But why dwell on perfumes ; flowers were made to 

 look at, not to smell ; sprays of Sweet Balm or Basil 

 leaves outsweeten every flower, and make no pretence 

 or thought of beauty ; render to each its own virtues, 

 and try not to engross the charm of another. 



" I was indeed the queen of the garden, and here 

 I am exiled behind the barn. Life is not worth liv- 

 ing. I won't come up again. She will walk through 

 the garden next May and say, ' How dull and shabby 

 the garden looks this year ! the spring is backward, 

 everything has run to leaves, nothing is in bloom, 

 we must buy more fertilizer, we must get a new gar- 

 dener, we must get more plants and slips and seeds 

 and bulbs, it is fearfully discouraging, I never saw 

 anything so gone off! ' then perhaps she will remem- 

 ber, and regret the friend of her grandparents, the 

 Crown-imperial — whom she thrust from her Garden 

 of Delight." 



