236 A GARDEN DIARY 



whom the future can hold no compensations ; for 

 whom the very things that they love the best 

 their gardens ; the walks they pace along ; the 

 flowers that they stoop to pick must henceforth 

 seem all bestreaked and shadowed over by the 

 red, abhorrent shadow of the battlefield. Truly 

 the garden is a place of peace, but it may also 

 be a place of the most cruel, the most unde- 

 served war, and the bullets that have been speed- 

 ing thousands of miles away, have too often 

 found their last, and their deadliest targets within 

 its circle. 



