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but the result of education, the sentiment of the love 

 of a garden is indubitably natural to man. We see 

 it developed in children at a very early age. Both 

 boys and girls, almost so soon as they are masters of 

 sufficient language to express such a want, desire a 

 few square feet — some nook of the garden or court- 

 yard, to be assigned them for their exclusive tillage ; 

 and they soon learn to emulate each other in the 

 taste and neatness with which it is planted and kept. 

 Often in the closest lanes of the city, we see children 

 of a very tatterdemalion appearance sedulously nurs- 

 ing their miserable little rose-bush, or sickly tuft of 

 daisies. This cannot be altogether referred to the 

 propensity for imitation, or to the love of property, 

 but must be ascribed to another, equally innate, and 

 far more amiable principle. It is that the human 

 heart is prone to sympathy. It must have some- 

 thing, — some sensitive if possible, or at least some 

 animate being, to cherish and look forward to with 

 hope. "Even every Cockney," say the Scottish re- 

 viewers, " must have his garden^ consisting of a pot 

 of geranium and a box of mignionette." 



Captain Lyon, after noticing a fact which might 

 strike some as very extraordinary, viz. that on leav- 

 ing his winter quarters in one of the most desolate, 

 inhospitable regions on earth, where he had been 

 imprisoned for nine dark and dreary months, his own 

 sensations certainly bordered closely on regret ; — and 

 giving as a reason, that, miserable as it was, it had 

 still afforded him a kind of home, and some spots 

 there had from habit become possessed of many 



