THE GARDENER 



this time the young Scotch gardener's solicitude 

 and anxious effort never flagged. The season 

 waxed late, weather remained fine, and the chat- 

 elaine felt that there was still time to move other 

 trees, her mind's eye full of visions. But it oc- 

 curred to her that the gardener should now be 

 given a modicum of rest from his monotonous 

 labor, that as the fit reward of diligence the word 

 evergreen should not again that season reach his 

 ear, and this reflection was at once acted upon. 

 Often, I believe, is such consideration shown to 

 the men who are our daily companions and co- 

 workers in our gardens and without whom, where 

 large gardening operations are concerned, we 

 should be lost indeed. 



To paraphrase the Johnsonian dictum, much 

 may be made of a gardener if he be caught young. 

 The amateur who works constantly among his 

 flowers has an ideal in his mind: a young, strong, 

 willing man, an intelligent man, one who shall 

 be quick not only to carry out his employer's 

 wishes but to study the tastes and doings of the 

 garden's owner, to learn to imitate them that he 

 may do successfully in that master's absence. In 

 the good professional gardener I have perhaps 

 fancied that I noticed a certain gentleness of de- 



