food," to have known no other place, and then to 

 have been driven forth into the great world without 

 hope of returning ! O Eve, had you not desired 

 wisdom, your happy children might still be tilling 

 the soil of that blessed Eden! * *. * And then, to 

 leave the lovely place at the loveliest of all times 

 in a garden, the cool of the day ! Faint sunset 

 hues tinting the sky, the night breeze gently stirring 

 the trees; lilies and roses giving their sweetest per- 

 fume, brilliant Venus mounting her accustomed path, 

 while the sleepy twitter of the birds alone break the 

 silence ! Then the voice of wrath, the Cherubim, 

 the turning flaming sword ! Helgn Ruthurford ^ 



A Garden was the habitation of our first parents 

 before the fall. It is naturally apt to fill the mind 

 with calmness and tranquillity, and to lay all its tur- 

 bulent passions at rest. It gives us a great insight 

 into the contrivance and wisdom of Providence, and 

 suggests innumerable subjects for meditation. 



Joseph Addison. 



The New Eden 



When man provoked his mortal doom, 

 And Eden trembled as he fell, 



When blossoms sighed their last perfume, 

 And branches waved their long farewell, 



One sucker crept beneath the gate, 

 One seed was wafted o'er the wall, 



One bough sustained his trembling weight 

 These left the garden, these were all. 



And far o'er many a distant zone 



The wrecks of Eden still are flung : 



The fruits that Paradise hath known 

 Are still in earthly gardens hung. 



Oliver Wendell Holmes. 



