A PACKET OF SEEDS 



SAVED BY 



AN OLD GARDENER, 



MANY talk about the good old times. I re- 

 member times sixty years ago, and I can't 

 call them good times ; and if what I write 

 is read by young gardeners, I think they'll 

 say with me that my times any how, sixty 

 years ago, were bad times. I shall never 

 forget them till I forget my mother. She 

 was a good poor man's wife ; did for him 

 well ; fetched him from the public-house on 

 Saturday nights ; took out of his pocket 

 what money she could find when she got 

 him home to bed, and made the best of it. 

 Little schooling I got ; and what I did get 

 cost nothing, and was worth less; for the 

 master, who was too stupid for sexton and 

 clerk of the parish, and so lost the place, 

 made us all learn by heart what we did not 

 understand with the head more than the 



