WILL YOU WALK INTO MY GARDEN? 13 



my garden with a high-sounding theory that a 

 score of savans have sat on, thus giving their seal 

 and sanction, and with this seeking to daunt the 

 good dame, I saunter leisurely around my walks 

 (which much resemble cow-paths), and watch 

 for sly hints, suggestive nods and beckonings. 

 While in this spirit she will often give you a 

 glimpse of a secret, as a kindly old lady shows 

 to her grandchild the end of a paper parcel pro- 

 truding from her capacious pocket. Follow up 

 sharply and the treasure is yours. 



Therefore it has seemed to me that what I 

 have done any one can do, who is willing to soil 

 black clothes and white hands. Of course, there 

 are two other conditions. First, land ; second, 

 a love, natural or acquired, for its cultivation. 

 A back-yard in the city can grow little save 

 cats, and the mellowest garden in the world will 

 become a tangle of thorns under a man who 

 hates and shirks its care. 



