l6 WILL YOU WALK INTO MY GARDEN? 



mance in vain about the healthfulness of the lo- 

 cation, such rare salubrity that people do not 

 die, " but dry up and blow away." 



Nor do I mean to intimate that any such 

 gardening will answer as was suggested by an 

 enthusiastic Western orator, when he quoted : 

 " Our prairies are so fertile, that we have only 

 to tickle them with a plough and they laugh into 

 a harvest." It took a good deal more than 

 tickling to make my garden produce $2,000 in 

 one summer, I assure you. But I do hope to 

 show some that in their idle, weedy fields, and 

 neglected gardens, there is an unwrought mine 

 of wealth and happiness ; and I do mean to 

 prove that what they get will be by the " sweat 

 of the face," as God said of the first gardener 

 when he commenced breaking in such land as 

 ours. (I find the Bible and my garden fit to- 

 gether as accurately as an acorn in its cup, how- 

 ever "the authorities " may disagree. > But be- 



