28 MY GARDEN ACCOUNTED FOR. 



Sometimes when I am working there with 

 him, it seems as if the mystical and eternal 

 paradise bordered on that old garden, and we 

 ni;ghi step over into it unawares. 



Then after an hour or two of labor follows 

 such a dinner. Benjamin's portion was a mor- 

 sel < ompared with the way my plate is heaped, 

 for 'somehow while there the old boyish appetite 

 conies back, and enough is made way with to 

 make one a very "blue Presbyterian " on any 

 ordinary occasion. 



Then comes a stroll to scenes abounding in 

 pleasant memories, or a shady seat in the old 

 garden again. 



Truly our Lord called heaven by a sweet 

 alluring name when He said the " Father's 

 house;" and my father's house is to me the 

 best type of the home above. 



This then is the good old stock out of which 

 my gaiden grew. When I remember how my 



