30 MY HARDEN ACCOUNTED FOR. 



among their trees or gardens seem to grow 

 perennial themselves. 



Adjoining my father's place, on what was a 

 barren hillside, stands a noble orchard planted 

 years ago by an old Quaker gentleman, whose 

 memory is still honored in that neighborhood. 

 Some, wise after the fashion of this world, 

 laughed at the gray-headed man as they passed, 

 and shouted from the roadside : 



" You will never eat the fruit of those trees, 

 Af lr. S ." 



" Others will, then," quietly answered the 

 good, benevolent man. 



But, bless you, he did eat their fruit year 

 after year, and, for all we know, his life was 

 lengthened out that he might, And others 

 have eaten them too. Not only have three 

 generations of his own family enjoyed them, but 

 a half-dozen families in the vicinity have man- 



