MY GARDEN ACCOUNTED FOR. .3! 



aged to supply themselves, by hook and by 

 crook, mainly by the former. 



He was a kind, genial old gentleman, who 

 had a young heart, and planted better fruit than 

 pippins. It was his delight to visit schools and 

 speak to the young. I can see him now as I 

 remember him when I sat on the front bench 

 among the little boys. His benevolent, placid 

 face was shaded by curling silver locks, and as 

 he stood before us in his plain garb leaning on 

 his gold-headed cane, the rudest and most mis- 

 chievous urchin was subdued into a sort of 

 sympathetic respect. I think that he will eat 

 some of the fruit of such plantings in heaven. 



The worldly-wise are a shallow, short-sighted 

 set after all. 



"But what has all this to do with the gar- 

 den ? " growls some critical reader. 



Every one of any agricultural experience will 

 tell you that almost all vegetables and fruits 



