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yet are so near the coast, that it is happily 

 tempered by the sea It thus meets the needs 

 of invalids, and probably does them more good 

 than anything else can, save an hour or two 

 daily with a hoe or rake over the fresh soil. 



My garden is also a classic region, which is 

 fitting, as gardening is highly classical. I can 

 sit in the shade of my lima beans, or beneath a 

 spreading Kittatinny blackberry bush, eating a 

 juicy berry now and then, as thinking is dry 

 work, and meditate on the past. There before 

 me in the distance rises Fort Putnam, still a 

 stately ruin, and there across the river is the 

 house where Arnold plotted his treason, and 

 there the ravine down which he ran, and the 

 little cove from which he embarked in breath- 

 less haste on its discovery. The Father of 1 is 

 country has been here. He may have stocJ 

 where my garden now is. Hallowed soil ! 

 Why should not things grow? Perhaps this 



