54 MY GARDEN HOW IT GREW. 



make them pay their own way. Then, while I 

 am writing a sermon or making calls, the pestif- 

 erous weeds will not steal a march on me. I 

 will have a rough and ready lieutenant, who will 

 carry on an active campaign unceasingly, with 

 hoe and fork, while I often retire f:o the shade to 

 provide the strategy. I find that a good deal 

 of strategy is necessary, especially in hot 

 weather. 



Now, my Naboth, whose vineyard is hard by 

 the parsonage, was a most worthy old gentle- 

 man that has proved a friend indeed. So far 

 from looking upon him with an evil eye, or 

 meditating against him deadly designs, I would 

 gladly give him a lease of life for nine hundred 

 and ninety-nine years. He lives right on the 

 edge of the bluff overhanging the river, and 

 from his front piazza has one of the finest 

 views in America. Between his house and 

 the parsonage lies the coveted field, and 



