MY GARDEN WHAT FRUITS WERE CULTIVATED. 



Again, the beds were scattered all over the 

 garden, and in looking after this, and strolling 

 around it, I had to pass them continually ; and 

 surely the gloomiest ascetic could not resist 

 their alluring red cheeks, as half-hidden, like 

 coy beauties, they peeped out from the partial 

 shade of the leaves. If all eaten during the 

 season in this promiscuous manner were placed 

 in one pile, I fear my friends would regard 

 me with something of the same wonder that 

 Goldsmith's rustics had for their pedagogue's 

 head. 



The birds, too, proved arrant thieves. From 

 the sedate robins and demure little wrens to 

 the saucy cedar- birds, with their jaunty red 

 topknots, it was all the same. From the time 

 the berries reddened, like the Great Reformer, 

 they all turned their backs on the "diet of 

 worms," and, though their crops were greatly 

 increased, my crop was sensibly diminished 



