XIV. 



GARDENING OVER A WINTER FIRE. 



THE holidays are past, and Santa Claus has 

 either remembered us, or we were obliged to 

 remember that we were Santa Claus. Snow 

 and sleigh-riding have lost their novelty. We 

 have been to town, read the new books, had 

 the influenza, nearly finished our lecture course, 

 and in brief have almost exhausted the proper 

 things of the winter season. The days are 

 growing longer, and often, something in their 

 sunnier light and warmer breath reminds us of 

 the friends in the garden, who are sleeping in 

 their winter graves, still deep under the snow ; 

 but we know the time of resurrection is com- 

 ing, when in robes new and rainbow-hued, they 

 will lise from the earth into beautiful life. 



