GARDENING OVER A WINTER FIRE. 25? 



varieties, and a host of other unpronounceables, 

 for our modest flower-borders, stating that they 

 are " desirable for cutting." Their names are 

 certainly, and might be cut back indefinitely. 

 The winter fire would burn out, and spring 

 come and go, before we could master the cabala 

 of the floral catalogues. I pounce down on the 

 Pansies, Asters, and like old friends, who have 

 not put on such airs in the way of names, that 

 one does not know them. But they, too, have 

 caught the infection, and are coming on like 

 some boys I used to know, who are getting " D. 

 D." and ''Esq." to their names, and are no 

 longer known as " Tom" or " Hal." 



But the evening wanes, our eyes grow weary, 

 our minds confused between the conflicting 

 claims of seeds, each one with a stronger or 

 longer title to attention than its fellow. We 

 wish we had a hundred acres, and a dozen gar- 

 deners, and could plant each kind in rows ai 



