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in New York equal to the concerts given in the 

 trees around our ivy-covered porch. 



Why should I speak' of the sense of sight ! 

 It seems like proving the self-evident and en- 

 larging on an axiom. The genuine gardener 

 enjoys seeing even a pumpkin grow, though 

 the word " sprawl " is most characteristic of 

 its existence. How great ind varied are the 

 pleasures that Nature provides when, in addition 

 to being bountiful in exquisite flowers, she also 

 gives to every fruit and vegetable some peculiar 

 touch of grace and beauty. 



Then there is the sense of smelling, which we 

 do not half appreciate enough, perhaps because 

 so often it is a misfortune. When we consider 

 the millions who live in cities, and through 

 whose open windows the zephyr blows direct 

 from the gutter instead of a bed of mignonette, 

 and the millions in the country who have a pig- 

 sty near the house instead of a rose-arbor, it 



