72 A YEAR IN A LANCASHIRE GARDEN. 



side of the Magnolia. Once only have I seen this 

 Magnolia growing upon a lawn as a standard, and 

 I never saw any flowering tree so grand, as its 

 dark green leaves lifted up the large white chalices 

 to catch the freshest dews from heaven. But what 

 must it be where this beautiful tree grows wild, 

 as on the 



" Hills with high Magnolia overgrown," 



where Gertrude of Wyoming was used to wander ? 

 And, as I gather this Magnolia, the feeling comes 

 across me that now the year is over as regards the 

 garden. We may have another month of flowers, but 

 they are the flowers that linger on, not the flowers 

 that open out new pleasures for us ; the Michael- 

 mas Daisy alone remains, for " the Michaelmas 

 Daisy blows lonely and late." before we reach 

 the Chrysanthemums and winter. We have now 

 had all that summer and autumn had to give us, 

 and it seems as though Nature had exhausted all 

 her energies, and were ready for a long rest. The 

 Fuchsias, that come up year by year, are still in 

 great beauty. The Jasmine, with variegated leaves, 

 that clings round an old brick pedestal in the 

 middle of a Kalmia bed, still opens its white 

 blossoms. The Escallonia, that grows up the 



