MEMORIALS. 93 



day planted for me by a friend. He is the poet, 

 who says that 



" Eastward roll the orbs of heaven, 

 Westward tend the thoughts of men : 

 Let the Poet, nature-driven, 

 "Wander Eastward now and then : " 



and this tree, while it lives, will remind me of the 

 East, and of him who wrote these lines. 



But there are other pleasant ways of recalling 

 one's friends to memory. 



I never stay anywhere, where there is a garden, 

 without bringing back with me some one or more 

 shrubs, as a remembrance of a beautiful place or 

 happy hours ; and, when I plant them, I fasten 

 to them a label, mentioning their old home, and 

 thus I am reminded now of a quaint low house 

 covered with creepers and nestling among the hills 

 of Wales now of a magnificent castle with its 

 pleasance in the north of Ireland, now of a great 

 hall in Scotland, where a wild glen runs down past 

 the garden to the woods, now of an old English 

 abbey, where the flowers of to-day spring up 

 among the ruins of a thousand years ago. 



Among the flowers in the inner garden, which 

 have well repaid me during the last year or two, 

 have been the Anemones delightful old flowers 



