104 A YEAR IN A LANCASHIRE GARDEN. 



But such recollections grow thicker as I write, 

 and words, such as I at least can command, do 

 them little justice. I cannot really share with my 

 readers these pleasures of the past, though I like 

 to fancy that they may feel some kindly sympathy, 

 as they remember happy days in gardens dear to 

 them as mine to me. 



