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enough in my business, which has much in it 

 to interest and amuse me ; but when 



" 'Tis a month before the month of May, 

 And the spring comes slowly up this way," 



when my lawn begins to look green with the 

 fresh young grass, when my early peas and 

 beans are beginning to peep from underneath 

 the fresh mould, and the pear and apple trees 

 put forth their buds and blossoms then, I 

 confess, the bonds of never-ending business 

 begin to be irksome ; for it is only in the 

 early mornings, on Saturday afternoons, and 

 on Sundays that I can watch and rejoice over 

 these natural developments. 



" I never had," said Cowley, " any other 

 desire so strong, and so like to covetousness, 

 as that one which I have had always that I 

 may be master of a small house and a large 

 garden," and I am of the same way of think- 

 ing. 



I have a really pleasant little suburban 

 garden ; it is quite delightful when the golden 

 laburnums and white and purple lilacs are in 

 full bloom ; and although I live considerably 

 within the postal radius, surrounded on all 

 sides by houses, my garden is sometimes 

 alive with the songs of many birds. 



I am quite as ignorant as a City man may 

 be expected to be of the natural history of 

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