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side, while on the northern side of the garden grow the nicotine, 

 white and pink and purple, so deliriously fragrant in the starlight, 

 a group of hyacinthus candicans. and masses of peonies and mari- 

 golds, the African anil French, and sanvitalia. which if it isn't a 

 marigold ought to he. it is so like a bal>y sister. Lilies spring up 

 unexpectedly everywhere among the peony leaves, the auratum. 

 the speciosnm album, and rubruni: even the tiger lily appeared 

 one <eason. where from no man could tell. On each side of the 

 forest gateway a white, crushy rose, the blanc double De Coubert. 

 blossoms all summer through. The boltonias and golden glow 

 topple over the wall toward it, and the Japanese clematis is 

 kept from strangling it only by constant vigilance. The duty of 

 the clematis is to cover the gate-posts; and by the aid of strings 

 tightly drawn it does so in exquisite beauty. Here blossoms the 

 pale blue salvia, beloved by the bee-, and in September the Japan- 

 e-e anemone and hardy chrysanthemums. 



The squirrels and the chipmunks like the walks in the little 

 garden. They amble around the fountain and scud alon^r the 

 bare bricks. The robins and the catbirds find good eating in the 

 mossy interstices and hop gravely out through the forest gateway 

 tc their homes not far awa\. 



There is something about a garden which brings out the gen- 

 uine side of a person's nature. It is impossible to be formal or 

 artificial in the presence of the plants you work over yourself. 



To my shame be it said that there are a few flowers which I 



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