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ers, not a dress bouquet ; and there is no 

 better amusement for her (if she can do any 

 thing) than to play garden with them. A 

 knife and scissors for trimming, a saucer of 

 sand ; water and sunshine ; are all she needs 

 for great success in striking her cuttings. 

 Then fresh earth, a kitchen spoon, and the 

 smallest sort of pots when they begin to 

 grow. It is such fascination to study fresh 

 life when you are languid ! — life that is not 

 flaunted in your face, that does not extin- 

 guish you with its wild breath ; but is gen- 

 tle, quiet, tender, with the very fragrance 

 of the Lord's touch. Sitting there by your 

 flower-stand, with eyes shut or open, there 

 comes over your restlessness a certain sense 

 of rest, and peace somehow soothes away 

 even the thought of discontent. 



" The earth is satisfied with the fruit of Thy works." 



And as we remember, we are satisfied too. 



When by any good, honest means we have 

 cuttings of fine plants at our disposal, then 

 comes the question what to do with them, 



