GARDENING BY M YSELF. \ y y 



how, being only a hyacinth ; surrounded with 

 the softer tints of Mimosa and Charles Dick- 

 ens and Nivirod ; and these in turn with 

 Blocksberg, Richard Steele, Env:^ye, and Grand 

 Vedette, There are the yellow Louis d' Or 

 and Piet Hein among- the doubles ; with the 

 deep-hued beauty, Rhinoceros, and Pluie d^ 

 Or and its shower of pale gold. Neither 

 must I forget my pet. La Cherie — the blue- 

 eyed white lady that comes almost last of 

 all, shunning the crowd. 



When these exquisite tufts of clear pink 

 and white and yellow and purplish blue 

 (true blue is the rarest thing among flowers) 

 have graced your borders and gladdened 

 your heart for a while, suddenly, some 

 morning, there comes a change. Off among 

 or beyond blues and pinks appears a spot 

 of brilliant red, a streak of flame colour, — ■ 

 and there is tulip Brutus open to the sun. 

 Claremont Gold Lac follows close, and La 

 Reine and the Grand Duke of Russia are not 

 far behind. The garden has been full of 

 love and beauty ; but now some dash and 



