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soft apricot tinge, Lady Battersea, ele- 

 gant in bud and light crimson in blossom, 

 Caroline Testout, with large pink flowers, 

 Hugh Dicks )n, that bears deep crimson 

 blooms having a pronounced fragrance, 

 Lady Ashtown, and Mme. Abel Chatenay, 

 of salmon pink shades, the primrose yellow 

 G. Nabonnand. and many more. 



The tufted Pansies and Drummond's 

 Phlox, in many shades of colour, that 

 have kept the Roses company all the 

 summer through, are still full of 

 bright fresh bloom. Then there are 

 Tiger Lilies, Japanese Lilies, the Golden- 

 raved Lily, Tuberous Begonias, Bella- 

 donna Lilies, Torch Lilies or Kniphoiias, 

 the panicled Hydrangea, Pampas Grass, 

 the Monkshood, tall Moon Daisies ; 

 each and all bring beauty to the autumn 

 gloom, a beauty that owes nothing to 

 garish colouring but everything to the 



happy association of tender tints. And 

 the grey-leaved plants, the Pinks, Laven- 

 der, Rosemary, Globe Thistles, Sea 

 Holly, Giant Cotton Thistles, all are 

 beautiful to look upon. Night in the 

 autumn garden is an enchanting time. 

 Even the very petals that e.xpand to 

 the mist-veiled sun come closer together 

 for warmth against the dews of chilly 

 night. And the wind as it rushes through 

 the tree-tops chants a dirge lor the dying 

 leaves and sings a lament lor the passing 

 flowers — 



" The wind like one that sighs in pain 

 O'er joys that ne'er will bloom again, 

 Mourns on the far hillside." 



The music of the woods is never more 

 subtle than in autumn ; its song is sad, 

 and in its wake it leaves a trail of quiver- 

 ing leaves, that tremble and flutter and 

 fall. 



H. LI. Thi-.mas. 



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