A BROAD CATHOLICITY 15 



product of the florist can touch. While, however, 

 there is abundant cause for appreciation, there is 

 absolutely no call whatever for depreciation. Happy 

 he, or she, who in broad catholicity can welcome all. 



We ourselves look back with thankful pleasure 

 to, we will say in round numbers, half a century of 

 this enjoyment. We recall such gatherings from 

 the kitchen garden as might almost tempt even a 

 tiger to essay vegetarianism ; we see again our 

 noble rose arches bordering the lawn of living 

 verdure, and the stately walk where some hundred 

 white lily stems fringed the verdant alley and made 

 for it a glorious fence of snow-white blossoming. 

 Yet pictures as enjoyable rise before us as we recall 

 our wild garden, the rock-work silvered with sheets 

 of white saxifrage, aglow with the golden festoons 

 of the moneywort, crimson in the mantling of the 

 autumn foliage of the crane's-bills ; always changing, 

 always charming. 



It has been said by pessimists that things too 

 often are not what they seem, but we would venture 

 to say that in many cases they, practically, are what 

 they seem that, and that only. The uninteresting 

 personage who was introduced to us by one of our 

 poets though he may be encountered commonly 

 enough in plain prose too who was so shockingly 

 indifferent to the charms of the primrose that gazed 

 up at him from the river's brim, would naturally care 

 but little for such a rock-garden as we advocate. 



