The Happy Garden 



whom the poets sing in vain. — God walked in the 

 garden of T. E. Brown, and another poet who 

 lived in wretchedness, has sung : 



" While the trees grow 

 While the streams flow 

 While the ivinds blotc, 



We will be free ! 

 Free as trees growing, 

 Free as streams floioing 

 Free as xvinds bloiving, 

 Evermore free." 



That is the sort of thing which is detestable to 

 Elisabeth, who is Puritan to the core. Hers is the 

 temper that looks forward to the day when she will 

 be enthroned in a crystal house and provided with 

 a telescope with which to look down upon and 

 gloat over the tortures of the eternal inmates of 

 the pit, as she gloats over the miserable victims of 

 society whom she pretends to reform. She is dis- 

 honest and immoral, and is really having a splendid 

 time with her conscience. She is one of those whom 

 the same poet transfixed with : 



"Let those who stickle for a Hell 

 Have it — They deserve it well. 



The which metaphysical excursion"^ must be for- 

 given me, because it is impossible for those who 

 have flowers not to think of those who have none, 

 and such thoughts do inevitably lead back to the 



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