Leaves from a Madeira Garden 



treasured the memory of it as a testimony 

 that some of my labours were appreciated. 

 We were leaving for England, and he came 

 to me and said, " Now the patron is going 

 away, I shall want another garden-boy." He 

 was always worried about the "muito tra- 

 balho " of his place, and the inadequacy of 

 his ample salary ; and so we decided that he 

 had better find another situation. 



We have now promoted an excellent youth 

 who has been with us as an under-gardener 

 for several years. Carlos is a typical Madeira 

 country boy, with thick-set, sturdy frame, crisp 

 black hair and laughing eyes. He is overjoyed 

 at his rise in the world, and for some days 

 murmured " muito contente " whenever I went 

 within a few yards of him. He is to get 

 married on the strength of it, and his fiancee 

 can fortunately read and write, and will be 

 able to keep his accounts. He is to bring 

 his bride to our garden cottage, and perhaps 

 before long we may have the luck to see some 

 nice little black-eyed Carloses and Carlottas 

 playing among our chickens and turkeys, and 

 pulling the much-bitten ears of our cross old 

 mongrel " Yap." 



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