THE AMATEUR GARDEN 



name ! Did not know how to introduce it to 

 any fellow guest, or whether it loved sun or 

 shade, loam, peat, clay, leaf-mould or sand, 

 wetness or dryness; and yet should have found 

 all that out in the proper blue-book (horticul- 

 tural dictionary) before inviting the poor mor- 

 tified guest at all. 



"Oh, pray be seated anywhere. Plant 

 yourself alone in the middle. This is Liberty 

 Garden." 



"It is no such thing," says the tear-bedewed 

 beauty to herself; "it's Anarchy Garden." Yet, 

 like the lady she is, she stays where she is put, 

 and gets along surprisingly well. 



New England calls Northampton one of her 

 most beautiful towns. But its beauty lies in the 

 natural landscape in and around it, in the rise, 

 fall, and swing of the seat on which it sits, the 

 graceful curving of its streets, the noble spread 

 of its great elms and maples, the green and blue 

 openness of grounds everywhere about its mod- 

 est homes and its highly picturesque outlook 

 upon distant hills and mountains and interven- 

 ing meadows and fields, with the Connecticut 



