AN INDIAN GARDEN 



APEIL 



"Softly the Indian night sinks on the Plains." 



Light of Asia. 



MY garden is not in the least like a lovely 

 European one, nor will it compare with any in the 

 Himalayas. It hasn't a beautiful climate and its 

 air is never bracing. It is really and in truth, a 

 "plain" garden, being situated about 3 feet above 

 sea-level, with never a rise, sufficient to be called a 

 hill, anywhere near for 100 miles. The jungle 

 adjoins it on one side, wild and rampant, and 

 seems to be always sending its roots down under 

 the old wall, and endeavouring to obtain possession 

 of my domain. Also it is old, very old, and it has 

 many trees, and much shade, and an area of 5J 



acres. When the thermometer in the hall stands 



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