(OD Almightie first planted a Garden," 

 says Lord Bacon. " And indeed it is 

 the Purest of Humane Pleasures, it 

 is the Greatest Refreshment to the 

 Spirits of Man." Never were truer 

 words spoken. 



So deeply is the gardener's instinct implanted 

 in my soul, I really love the tools with which I 

 work, the iron fork, the spade, the hoe, the 

 rake, the trowel, and the watering-pot are pleasant 

 objects in my eyes. The ingenuity of modern 

 times has invented many variations of these prim- 

 itive instruments of toil, and many of them are 

 most useful and helpful, as, for instance, a short, 

 five-pronged hand-fork, a delightful tool to use in 

 breaking up the earth about the roots of weeds. 

 Some of the weeds are so wide-spreading and 

 tenacious, like clover and mallow, that they seem 

 to have fastened themselves around the nether 

 millstone, it is so difficult to disengage their hold. 

 Once loosened, however, by the friendly little 

 fork, they must come up, whether they will or no. 

 I like to take the hoe in my hands and break 

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