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put in a cherry tree, the migrating birds will have told it 

 all along the skies; and for a few dollars a rented house 

 has become a residence with a history. 



Catching pleasure as it flies is not a feat demanding 

 money or social standing; it is doing easy and pretty tasks 

 and not waiting until to-morrow. Some one of these days 

 there will be a new prophet, who will carve on his 

 temples "To-day," and straightway every one will make 

 the best of his passing hours and will not put off happi- 

 ness and leisure and kindliness until a ghostly to-morrow 

 that never comes. Every householder will buy his win- 

 dow box, make his flower beds, and study his catalogue 

 for bloomers to make his gardens grow, and not deny 

 himself the pleasure until he is "able to move into the 

 country." 



Permanence is a secret of the charm of old gardens. 

 It is the thought that the same flowers have bloomed 

 year after year, and have turned their pretty faces to the 

 sunshine of successive summers, increasing in glory with 

 the passing of time. This, then, is a plea for perennials, 

 shrubs, and ornamental trees, which may be compared to 

 the virtues giving beauty of character to the encourager 

 thereof. 



What matter if one rents, and moves now and then ! 

 Does he not get the reward of his garden of bloom while 

 he remains, and does he not have the greater blessedness 

 of looking backward at the garden he has left, knowing 



