,332 A. TOTJB, ROUND MY GARDEN. 



Here shines the scarlet-geranium; its splendid colonr 

 dazzles the eyes ; it would appear to be the sovereign red. 

 Take a flower of it arid place it by the side of the little scarlet 

 verbena of MiquUon, which creeps among the magnolias, 

 those trees which bear lilies upon heath land, and variegate it 

 with sparkling little umbels. Place near one of these umbels 

 the blossom of the geranium, and by a singular metamor- 

 phosis, the geranium is no longer red, it becomes yellow, its 

 red is subdued and destroyed by the red of the verbena. The 

 verbena, iij its turn, will pale before the Cardinal's flower. AU 

 which proves that things are only red as they are great by the 

 side of those which are less red and less great. The greatness 

 of great men is made more than half of the littleness of 

 the others. 



By the side of the marigold of the gardens, that beautiful 

 orange anemone of such a brilliant colour, there opens at 

 certain hours the rainy marigold, a daisy-like flower with a 

 violet-coloured disc and white rays above, violet and green 

 underneath, which closes a little before rain. 



But day is beginning to decline ; the sparrows chirp and 

 seem to squabble in the trees ; bats fly around my head ; the 

 beauties of the day are closed, the beauties of the night and 

 the onagres unfold and open their coroUas. 



Varai, bring me a light. Now for the fraxineUa ! 



I was just at this point of my journey, my good friend, 

 when an unusual noise interrupted the wonted silence of my 

 retreat. It was the noise of a carriage and the horses 

 galloping, with the crack of the post-boy's whip. 



It was you, returned from your long voys^e before I have 

 half-finished mine. But you could only afford me a few 

 minutes J you set out again for Paris two hours after your 

 arrival; business imperatively required your presence. 



I have put these letters in order, and send them to you. 

 When you come to see me, we will continue my journey 

 together. Farewell ! 



a. CLAY, PRINTER, BREAD STREGI BILL. 



