a little fragment of rainbow, the windows of the 

 little workers in whose heart rests -the covenant of 



peace. 



John Ruskin. 



C^e ^mell of a dSiarnen 



After ten wearisome weeks of 'travel across an 

 unknown sea, to an equally unknown world, the 

 group of Puritan men and women who were the 

 founders of Boston neared their Land of Promise ; 

 and their noble leader, John Winthrop, wrote in his 

 Journal that " we had now fair Sunshine Weather 

 and so pleasant a sweet Aire as did much refresh us, 

 and there came a Smell off the Shore like the Smell 

 of a Garden." 



* * * What must that sweet air from the land have 

 been to the sea-weary Puritan women on shipboard, 

 laden to them with its promise of a garden, for I 

 doubt not every woman bore with her across seas 

 some little package of seeds and bulbs from her 

 English home garden ! ^^^^ j^^^,^ EarU. 



And because the Breath of Flowers is far sweeter 

 in the Aire (when it comes and goes like the Warb- 

 ling of Music) than in the hand, therefore nothing 

 is more fit for that delight than to know what be the 

 Flowers and Plants that doe best perfume the Aire. 



Francis Bacon {^Lord Verulani), 



The Garden glows. 



And 'gainst its walls the city's heart still beats. 

 And out from it each summer wind that blows 



Carries some sweetness to the tired streets ! 



Margaret Deland. 



Does not the scent of the primrose, the violet 

 and the cowslip sometimes transport us to the banks 



