A LITTLE FLOWER GARDEN 3 



Colonial era, that our hearts do not bound 

 up within us with the pride we hold in all we 

 have done since then. It is not because this 

 old pewter mug, or that old sampler, or these 

 quaint candlesticks evoke our admiration 

 merely in themselves for their intrinsic worth 

 that we bargain for them, collect them, and 

 carry them off with us, to adorn our houses, 

 with almost as much pride as the conquerors 

 of old brought back their spoils to adorn the 

 victory; it is because history and these things 

 have gone hand in hand, a thing we love to be 

 reminded of, the quality which lends to the 

 "antique" its chief charm. That, too, is why 

 we must have reproductions of the old things, 

 if the old things themselves are to be denied 

 us. So it is with gardens. The Englishman 

 may walk among his box-bordered geometri- 

 cies, his Yew-covered paths ; the Italian among 

 his balustrated terraces, sentineled by Cy- 

 presses ; the Hollander among his Tulip-beds, 

 the Spaniard within his arbors of Jasmine, the 

 Frenchman around his rows of Lilies, and the 

 northlander about his shmibbery, his Moss- 

 Roses and Forget-Me-Nots ; but to the heart 

 of every American that garden of flowers is 



