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The Flowbe-Gakdeit — Its Eomaitcb and Kbalitt. 



" There's not a flower can grow upon the earth 

 Without a flower upon the spiritual side; 

 All that we see is pattern of what shall be in the mount, 

 Belated royally, and buUt up to eterne signiflcance. 



There's nothing small; 

 No lily, muffled hum of summer bee, 

 But finds its coupling in the spinning stars; 

 No pebble at your feet but proves a sphere; 

 No chafltuch but implies a cherubim; 



Earth is full of heaven. 

 And every common bash a-flre with God." 



A beautiful garden, tastefully laid out, and well kept, is a certain 

 evidence of taste, refinement and culture. It makes a lowly cottage 

 attractive, and lends a charm to the stateliest palace. 



An English writer, lately visiting our country, writes : 



" I can conceive of nothing more dreary than to live in the country 

 and have no garden. To have no garden is to take the poetry, and 

 nearly all the charms away from country life. To have a garden, is to 

 have many friends continually near. 



" What a difference between what Mr. Oarlyle calls an ' umbrageous 

 man's rest, in which a king might wish to sit and smoke, and call it 

 his,' with its roses, and honeysuckles, and fuchsias clambering in 

 through the very windows in crowds, and the dreary, arid prospect 

 around thousands of American houses!" 



