GRANDMOTHER'S GARDEN. 



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GARDEN PINK. 



tDIANTHUS PLUMARIUS. ) 



For the economies of the house, there were all sorts 

 of fragrant herbs, such as thyme, sweet-marjory, sage, mint, 

 and half a (k)zeii other sweet-smelling 

 and savory plants, that were on this 

 account, however, none the less attrac- 

 tive as ornaments of the garden. They 

 were not only delightful in themselves, 

 but delightful because they reminded 

 us of grandmother's wonderful store- 

 closet, from which issued so many good 

 things. 



But grandmother's garden was, 

 before all things, a productive flower 

 garden. Unlike modern gardens, created foi- external 

 show alone, it was a real storehouse of color and odor, 

 out of which one could, day after day, gather rich ti-easures, 

 and yet leave its beauty apparently undimmed. Everybody 



about the house, boys included, was 

 welcome to pluck a flower occasion- 

 ally without let or hindrance. The 

 flowers, indeed, seemed actually to 

 enjoy being plucked. They were not, 

 of coui-se, specially rare, and yet I am 

 sorry to say that it might be difficult 

 to find some of them nowadays. Their 

 simple charms have, in fact, been al- 

 most eutii-ely obscured by the glitter- 



SWEET-WILLIAM. 



(dianthus barbatus.) 



ins: novelties of the modern horticul- 



tural world. For instance, there were those rich old damask 

 roses. They are seldom if ever seen now ; and yet what 



