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GRANDMOTHER' S GARDEN. 



masses of them there were in grandmother's garden, and 

 liow well I remember their rich color, and the delightful odor 

 they exhaled when the dew was resting on 

 their petals. Where shall we find now 

 such beds of sweet-scented joinks, — not car- 

 nations, but real hardy pinks, — and such 

 sweet-williams ? In few places ; for they 

 are out of fashion now. Tall clusters of 

 phloxes stood here and there. Blue lark- 

 spurs, tall, quaint, and lovely, nodded 

 above carpets of portulaca vine, studded 

 with scarlet flowers. 

 Broad patches of 

 the gorgeous herb- 

 aceous peony were 

 striking in effect, 

 close by the strag- 

 gling foliage and flowers 

 of the sweet-pea. Great 

 hollyhocks were there, 

 too, with richly colored 

 single petals, the pure 

 outlines and decorative 

 appearance of which fail not to 

 charm the eye even now, amid the 

 multitudinous resources of the mod- 

 ern gardener. 



Snowdrops, crocuses, and other 

 bulbs used to spring up as if by magic, year after yeai-, in 

 secluded spots of grandmother's garden. Evidently no 



FALL LARKSPUR. 

 (delphinium elatumJ 



SINGLE HOLLYHOCKS. 



