236 A GARDEN DIARY 
whom the future can hold zo compensations ; for 
whom the very things that they love the best— 
their gardens; the walks they pace along; the 
flowers that they stoop to pick—must henceforth 
seem all bestreaked and shadowed over by the 
red, abhorrent shadow of the battlefield. Truly 
the garden is a place of peace, but it may also 
be a place of the most cruel, the most unde- 
served war, and the bullets that have been speed- 
ing thousands of miles away, have too often 
found their last, and their deadliest targets within 
its circle. 
