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THE YOUNG FLORIST. 



standing like sentinels to watch their pre- 

 cious charge. It was about three rods square. 

 In one corner I saw a clump of Marigolds, 

 Four o'Clock, Prince's Feather, and a few r 

 other common annuals, huddled together, 

 striving to live, as well as their neighbors, the 

 pigweeds. In a bed there was a small quan- 

 tity of beets, carrots, &c, that looked as if 

 they were quite forgotten. A portion was oc- 

 cupied by a few hills of corn and beans ; and 

 cucumbers, squashes and melons were so 

 thickly located in the remainder, that I won- 

 dered how it was possible to gather the fruit, 

 if there should happen to be any, without des- 

 troying the vines. 



M. You give a sad account of it. I hope 

 we shall be able to keep ours in better taste. 



H. I expressed my surprise to James, at 

 the appearance of the garden — who replied, 

 that his father had not much taste for a garden 



