MY GARDEN coarse, but so may be color and sound. Color 

 OF DREAMS ma y ^ e strengthened to a painful glare, and 

 sound to a torture. 



"There are flowers with a scent so powerful 

 as to give an impression almost of intemper- 

 ance and voluptuousness." But there are also 

 flowers with a scent so delicately refined that 

 it suggests a spiritual quality veiled in mystery. 

 There are odors that you not so much trace 

 like a fact as you accept them as a presence. 



Such is our Sweet Mignonette, and in its 

 delicate fragrance is much of the secret of its 

 charm. It has eminently the poetic quality — 

 chaste, moderate, haunting. 



We will not indulge in moralizing. It is easy 

 to fall into the dulness of the mere moralist. 

 It is better to let truth speak in its own lan- 

 guage in its own way. If this little flower does 

 not tell to you its message, none other can. 



And yet, on a bed of sweet odors one is apt 

 to dream dreams. 



A sane mind will not "confound a perfume 

 and an orison." An esthetic thrill is not an 

 aspiration. But the sane mind will be whole- 

 somely affected by both. 



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