It is a splendid encyclopedia of 500 pages, with 3 1 coloured plates, 
nearly two hundred photographs, and endless drawings. The subjects 
include ornamental trees and shrubs, herbaceous plants, bulbs and 
hardy annuals — in fact, all the growing things which make the garden 
beautiful, giving cultural directions for each. 
At this season, when the catalogues come in containing such 
glowing descriptions of everything, it is well to have such a book as 
this at one's elbow to fortify before ordering or discarding. 
There is another value to this book. Though it measures 6x9, 
and is more than three inches thick, the edition I have weighs but 
two pounds ! H. M. S . 
"Last Words: A Final Collection of Stories^' by Juliana Horatio 
Ewing. Little, Brown & Company, New York. (50 cents.) 
We are glad the Literary Committee on Book Reviews permits 
both the discovery of new delights, and the awakening of those dor- 
mant. 
To garden lovers whose whimsical humour has not been too heavily 
mulched by the dead leaves of fretting detail we recommend for spring 
inspiration this old book, especially two narratives in the collection, 
"Mary's Meadow" and "Letters from a Little Garden." It will 
require a wise adult to transcend the triumphant unselfishness of 
the little maiden in "Mary's Meadow" who patterned her gardening 
after that of the old English herbalist, John Parkinson. He it was 
who planted his favorites outside his own demesne "in the wildest 
and least frequented spots," that he might "enjoy beforehand and 
in imagination the pleasure and surprise which the solitary stroller 
will experience when he meets with these beautiful flowers and delic- 
ious fruits. " 
Mary finds also that old John evolved a private Wild Flower 
Society, and she acts upon one sentence from his writings which is 
worth quoting: 
"The Honisucle that groweth wilde in every hedge, although it be 
very sweete, yet doe I not bring it into my garden, but let it reste 
in his owne place to serve their senses that travel! by it or have no 
garden. " 
To Mary's title of "Travelers' Joy" given her by acclamation we 
might worthily aspire by more lavish giving, and less selfish taking. 
"Letters from a Little Garden" might be called "Letters from 
a Temperate Zone, " so restfully do they breathe patience, content- 
ment with small achievement, and a dignified leisure in awaiting the 
same. 
It will be of interest to Garden Clubs to know that the Parkinson 
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