The Charm of Color 237 
The seeds of this beloved Ambrosia, which filled 
my mother’s garden in every spot in which it 
could spring, and which overflowed with cheerful 
welcome into the gardens of our neighbors, was 
given her from the garden of a great-aunt in Wal- 
pole, New Hampshire. This Walpole garden was 
Star of Bethlehem. 
a famous gathering of old-time favorites, and it had 
the delightful companionship of a wild garden. On 
a series of terraces with shelving banks, which reached 
down to a stream, the boys of the family planted, 
seventy years ago, a myriad of wild flowers, shrubs, 
and trees, from the neighboring woods. By the side 
of the garden great Elm trees sheltered scores of 
beautiful gray squirrels ; and behind the house and 
