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THE FERN PARADISE. 
have, even in midwinter, a miniature fernery. Do 
you want a sweet smell as from a country lane ? 
Take off the covering of glass, and your tiny im- 
prisoned favourites will exhale the sweet familiar 
odours ; and where the moisture has rested on 
their feathery tips, there you will see as if it 
had been dewdrops. 
Have you a dark, damp corner in your garden, 
where you cannot get your flowers to grow ? If 
you have — and few there are who have not, for 
everything has its shady side — throw some loose 
stones together in rockery form, and plant ferns 
there. They will revel in the obscurity of the 
retreat which you have chosen for them, and 
smile gracefully and thankfully upon you from 
out of their dark corner. 
Everywhere if you will, in your gardens and 
in your houses, you may have a “ Fern Para- 
dise” — “a thing of beauty and a joy for ever.” 
Even the poorest of the poor, compelled by the 
unceasing pressure of “ work ! work ! work ! ” to 
cry, in the touching words which have im- 
mortalized their author — 
