POLYSTICHUM ACULEATUM PULCHERRIMUM. 
THE FERNERY. 
To-morrow, ere fresh morning streak the east 
With first approach of light, we must be risen, 
And at our pleasant labour to reform 
Yon flowery arbours, yonder alleys green, 
Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown, 
That mock our scant manuring. 
Milton. 
O UR first parents, if we credit Milton (as we must), were not wholly 
indebted to the spontaneous growths of their happy garden for their 
green bowers and mossy seats ; but with delicate fingers wove the pliant 
branches into arches of umbrage, and set alleys of sweet-scented herbs before 
their favourite retreats. Who knows but that a fernery was one of their choice 
