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THE HEART OF A GARDEN 
glances of shyest disapproval towards the huge clumps 
of that splendid savage, the Oriental Poppy, who flaunts 
it in flaming orange and vermilions over the way, 
against a sombre background of box. For my part, I 
take pleasure in his rude magnificence, gaudy as he is. 
and in the plenitude of the feathery grey-green foliage 
that serves him for a throne. He is, so to speak, the 
Turkish knight of the summer garden, as the pink is 
its Saint Nitouche. 
As the heart of the true gardener leaps up when he 
beholds a plethora of bedding-out plants, so does my 
froward fancy rejoice over the hardy perennial, and one 
of the brightest and most liberal of this delectable 
company is the pyrethrum. Both double and single it 
flowers, borne gracefully erect upon long, slender stalks 
of an admirable firmness, and whether the double or the 
single is most to be preferred I could not say. The one 
perhaps is richer in softly broken colour, while the 
other charms most wisely with its fine simplicity, and 
rare purity of tint. Do you grow both, as I do, and 
there will be no harbour for regret; the more particu¬ 
larly if the single be somewhat in the majority. As 
regards colouring, you will find no hardy flower to 
surpass this in clarity; its colours range from strength 
to delicacy ; blood-red it grows, purple, deepest or palest 
rose, cherry, lilac, sulphur and white, and many another 
beside, and all dowered with that quality of exquisite 
cleanness which belongs pre-eminently to the daisy 
tribe. 
As it is I have just returned from loosening the bonds 
of these same dainty, many-hued pyrethrums, that some 
