GARDENS AND GOSSIPS 
remember?” will tend to the mention of old jokes, old 
sweethearts, old triumphs and gay boyish escapades, 
rather than the disappointments, losses, and regrets the 
vanished years have dealt them. 
So it is that an old garden is full of confidences, and 
quite as sweet with human hopes and fancies as with 
the breath of flowers. Odd and tender memories drift 
about in it, and the thoughts of persons far away will 
often turn to it, joining the many gentle ghosts that 
haunt the paths and arbors when the moon is abroad. 
It is difficult to think of a better thing for a nice ghost 
to do, so long as it is careful not to disturb the new pair 
of lovers who have this moment pushed open the gate ; 
a hint we also may do well to observe. 
