THE LURE OF THE GARDEN 
bright, with the hope of better things to be won, and to 
be bestowed. There is no old age where there is still 
that promise — it is eternal youth.” 
And the following:— 
“ She grows as a flower grows,— she will wither with¬ 
out sun; she will decay in her sheath as the hyacinth 
does, if you do not give her air enough; she may fall, and 
defile her head in dust if you leave her without help at 
some moments of her life; but you cannot fetter her; she 
must take her own fair form and way, if she take any 
. . . to be, within her gates, the center of order, the balm 
of distress, the mirror of beauty. . . .” 
Gardens and gardening, in all their manifestations, 
have from time immemorable aroused the philosophic 
mind to pertinent musings, resembling in this the effect 
of a softly glowing woodfire ; and it might be interesting 
to trace the varieties of reverie excited by these different 
means, as well as the relative value of the conclusions 
attained by their aid. 
“ My Summer in a Garden,” by Charles Dudley 
Warner, sums up a number of moralizings concerning 
men and things, including woman, for most of which the 
garden is responsible; nor are they any the less wise for 
being steeped in his warm humor, as were his beans and 
squashes in the warm ardor of the sun. Among other 
matters he decides that “perhaps, after all, it is not what 
you get out of a garden, but what you put into it that is 
the most remunerative. What is a man ? A question 
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