Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1845-1851, 1846-01-31

Mrs Gardiner is a widow devoted to the cultiva-
ton Of flowers in her dooryard garden, who has the
popularity of identifying herself with each variety
Hood standing at the little gate, compliments her on
the appearance of her carnations; to which she re-
plies - Yes, I've n stronger blow than any in
the place. and to sweetness, nobody come nigh
me. Would you Like to walk i'll and smell me ~
Accepting the polite invitation, l stepped in
through the little wicket and in another moment
was rapturousy shifting her stocks, and the flower
with sangunary name From the walls | turned
off TO rose-bush, remarkIng that there was very
fine show of buds.
YES but want sun to make me bust You
should have me last June, sir, when was In my
full bloom None Of your wishy-washy pale sorts
(tis was fling at the white at the next door)-
none of your Provnclals or pale pnks There's no
maiden bushes about I'm the regular old red
cabbage."
And she was right; for, after ALL that hearty,
glowing. fragrant rose, is the best of species the
queen of flowers, with ruddy eHlbonp0int, remind
ing Of the goddesses of Reubens.
= And there's my American creeper. Miss Sharp
pretends to creep: but Lor bless ye afore she gets
up to her first floor window, shall be running all
over the roof Of the villa. You see I'm over the por-
tico already
While this conversation is going on, a deaf bache
Tor neighbour who has garden Of his passes by
but Mrs. Gardner halls him in loud voice. and
addresses him IN her customary fgurative language
WELL and how you, Mr.. Burrell, after them
east winds :"
VERY bad, very bad, indeed" replied Mr.. Burrell,
thinking only of his rheumatics.
And so am l." said Mrs. Gardiner. remembering
but her blight ''rm thinking of trying tobacco
water and a squrringe."
Is that good for IT - asked Mr.. g., with tone
of doubt and surprise.
80 they say but you must mix it strong. and
squirt it hard ever you can over your affected
parts"
:. What, my lower limbsl'
Yes, and your upper ones too Wherever you're
maggoty.'
..Oh!" grunted the old gentleman, you mean
vermn''
AS for me-" bawled Mrs. g.. I'm swarming
And Miss Sharpe is wus than am"
The mores the pity said the old gentleman
we shall have apples and pears.
No, not to signify. How's your peaches
Why, they set kindly enough ma am. but they
all dropped off in the last frosty nights,
All 1t amt the frost" roarcd Mrs. e., 'you have
90, down to the gravel know you have-you look
50 rusty and scrubby
a wish You good morning. ma am " said the little
old bachelor, turning very red IN the face and making
rather precipitate retreat from the dwarf wa-a:
who wouldn't thus attacked at in his person an'
his peach trees.
TO be sure he was dreadful unproductivc," TIN
widow said, "but good sort OF body, and ten time
plcasahter than her next door neighbor at Numbc
Ten, who would keep coming over her wall, t sh
cut off his pumpkin
She now led me round the house to her - back
where she showed me her grass plot, wishing she wa
creener and asking me If she ought not TO have
roll She next led me off to her vegetables, haltln
at last ut her peas. some few of Blue Prusslans
which she had probably obtained from Waterloo, the
were so long In coming up
packard, ant -
Yes, rather
..Wery but Miss Sharp is backarder than me
She's hardly out of ground yet; and please God, l
another fortnight shall want sticking"
There was something lrreslstlby comic in Tn
last equvoque, that forced to slur over laug
rs sneeze and then contrlyed to ask her IT she ho
nc assistance In her labors !
What a gardener Never | did once have
daily lobber, and he jobbed away all my dahlies.
declare could have cried Butts very hard TO thin
you're a valuable bulb and when summer come
you're nothing but a stick and LABEL
Every provoking indeed !.
Talk of TRANSFORMING; they do nothing but tran
plant you from your house to another, TIL you dor
know where you are. There |, thinking | WI
safe and sound in my bed and all the while
was in Mr. Jones's It's scandalous