Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-10-13
The Story Of Innach Garden.

"Armo virumque cano,"
The man with two arms and hoe,
/ sing.
The spring
Saw him with spade and hoe and rake,
With back and arms that burn and ache,
Dig and swear
At the hard earth where
Over the adamantine sod
All winter long the family trod.
All day long like slave he wrought,
The spade was dull and the day was hot;
When cooler or softer place he sought,
Sunstrokes and brick bats filled the spot,
From rosy dawn,
Till the day was gone,
With tears and sw-rs he labored on.
By Luna's li"ht the lettuce bed
With seed of lactucG satiuG were fed;
Where the onion wept at it's breathful taste
The bulbs of the album cepa be placed;
And you never have seen a
More charming verbena
Than those he put in the oblong mould
With vi0l0 tyicolor bordered round.
And on each side Ofthe walk from the gate
Row Of the rese2d o0orata
Back in the kitchen garden bed,
l2aph0nus Sativus, white and red;
Where the tall poles burned the haunted air
is.
The place where he plants 17taseozus vuzgaats
All Of the seeds that the grocer had,
Lots of things good, and some things bad !;
Things that he didn't know how to spell,
Roots that bite and bulbs that smell;
Unknown vines of suspicious breeds;
Sprouts that come up and turn to weeds,
Things it would poison the children to pull,
Every inch of his garden he filled it full.
Dayhreak came, and its early ray
Smiled on the garden just as it lay.
Eight O'Clock, and the man went down
To his office desk in the busy town.
j IL Co.,
With rich relation to spend the day.
Then,
just as the whistle was tolling ten,
Ahen,
Pride of the flock that lived next door
Numbering hundred and seventy-four)
Peeped through q crack Of the neighbours
fence,
And said to her comrades, Lettuce hens"
Hens!
They come by ones, by scores, by tens;
Gallus old birds, clarion crew,
Came with the crowd, as they always do;
Bantams, hardly as big as match,
But worse than snow plough on the
scratch;
Dorking- fowls that make things whir
When they dig up the ground with their
extra spur;
Malays and Hamburgs, spangled and plain,
White checked chickens that hail from
Spain;
Fighting game chickens, Polands black,
Guinea hens, with eternal "squack;"
Hens with chicks that weetled and cried;"
Hens bereaved whose Wcetles had died;
Giddy young hens, that never had set,
Grave old hens that were at it yet;
POrtiy old roOsters solemn and stout;
Old time bruisers with one eye out;
Hens, with broods of awkward ducks,
That paid no heed to their anxious clucks,
And never regarding their worried looks,
Plunged into cutters and ponds and brooks;
Mortified ROSTERS, with tail feathers lost;
Fowls whose claws werenippcd by the frost,
Business like BIRDS with no ear for fun,
Pullets whose troubles were just begun;
Tough old fowls, for the boarders collation.,
Yellow-legged hens, OF the Wesleyan per-
suasion,
Baptist-llke ducks, with their awkward tot
ter,
Hunting around Tor some waist-deep water,
Blue looking turkeys, scratching a living,
Fore ordained to die next THANKSGIVING;
And here in the mob was solemn passed.;
Of geese, with tremendous feet for wres-
tie,
Not much on the scratch, but twas easily
They were worse on grass than moving
machine.
Where they all came from nobody knew,
But over the fence in clouds they flew;
And into the garden for life or death,
They scratched till they painted out of
breath;
No pause, no stop, no stay for rest,
Till the sun went down in the crimson west:
Till the man came home from his work an
found
The yawning cliffs in the riven ground,
And he gazed for space, with fearful
start
While the deep sobs broke from his CRATE
full heart;
And he clasped in his arms his babes and
spouse
''Thank heaven, the earthquake spared my
housed"
Burlington Raaukeye.