Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1879-10-11
OId-Faahioned Flowers.

In almost every PaWtucket garden, says the
Providence journal, are groups and punches OF
nificently. plotted and embellishel that garden
may be, there is always reserved sunny spot
for the dear, o!d-fash1oned flowers, as, in aris-
tocratic families, with their splendid fresides
and salvers, there will be set apart pleasant
nook ard luxurious chair for a little old
grandmother or a beloved but very old fash
Toned aunt. This old school Of blossoms, OF
old fashioned flowers, OF Staid and matrOnly
loneliness, OF sober and subdued loneliness,
never fall to arouse in the appreciative be-
holder sweet and gentle memories Of the far
gone past; and each old blossom has its dear
old memory clingtng to it, like second and
sweeter fragrance. There is that tall, slen-
der stalk, with pink, plumed-shaped BIOS
the new-fasbioned flowers that its name i Is
almost forgotten. DO you remember now
that same flower clambered up the rude lad
grandmother's cheese. cupboard, shyly, as if
doubling Its welcome. 1t has to this day that
same shy way OF showing its plain, old fash
boys and bare necked girls we thought at' thai
unpletentious flower the beauty OF the world
and it was. Although it is out OF date it has
not lost its hold upon the hearts and memories
brings the dear old pantry and that dearer, older
housewife from the shades of the past, and sets
1t ard her down before us. We see 1t With It's
hundred creamy cheeseS in rows upon the
White, shining shelves, and we see her Witl hac
WondrouS blue eyes and her way, Which was as
tnaG OF Ine town SenCleWoman. HOW lOnr
would memory linger there In that cool, still
sweet-smellfng cupboard and keep shut out
the hot, loud, stale world without! But the
cld-time flower that is loveliest and fingers
the latest Is the India plant 1t blooms on
brayely, when all its floral companions are
dead and dying around it. The dead leaves
drift against its sturdy stems, but 1t holds up
Its head detiantly and shows front that is
fa1Ier than gold. 1t feels the keen edge OF
the frost axe and tie wind strips and bares It's
beautiful neck for the execution, and still it
blossoms on. 1t has outlived all its green aud
blooming generation. 1t alone faces the Chill
ing frosts and killing blasts of late autumn and
yet its blossoms are visible through the frost
damp, like the smile Of the resigned Christian
seen through the sweat of dissolution. There
is no flower like this In all the old or new floral
Kingdom. 1t remains queen on its garden
throne, with all its kingdom FROST killed at It's
feet. But these old-faShiOned flowers are be-
ginning to again receive the attention their
beauty merits Sunflower culture has. Aeen
made speciality, and wealth and fashi5.fHrs
planting these flowers in their gardens. For
one thing, If no other, let the old-fashfoned
flowers live, and that is, for their association
with the sweet and innocent things of the past,
They carry us back, sometimes at sight, to that
early time when we wandered by the dark,
mysterious brook side and watched its graceful
tides, sweeping through the white birch hur-
dies and were happy without caring to even
wonder why.