The morning call., 1893-06-29

smothered by elder flowers, where children
came in recess time and posles made and
tied with plant grass and played at ring
a-rosy in the fields.
Perhaps cottage home IN far-dlstant
land, where bees hived and white Jasmine
strOve with Gloire de Dion roses in the
thatch, and life was sweet until the mouths
outgrew the bread and parting came.
Or, yet, an old New England garden
blooms again before the misty eyes. The
house, yellow and white, with olive blinds,
a pillared porch and narrow, high-backed
seats. a honeysuckle training up one side
to meet prairie rose. A straight. tagged
walk down to the picket gate, bordered by
myrtle and stiff zebra grass. Syrineas by
the fence. strawberry shrub and lilacS
grown to trees.
About the porch some tender plants in
pots, an oleander and orange tree in tubs.
while drumming on the window panes and
peeping in golden laburnums hung. The
great stone chimney, whose hearty breath
needed no aid from chimney pots or tiles.
sheltered myriad of swallows, who. pois-
Ing high in air, dropped surely TO their nests
and whired aloft-again, like spirits OF the
wind.
The well, with giant sweep. stood close
TO the back porch. corner screened by
vines of hops and grapes, where women
sat and sewed of afternoons and talked
with neignbOrs leaning on the fence. Here
rose leaves in their aprons. Their mother
brought the big blue china jar that came
from over seas to cage the garden sweets
IN fragrant pOtpourri, reading the rule
from out her mothers book: lake oil
june roses just about to fall two parts.
Shake we'll from dew, and add of new
Dl0Wn buds two parts: OF rosemary and
lavender flowers. and leaves one part.
Place in jar with layer for layer of salt
and cover until the salt has drawn the
1nice (three days will do). then add each
day fresh rose leaves. stirring and mixing
well. When you have filled the jar with
well-steeped leaves add amhergris, gum
benZoin, allspice and cassia buds, grain
or two of musk and four vanilla beans.
OF oils of jasmine, violet and rose add each
an ounce to full gallon jar"
A b0X-edged walk leads to the garden
gate half choked by woodhine, while
within rude nature overruns New England
thrift. Johnny-jumpers peered between
the stones. Snowballs and weigelias all
most hid fallen apple tree. where indigo
birds built nests. Lupins and London pride,
nastnrtIums, toucll-me-nots grew side
by side with fennel thyme, and rue. Cat
mint and raGisheS, with tender lettuce
heads, were next to bouncing-bet. sweet
peas, and China pinks. And roses, push
ing vigorous suckers out, walked freely all
about the place and gathered thick about
the moss-gTown sun dial, where robin
built.
Perchance a recollection still more dear
may rise. a gift Of roses with the thOrns
picked off, a walk in summer ways, but not
alone. The choosing of a rose such as
Lothian received from Corisande, then
bridal roses.
Oh calm June days that overflow the
night and brief June nights that yield
another day. Oh! rose of June that day
and night breathes hopeful love. Close in
the starlit garden; far on the wood-dark
hill, where arching eglantine, raising its
crown of thorns over lone graves, whispers,
Il wound to heal" and shares its vigil
with the whippoorwill.- Mable Won Wald-
stein.