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Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite
Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love.
News from the humming city comes to it
In sound of funeral or of marriage bells;
And sitting muffled in dark leaves you hear
The windy clanging of the minster clock; Although between it and the garden lies
A league of grass, washed by a slow broad stream
That, stirr'd with languid pulses of the oar,
Waves all its lazy lilies, and creeps on,
Barge-laden, to three arches of a bridge,
Crown'd with the minster-towers.

The fields between
Are dewy-fresh, browsed by deep-udder'd kine,
And all about the large lime feathers low,
The lime a summer-home of murmurous wings.

We reach'd a meadow slanting to the north,
Down which a well-worn pathway courted us
To one green wicket in a privet-hedge;
This yielding gave into a grassy walk
Through crowded lilac-ambush trimly pruned;
And one warm gush, full-fed with perfume, blew
Beyond us, as we enter'd in the cool.
The garden stretches southward. In the midst
A cedar spread his dark-green layers of shade.
The garden-glasses shone, and momently
The twinkling laurel scatter'd silver lights.

A garden bower'd close
With plaited alleys on the trailing rose,
Long alleys falling down to twilight grots,
Or opening upon some level plots
Of crowned lilies, standing near
Purple spiked lavender:
Whither in after-life retired
From brawling storms,
From weary wind,
With youthful fancy reinspired,
We may hold converse with all forms
Of festal flowers.



Underneath the chesnuts dripping
Through the grasses wet and fair,
Straight I sought my garden-ground,
With the laurel on the mound,

And the pear-tree oversweeping
A side shadow of green air.

In the garden lay supinely
A huge giant, wrought of spade 1
Arms and legs were stretched at length,

And the meadow turf, cut finely,
Round them laid and interlaid.

Call him Hector, son of Priam,

Such his title and degree.

With my rake I smoothed his brow;

Both his cheeks I weeded through; But a rhymer such as I am,

Scarce can sing his dignity.

Eyes of gentranellas' azure,

Staring, winking, at the skies;

Nose of gilly-flowers and box;

Scented grasses, put for locks Which a little breeze, at pleasure,

Set a-waving round his eyes.

Brazen helm of daffodillies,
With a glitter towards the light;
Purple violets, for the mouth,
Breathing perfumes west and south;

And a sword of flashing lilies, Holden ready for the fight .

And a breast-plate made of daisies,

Closely fitting, leaf by leaf;

Periwinkles interlaced,

Drawn for belt about the waist; While the brown bees, humming praises,

Shot their arrows round the chief.

And who knows (I sometimes wondered),

If the disembodied soul Of old Hector, once of Troy, Might not take a dreary joy Here to enter—if it thundered, Rolling up the thunder-roll 1

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Rolling this way, from Troy ruin,

In this body rude and rife,

He might enter and take rest

'Neath the daisies of the breast—
They with tender roots, renerving

His heroic heart to life.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning.


"It does not appear," says a writer in " Innis' Telescope," "that either the Greeks or Romans indulged a taste for flowers ; none at least that would imply their having gardens set apart for the culture of these pleasing objects; or that they ever endeavoured to improve their own wild and indigenous plants, or imported others from foreign countries. We can only consider the florid description of the garden of Alcinous as the effusion of poetry; and those of Cicero and Pliny were only vineyards with grottoes, alcoves, and arbours. It is not, in fact, above two centuries ago that our own gardens were probably, in point of taste, as well as of products, even inferior to those of the Greeks and Romans; and, for most of the embellishments we now possess of flower-beds, shrubberies, and conservatories, we are indebted to foreign countries.

"The nations among whom a taste for flowers was first discovered to prevail in moder n times were China, Persia, and Turkey. The vegetable treasures of the eastern world were assembled at Constantinople, whence they passed into Italy, Germany, and Holland, and thence into England, and since botany has assumed the character of a science, we have laid the whole world under contribution for trees, shrubs, and flowers, which we have not only made our own, but generally improved in vigour and beauty. Nor can any nation on earth boast such an assemblage of various kinds of shrubs and flowers as may now be found in English gardens.

"Most countries have a predilection for some particular plants whilst all the rest are disregarded. In Turkey, for instance, the flowers which, after the rose, are principally esteemed, are the ranunculus and the tulip, the latter of which grows wild in the Levant. This gaudy flower was first cultivated in Italy about the middle of the sixteenth century, under the name of Tulipa, obviously derived from tuliband, which, in the Turkish language, signifies a turban.

"It is well known that in Holland the tulip became, about the middle of the seventeenth century, the object of a trade unparalleled in the history of commercial speculation. From 1634 to 1637 all classes in all the great cities of Holland became infected with the tulipomania. A single root of a particular species, called the Viceroy, was exchanged in the true Dutch taste, for the following articles,—two lasts of wheat, four of rye, four fat oxen, three fat swine, twelve fat sheep, two hogsheads of wine, four tuns of beer, two tuns of butter, one thousand pound weight of cheese, a complete bed, a suit of clothes, and a silver beaker, the whole being worth 2500 florins.

"These tulips were afterwards sold according to the weight of the roots. Tour hundred perits, something less than a grain, of the bulb called Admiral Leifken, cost 4400 florins; 446 perits of Admiral Vonder Eyk, 1620 florins; 106 perits of Schilder, 1615 florins; 200 perits of Semper Augustus, 5500 florins; 410 perits of the Viceroy, 3000 florins, &c. A bulb of the species called Semper Augustus, has been often sold for 2000 florins; and it once happened that there were only two bulbs in existence, the one at Amsterdam, the other at Haarlem. One of these sold for 4600 florins, together with a new carriage, two grey horses, and complete harness. On another occasion a bulb was sold for twelve acres of land; so great indeed was the rage for favourite bulbs, that they who had not ready money exchanged for them their goods, houses and lands, cattle and clothes. The trade was followed not alone by mercantile people, but also by the first noblemen, citizens of every description, mechanics, seamen, farmers, turf-diggers, chimney sweeps, footmen, maid-servants, old clothes dealers, &c.

"At the commencement of the rage everybody won and no one lost. Some of the poorest people gained in a few months, houses, coaches, and horses, and figured away like the first characters in the land. In every town some tavern was selected which served as a change, where high and low

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traded in flowers, and confirmed their bargains with the most sumptuous entertainments. They formed laws for themselves, and had their notaries and clerks.

"These dealers in flowers were by no means desirous to get possession of them; no one thought of sending, much less of going himself to Constantinople to procure scarce roots, as many Europeans travel to Golconda and Visipour to obtain rare and precious stones. Tulips of all prices were in the market, and their roots were divided into small portions, known by the name of perits, in order that the poor as well as the rich might be admitted into the speculation; the tulip root itself was out of the question—it was a nonentity; but it furnished, like our funds, the subject of a bargain for a time.

"During the tulipomania, a speculatoroften offered and paid large sums for a root, which he never received and never wished to receive. Another sold roots which he never possessed or delivered. Often did a nobleman purchase from a chimney-sweep tulips to the amount of 2000 florins, and sell them at the same time to a farmer, and neither the nobleman, chimney-sweep, nor farmer, had roots in their possession, or wished to possess them. Before the tulip season was over, more roots were sold and purchased, bespoke, and promised to be delivered, than in all probability were to be found in the gardens of Holland; and when Semper Augustus was not to be had, which happened twice, no species was perhaps oftener purchased and sold. In the space of three years, as Munting tells us, more than ten millions were expended in this trade in one single town of Holland.

"The evil rose to such a pitch, that the states of Holland were under the necessity of interfering; the buyers took the alarm; the bubble, like the South Sea scheme, suddenly burst; and as, in the outset, all were winners, in the winding up, very few escaped without loss."

Among the favourite flowers of the English horticulturists are the ranunculus, auricula, polyanthus, pricatus, camilla, dahlia, and rose. Of roses alone are grown upwards of 2000 varieties.

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