O'er the wires the electric message came, "He is no better; he is much the same." - Alfred Austin

A garden that one makes oneself becomes associated with one's personal history and that of one's friends, interwoven with one's tastes, preferences, and character, and constitutes a sort of unwritten, but withal manifest autobiography. Show me your garden, provided it be your own, and I will tell you what you are like.

In vain would science scan and trace
Firmly her aspect. All the while,
There gleams upon her far-off face
A vague unfathomable smile.

Friendship craves
The commerce of the mind, not the exchange
Of emulous feasts that foster sycophants.