My dearest Thomas, I would not Deny the fact that you are clever; You've taught Dame Nature what is what At horticultural endeavour (She has not got that useful thing, The shilling book of gardening). She has her merits, but, of course, Her wild attempts won't stand comparing With such a floral tour de force As that geranium you are wearing; Yon chosen emblem of your skill Must surely make her wilder still. But give me Nature; when we meet She does not prattle of her posies, Dull facts of what begonias eat, The dietetic fads of roses, And how she strove with spade and spud. Or nipped the green fly on the bud. 'Tis she that really soothes the brain, Spreading her weeds in bright profusion, And never troubling to explain How much they owe to her collusion, While, Thomas, your achievements seem To be your one and only theme. Mr. J. C. Parke, writing in The Strand Magazine on the best way to beat Wilding, says:—
That ought to learn him.
Newcastle Daily Journal. The old orders change, yielding place to new. From a magazine cover:—
We would rather pay the threepence.
And then they inadvertently left them out again. |