ARTHUR IN THE LARGE GARDEN.

“What a pretty garden!” exclaimed Ar-
thur, “and how large it looks! There docs
not seem to be any end to it! What loads
of roses! may I pick one, just one, aunt?

“Yes, my dear! you may pick as many as
you like.” His aunt walked on slowly, and
Arthur went from one side to the other in
wondering admiration. They passed the
ends of one or two paths leading in various
directions, and Arthur began to think he
should never know his way about this beau-
tiful garden. Once he stopped so long to
look at a great bee struggling in the heart
of a flower, that his aunt was very nearly
out of sight; however, he just caught a
glimpse of her white dress as she turned
down another walk, with high trellis-work
oneach side. This trellis-work was literaliy
covered with sweet-briar roses, clematis, and
honeysuckle, and the bees were humming
all over it. At the end of this walk was a ’
large weeping ash-tree, the branches of
which were trained downwards and swept
the grass-plot below, so as to form a very

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