Overheard In A Garden Etcetera Author:Oliver Herford CONTENTS I OVERHEARD IN A GARDEN I1 NOT IN THE GARDEN MOON-STRUCK . . . . . . . . . . . . 27 A CALEKDAR O F DISCONTE K T SPRING . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 8 SUMMER . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 9 AUTUMN . . . . . . . . . . . . . 30 WINTER . . . . . . . . . . . . . 31 Lfse MAJEST . . . . . . . . . . . . 33 A DECADENT . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 4 LO... more »VE A ND TIME . . . . . . . . . . . 3 5 A TRAGED I Y N RHYME . . . . . . . . . 3 8 A NEW-YORKE . R . . . . . . . . . . . 4 2 THE PLAGIARIST . . . . . . . . . . . 4 7 A BUTTERPLGYI RL . . . . . . . . . . 49 v I11 BUBBLES CURTAIN CALLS OVERHEARD in a GARDEN Bubble winked at me andsaid, Youll miss me, brother, when youre dead. TELL-TALE THE Lily whispered to the Rose The Tulip S fearfully stuck up. You d think, to see the creatures pose, She were a golden altar-cup. There S method in her boldness, too She catches twice her share of Dew. 1 1 The Rose into the Tulips ear Murmured L The Lily is a sight Dont you believe she powders, dear, To make herself so saintly white She takes some trouble, it is plain, Her reputation to sustain. Said Tulip to the Lily white About the Rose - what do you think - Her color Should you say it S quite - Well, quite a natural shade of pink Natural the Lily cried. Good Saints Why, everybody knows she paints GOSSIP THE news around the garden flew Last night the Rose was robbed - AJlower Was Jilched from her and flung into The casement of my Ladys bower. The flowers were mystified. In vain They asked of one another, Pray, What ails our Lady of Disdain That she must wear a Rose to-day . The Daisy, with her latest breath, Reft of her petals, whispered low, I t is a secret to the Death I gave my petals all to know. A HOPELESS CASE HER sisters shunned her, half in fear And half in pity. G T is too bad She is not made as we - poor dear Four leaves instead of Three she had. Said Doctor Bee Her case is rare And due to Influence prenatal. To amputate I would not dare, The operation might be fatal. 5 3 With Rest and Care and Simple Food She may outlive both you and me A change of scene might do her good. One bag of Honey was his fee. Take me take me the clovers cry, To a maid bending wistful-eyed. With gentle hand she puts them by, Till all but one are passed aside. Before her sisters wondering eyes Her leaves with kisses are told over. At last at last the maiden cries, cIve found you, little four-leaved clover G« less