My Summer in a Garden eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 115 pages of information about My Summer in a Garden.

My Summer in a Garden eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 115 pages of information about My Summer in a Garden.
To get rid of rats and “pusley,” he said, was a necessity of our civilization.  He did not care so much about the shoe-business; he did not think that the little Chinese shoes that he had seen would be of service in the army:  but the garden-interest was quite another affair.  We want to make a garden of our whole country:  the hoe, in the hands of a man truly great, he was pleased to say, was mightier than the pen.  He presumed that General B-tl-r had never taken into consideration the garden-question, or he would not assume the position he does with regard to the Chinese emigration.  He would let the Chinese come, even if B-tl-r had to leave, I thought he was going to say, but I changed the subject.

During our entire garden interview (operatically speaking, the garden-scene), the President was not smoking.  I do not know how the impression arose that he “uses tobacco in any form;” for I have seen him several times, and he was not smoking.  Indeed, I offered him a Connecticut six; but he wittily said that he did not like a weed in a garden,—­a remark which I took to have a personal political bearing, and changed the subject.

The President was a good deal surprised at the method and fine appearance of my garden, and to learn that I had the sole care of it.  He asked me if I pursued an original course, or whether I got my ideas from writers on the subject.  I told him that I had had no time to read anything on the subject since I began to hoe, except “Lothair,” from which I got my ideas of landscape gardening; and that I had worked the garden entirely according to my own notions, except that I had borne in mind his injunction, “to fight it out on this line if”—­The President stopped me abruptly, and said it was unnecessary to repeat that remark:  he thought he had heard it before.  Indeed, he deeply regretted that he had ever made it.  Sometimes, he said, after hearing it in speeches, and coming across it in resolutions, and reading it in newspapers, and having it dropped jocularly by facetious politicians, who were boring him for an office, about twenty-five times a day, say for a month, it would get to running through his head, like the “shoo-fly” song which B-tl-r sings in the House, until it did seem as if he should go distracted.  He said, no man could stand that kind of sentence hammering on his brain for years.

The President was so much pleased with my management of the garden, that he offered me (at least, I so understood him) the position of head gardener at the White House, to have care of the exotics.  I told him that I thanked him, but that I did not desire any foreign appointment.  I had resolved, when the administration came in, not to take an appointment; and I had kept my resolution.  As to any home office, I was poor, but honest; and, of course, it would be useless for me to take one.  The President mused a moment, and then smiled, and said he would see what could be done for me.  I did not change the subject; but nothing further was said by General Gr-nt.

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