"There is another and a very different class of men, whose recreation is their garden. An individual of this class, resides some short distance from town—say in the , or the , or any other road where the houses are small and neat, and have little slips of back garden. He and his wife—who is as clean and ompact a little body as himself—have occupied the same house ever since he retired from business twenty years ago. They have no family. They once had a son, who died at about five years old. The child's portrait hangs over the mantelpiece in the best sitting-room, and a little cart he used to draw about, is carefully preserved as a relic."