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WOODBINE-ARBOR;
OR THE
LITTLE GARDENERS.
A STORY OF A
HAPPY CHILDHOOD.
NEW HAVEN.
PUBLISHED BY S. BABCOCK.
1849.
WOODBINE ARBOR;
OR THE
LITTLE GARDENERS.
Let me tell you, my dear youngreader, about a happy little family ofthree brothers and three sisters, wholived in a pleasant home, not far fromthe great city of New-York. Theirfather, Mr. Howard, was a wealthymerchant, and had his store in thecity, to which he usually rode earlyin the morning, directly after breakfast,and returned home in season totake tea with his family. He hadsix children, the little folks whom Iam now going to tell you about.
The girls were named Maria,Elizabeth, and Harriet. The boyswere Henry, Charles, and John.—Henrywas the oldest, then Charles,Maria, John, Elizabeth, and Harriet.
Their home was a beautiful country-seat,situated not far from the [Pg 4]East river, with fine old shade treesin front of it. In the rear was a verylarge garden, laid out with greatneatness and taste, and well stockedwith fruits and flowers. Then therewere walks and borders, and summer-houses,and arbors, and almostevery thing which could render it adelightful place.
One portion of his grounds Mr.Howard had laid out for a gardenfor his children. This was to be theirown, and in it they were to dig, andhoe, and rake, and plant, and transplant,and water, just as they pleased,so long as they were attentive to theirlessons, obedient to their parents, andkind to each other. When any ofthem misbehaved,—which was veryseldom,—that child was forbidden tovisit