taking more careful notice he perceived
that leaves as well as flowers were sometimes scented, as in the musk
plant, the geranium, and even those of black-currant bushes.

"As he walked down an avenue of lime trees, he noticed a most delicious
scent, which he found came from the small blossoms of the trees high
above his head. He turned into a shrubbery, and was greeted by the fresh
fragrance of the pine trees, and found that even the resinous buds of
other trees had a pleasant scent. The very earth too, after a shower of
rain, had a refreshing smell.

"By-and-by he looked at the high walls of the garden, for there seemed
to float over them a blended sweetness of something, he knew not what;
but in after days he knew it as that of new-mown hay.

"Again, the wind would bring him a smell of something that certainly did
not belong to flowers or fruit. It seemed to make him strong, and long
to know what was over the wall. It was the sea-breeze that came to him
from the vast ocean, and made him feel that his lovely garden was, after
all, too bounded.

"He turned the handle of another door. It was that of _touch_, and he
found himself in a passage. He walked along a little way, and saw an
open archway on his right, through which he went, and there he was in
the room of taste. He took up a cherry, and it felt smooth; a peach, and
it felt soft and downy; a pine-apple, and it was rough. He looked toward
the archway through which he had come, when, behold! the whole passage
wall had vanished, making the old room larger.

"He went into his garden: the gravel path felt hard and firm, the lawn
felt soft and springy under his tread. He touched a rose-stalk and he
felt its prickles, while the leaves of the flowers were soft. Some
flower-stalks felt sticky, others smooth, and the bark of the oak tree
was rough.

"The bright sunshine felt warm to his cheek, and the marble of the
fountain felt cold.

"There were now two large doors left, and he resolved to open that of
_hearing_.

"All was dark as he stepped into a room or passage, he knew not which.
He walked on a little way, then he stopped, for he faintly heard the
sound of music. The sweet strains grew longer and louder, drawing him
along till he came to a large hall where an organ was being played by a
master. Here he stayed to listen and to wonder, spell-bound by the
strange high music;--now swelling to a triumph, now sinking to a soft
echo; now it told of gladness, and