The days are now lengthening appreciably. Our "cycle lighting-up time-table for the meridian of Greenwich " tells us that at the middle of February we may leave our lamps unlit till some ten minutes past six. Well, those of us who are amateur gardeners first and cyclists afterwards will be more grateful for the knowledge that we shall soon have daylight for evening work in the garden. Some of us have nothing to do except to garden all day long, but rather more of us, I think, have to be away from home and garden for the greater part of the day, and make shift in the early morning and in the evening.

An hour in the garden on a sharp February morning is as refreshing as a cold sponge. Do not be impulsive and thoughtless, please. No seizing of spade, and digging furiously on an empty stomach, with muscles that have grown flabby from want of exercise. Keep up the ten minutes' practice with the Developer all the winter through, and when February comes rise half-an-hour earlier, and boil a little extra shaving water. A tumbler of it with a large Apple will make a glorious seven o'clock meal; and give a healthy stimulus for a steady hour in the garden before breakfast.

One who follows this course will be an enviable being. He will feel a glow of health and virtue. He will tell his acquaintances about it in the train, and assume a Man from Bedfordshire attitude towards the world at large. It is nice to have this feeling.