Pity is for the living, envy is for the dead.
-- Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.
T HE successor of the sheet-iron hamlet of the mangrove marshes has that other Australian specialty, the Botanical Gardens. We cannot have these paradises. The best we could do would be to cover a vast acreage under glass and apply steam heat. But it would be inadequate, the lacks would still be so great: the confined sense, the sense of suffocation, the atmospheric dimness, the sweaty heat--these would all be there, in place of the Australian openness to the sky, the sunshine, and the breeze. Whatever will grow under glass with us will flourish rampantly out-of-doors in Australia.1 When the white man came the continent was nearly as poor, in variety of vegetation, as the desert of Sahara; now it has everything that grows on the earth. In fact, not Australia only, but all Australasia has levied tribute upon the flora of the rest of the world; and wherever one goes the results appear, in gardens private and public, in the woodsy walls of the highways, and in even the forests. If you____________________
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Publication information: Book title: Following the Equator:A Journey around the World. Volume: 1. Contributors: Mark Twain - Author. Publisher: P.F. Collier & Son Corporation. Place of publication: New York. Publication year: 1899. Page number: 167.