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CONTAINING

Ehoice Selections on Trees, Forests, Flowers, and
Kindred Subjects; Arbor Pay Nusic,
Specimen Programs, etc.

EDITED AND COMPILED BY
CHARLES R. SKINNER, A. M.,

DEPUTY SUPERINTENDENT OF PUBLIC INSTRUCTION, STATE OF NEW YORK,

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[ntroduction.

HIS book had its inspiration in an acknowledged reverence for Nature,

‘an admiration for trees and forests, an interest in the establishment
and development of Arbor Day and its purposes, and a desire to furnish
teachers and others with suitable material, carefully selected, in convenient
form for the preparation of programs for Arbor Day exercises. Such
exercises very properly accompany the planting of trees.

One cannot engage in the preparation of such a work without constantly
growing more and more in touch with Nature and the great lessons which
she teaches. Interest and reverence go together. One is also deeply im-
pressed through it all with the earnestness and tenderness of the beautiful
thoughts which authors in all ages, and especially American authors, have
given our literature in their studies of Nature as revealed in trees, forests,
flowers, birds and children.

We are carried back in memory by studies like these, to the careless days
of youth, to enjoy again the unselfish companionship of the trees, the silent
sentinels about the old home, in whose leaves we have tried to read our
fortunes. We recall the handsome butternuts which clasped hands across
the roadway near the homestead, the graceful maples in the grove, the
orchards and the forests, associated with all of which are so many of the
truest joys of life. The stately elm too, which still stands on the hill, a
guide for miles around, the pride of the community, is remembered with all
the associations which are inseparable from it.

Arbor Day is rapidly becoming one of the most interesting and one of
the most extensively observed of school holidays. Originating in Nebraska
in 1872, it is now observed with more or less enthusiasm in nearly every
State of the Union, and many millions of trees have been planted. It
cannot be expected that all that can be done on Arbor Day in this direction
will counteract in a great degree the waste constantly going on in our
forests, but it is hoped that the observance of the day will do something to
excite a reverence for Nature in the study of her great works. Wanton
destruction of trees may be prevented, or stayed, and children may learn, by
simple exercises, some of the uses and beauties of trees, and of the value of.

vi INTRODUCTION.

the study of tree-planting, in its economic phases, and something can at least
be done,- through such influences, to beautify the school grounds of our
country.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.

If it were possible, it would be a pleasure to make acknowledgment
by name of all friends who have aided in the preparation of this volume.
To those who have contributed original productions to its pages, and to those
who have kindly permitted the use of carefully-arranged programs, special
acknowledgment is made.

Mention is particularly made of the following publishers, from whose pub-
lications numerous beautiful and appropriate selections have been taken:
Harper & Brothers, New York; D. Appleton & Co., New York; A. S.
Barnes & Co., New York; Ivison, Blakeman & Co., New York; Sheldon &
Co., New York; Taintor Brothers & Co., New York; E. H. Butler & Co.,
Philadelphia; The J. B. Lippincott Co., Philadelphia; Cowperthwait & Co.,
Philadelphia ; Van Antwerp, Bragg & Co., Cincinnati; Ginn & Co., Boston.

Selections from the American poets, Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, Lowell,
Emerson and others are used by permission of and by special arrangement
with Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Co., of Boston, owners of the copyrights,
and publishers of the Household Editions of the poets which form a valu-
able poetical library in themselves. Quotations from the works of Bryant
are used by permission of Mr. Parke Godwin of New York.

For the use of the music given, special acknowledgment is made to Harper
& Brothers, New York, publishers of the Franklin Square Song Collection;
D. Appleton & Co., New York, publishers of the “Song Wave”; Ivison,
Blakeman & Co., New York, publishers of the “Progressive Glee and
Chorus Book” ; Biglow & Main, New York; Ginn & Co., Boston, publishers
of “The Coda”; The W. W. Whitney Co., Toledo, publishers of the “Song
Prize.”

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THE SECRET.

E have a secret, just we three,
The robin, and I, and the sweet cherry tree;
The bird told the tree, and the tree told me,
And nobody knows it but just us three.

But of course the robin knows it best,
Because he built the —I shan’t tell the rest;
And laid the four little — somethings in it —
I am afraid I shall tell it every minute.

But if the tree and the robin don’t peep,

I'll try my best the secret to keep;

Though I know when the little birds fly about,
Then the whole secret will be out.

THE KIND OLD OAK.

T was almost time for winter tocome. ,The little birds had all gone far away,

for they were afraid of the cold. There was no green grass in the fields,

and there were no pretty flowers in the gardens. Many of the trees had
dropped all their leaves. Cold winter, with its snow and ice, was coming.

At the foot of an old oak tree some sweet little violets were still in blossom.
“ Dear old oak,” said they, “winter is coming; we are afraid that we shall die
of the cold.”

**Do not be afraid, little ones,” said the oak, ‘‘close your yellow eyes in
sleep, and trust to me. You have made me glad many a time with your sweet-
ness. Now I will take care that the winter shall do you no harm.”

So the violets closed their pretty eyes and went to sleep; they knew that
they could trust the kind old oak. And the great tree softly dropped red leaf
after red leaf upon them, until they were all covered over.

The cold winter came, with its snow and ice, but it could not harm the little
violets. Safe under the friendly leaves of the old oak they slept and dreamed
happy dreams until the warm rains of spring came and waked them again.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE OAK TREE,

ONG ago, in changeful autumn,
When the leaves were turning brown,
From the tall oak’s topmost branches
Fell a little acorn down.

And it tumbled by the pathway,
And a chance foot trod it deep

In the ground, where all the winter
In its shell it lay asleep.

With the white snow lying over,
And the frost to hold it fast, .

Till there came the mild spring weather,
When it burst its shell at last.

First shot up a sapling tender,
Scarcely seen above the ground ;
Then a mimic little oak tree
Spread its tiny arms around.

Now it standeth like a giant,
Casting shadows broad and high,

With huge trunk and leafy branches
Spreading up into the sky.

Child, when happily thou art resting
’Neath the great oak’s monster shade,
Think how little was the acorn
Whence that mighty tree was made.

Think how simple things and lowly,
Have a part in nature’s plan,
How the great hath small beginnings,
And the child will be a man.

Little efforts work great actions,
Lessons in our childhood taught,
Mold the spirit to that temper
Whereby noblest deeds are wrought.

Cherish then the gifts of childhood,
Use them gently, guard them well;

For their future growth and greatness
Who can measure, who can tell?

Pe a a es

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THE FOREST TREES.

P with your heads, ye sylvan lords,
Wave proudly in the breeze,
For our cradle bands and coffin boards
Must come from the forest trees.

We bless ye for your summer shade,
When our weak limbs fail and tire;

Our thanks are due for your winter aid,
When we pile the bright log fire.

Oh! where would be our rule on the sea,
And the fame of the sailor band,

Were it not for the oak and cloud-crowned pine,
That spring on the quiet land?

When the ribs and masts of the good ship live,
And weather the gale with ease,

Take his glass from the tar who will not give
A health to the forest trees.

Ye lend to life its earliest joy,
And wait on its latest page;

In the circling hoop for the rosy boy,
And the easy chair for age.

The old man totters on his way,
With footsteps short and slow;

But without the stick for his help and stay
Not a yard’s length could he go.

The hazel twig in the stripling’s hand
Hath magic power to please ;
And the trusty staff and slender wand

Are plucked from the forest trees.

Ye are seen in the shape of the old hand loom
And the merry ringing flail ;

Ye shine in the dome of the monarch’s home
And the sacred altar rail.

In the rustic porch, the wainscoted wall,
In the gay triumphal car;

in the rude built hut or the banquet hall,
No matter! there ye are!

Then up with your heads, ye sylvan lords!
Wave proudly in the breeze;
From our cradle bands to our coffin boards

We're in debt to the forest trees. EL1za CooK.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

A FOREST HYMN.

HE groves were God’s first temples. Ere man learned

To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them — ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood,
Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down,
And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks
And supplication. For his simple heart
Might not resist the sacred influences
Which, from the stilly twilight of the place,
And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven.
Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound
Of the invisible breath that swayed at once
All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed
His spirit with the thought of boundless power
And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why
Should we, in the world’s riper years, neglect
God’s ancient sanctuaries, and adore
Only among the crowd, and under roofs
That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least,
Here, in the shadow of this aged wood,
Offer one hymn —thrice happy, if it find
Acceptance in His ear.

Father, thy hand
Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou
Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou .didst look down
Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose
All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun,
Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze,
And shot toward heaven. The century-living crow
Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died
Among their branches, till, at last they stood,
As now they stand, massy, and tall, and dark,
Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold
Communion with his Maker. * * *

These dim vaults,
These winding aisles, of human pomp or pride
Report not. No fantastic carvings show
The boast of our vain race to change the form
Of thy fair works. But thou art here —thou fill’st
The solitude. Thou art in the soft winds
That run along the summit of these trees
In music; thou art in the cooler breath,
That from the inmost darkness of the place
Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground,
The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee.

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Here is continual worship — Nature, here,

In the tranquility that thou dost love,

Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around,

From perch to perch, the solitary bird

Passes; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs,
Wells softly forth and wandering steeps the roots
Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale

Of all the good it does.

Thou hast not left
Thyself without a witness, in these shades,
Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength, and grace
Are here to speak of thee. This mighty oak —
By whose immovable stem I stand and seem
Almost annihilated — not a prince,
In all that proud old world beyond the deep,
E’er wore his crown as loftily as he
Wears the green coronal of leaves with which
Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root
Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare
Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower,
With scented breath and look so like a smile,
Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould,
An emanation of the indwelling Life,
A visible token of the upholding Love,
That are the soul of this wide universe.

My heart is awed within me when I think
Of the great miracle that still goes on,

In silence, round me —the perpetual work
Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed
Forever. Written on thy works I read
The lesson of thy own eternity.

Lo! all grow old and die — but see, again,
How on the faltering footsteps of decay
Youth presses — ever gay and beautiful youth
In all its beautiful forms. These lofty trees
Wave not less proudly that their ancestors
Moulder beneath them. * * *

There have been holy men who hid themselves
Deep in the woody wilderness, and gave
Their lives to thought and prayer, till they outlived
The generation born with them, nor seemed
Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks
Around them ; —and there have been holy men
Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus.

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But let me often to these solitudes
Retire, and in thy presence reassure .
My feeble virtue. * * *

Be it ours to meditate,
In these calm shades, thy milder majesty,
And to the beautiful order of thy works
Learn to conform the order of our lives.
W. C. BRYANT.

GRASS.

HE rose is praised for its beaming face,
The lily for saintly whiteness;
We love this bloom for its languid grace,
And that for its airy lightness.

We say of the oak, “ How grand of girth!”
Of the willow we say “ How slender!”

And yet to the soft grass, clothing earth,
How slight is the praise we render!

But the grass knows well, in her secret heart,
How we love her cool, green raiment!
So she plays in silence her lovely part,
And cares not at all for payment.

Each year her buttercups nod and drowse,
With sun and dew brimming over;

Each year she pleases the greedy cows
With oceans of honeyed clover.

Each year on the earth’s wide breast she waves
From Spring until bleak November;

And then she remembers so many graves
That no one else will remember.

And while she serves us with goodness mute,
In return for such sweet dealings

We tread her carelessly underfoot,—
Yet we never wound her feelings.

Here’s a lesson that he who runs may read:
Though I fear but few have won it, —
The best reward of a kindly deed
Is the knowledge of having done it.
Zap EDGAR FAWCETT.

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THE FLOWER MISSION.

HILDREN, a flower seems a little thing, but little things often havea
mighty influence for goodor bad. Weare little, but we have an influence,
we have a mission in this world. Have you heard the story of the mission and
the influence for good, that a simple little flower had, once on atime? Listen,
and it shall be told to you, and from it you can learn the lesson that nothing
was made to live and die in vain, and that nothing is so poor that it has no in-
fluence of some kind, and that the use of that influence for good makes others
happy and brings to us a blessing.

There was once a little flower growing where weeds were tall ;
The blue sky bending over, it could see, and that was all.

“T know I was meant for something, else I would not be here!”
It kept saying over and over to a briar growing near.

“| think you must be mistaken,” was ever the briar’s reply,

“Such a poor little thing as you are, will live for a day and die.”
But the faith of the flower was steadfast as it turned its face to God,
Believing it had a mission above the green earth’s sod.

Now the weeds that hedged in the flower grew close by a sick girl’s room;
And the breeze brought in through the window a breath of the flowers’ perfume.

“ And oh,” cried the girl in gladness, “I can smell the old home flowers; _
Bring in one of the blossoms to cheer these lonely hours.”

They brought in one and laid it in the sick girl’s wasted hand;

She kissed it over and over, but they could not understand

What it was she said to the flower of the old home far away,

Or the words that were sweet with comfort that the flower had to say.

Each morning they brought a blossom to brighten the sick girl’s room;
And the heart of the humble flower was glad in the tall weed’s gloom.
“1 knew I was meant for something ;” it said to its friend the sky,
“I was sure of a nobler mission than just to live and die.”

One morning they told the flower that the homesick girl was dead;

And it gave them its last sweet blossom as they told it what she said:
“It has been such a comfort to me, sick in a stranger land;

That is the message I send it; it will know and understand.”

Then the flower looked up and whispered to its steadfast friend, the sky:
“TI thank God for the mission he gave me; with a happy heart I die.”

Be sure we were meant for something; keep faith in the God above;

And our lives may make others happy with the flowers of human love.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE OAK.

GLORIOUS tree is the old gray oak;
He has stood for a thousand years —
Has stood and frowned
On the trees around,
Like a king among his peers;
As around their king they stand, so now,
When the flowers their pale leaves fold
The tall trees round him stand, arrayed
In their robes of purple and gold.
He has stood like a tower
Through sun and shower,
_ And dared the winds to battle;
He has heard the hail,
As from plates of mail,
From his own limbs shaken, rattle;
He has tossed them about, and shorn the tops
(When the storm has roused his might)
Of the forest trees, as a strong man doth
The heads of his foes in fight.
GEORGE HILL. Fall of the Oak.

THE young oak grew, and proudly grew,
For its roots were deep and strong ;
And a shadow broad on the earth it threw,
And the sunlight lingered long
On its glossy leaf where the flickering light
Was flung to the evening sky;
And the wild bird sought to its airy height

And taught her young to fly.
Mrs. E. OAKES SMITH.

WITH his gnarled old arms and his iron form,
Majestic in the wood,

From age to age, in sun and storm,
The live-oak long has stood ;

And generations come and go,
And still he stands upright,

And he sternly looks on the world below,
As conscious of his might.

THE oak, for grandeur, strength, and noble size,
Excels all trees that in the forest grow;

From acorn small, that trunk, those branches rise,
To which such signal benefits we owe.

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Behold, what shelter in its ample shade,

From noontide sun, or from the drenching rain.
And of its timber stanch, vast ships are made,

To sweep rich cargoes o’er the watery main.

SOLILOQUY OF DOUGLAS—SOLEMNITY.

HIS place,— the centre of the grove :-—
Here stands the oak, the monarch of the wood!

How sweet and solemn is this midnight scene!
The silver moon unclouded holds her way
Through skies where I could count eache little star;
The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves ;
The river, rushing o’er its pebbled bed,
Imposes silence with a stilly sound.
In such a place as this, at such an hour —
If ancestry may be in aught believed —
Descending spirits have conversed with man,
And told the secrets of the world unknown.

Home.

ARBUTUS.

AIL the flower whose early bridal makes the festival of Spring!
Deeper far than outward meaning lies the comfort she doth bring;
From the heights of happy winning,
GaZe we back on hope’s beginning
Feel the vital strength and beauty hidden from our eyes before ;
And we know, with hearts grown stronger,
Tho’ our waiting seemeth longer,
Yet with Love's divine assurance, we should covet nothing more.
ELAINE GOODALE.

How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flower,
The glory of April and May!
But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour,
And they wither and die in a day.
Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast,
Above all the flowers of the field;
When its leaves are all dead, and its fine colors lost,
Still how sweet a perfume it will yield!
Isaac WaTTS.

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THOUGHTS ON THE FOREST.

ELCOME, pure thoughts! welcome, ye silent groves!
These guests, these courts, my soul most dearly loves;
Now the winged people of the sky shall sing
My cheerful anthems to the gladsome Spring;
And if contentment be a stranger,— then
I'll ne’er look for it, but in heaven again.
Sir HENRY WOTTON.

Ou! come to the woodlands, ’t is joy to behold,
The new waken’d buds in our pathway unfold;
For Spring has come forth, and the bland southern breeze
Is telling the tale to the shrub and the trees,
Which, anxious to show her
The duty they owe her,
Have decked themselves gayly in emerald and gold.

I LOVE thee in the Spring,
Earth-crowning forest! when amid the shades
The gentle South first waves her odorous wing,

And joy fills all the glades.

In the hot Summer time,

With deep delight, the somber aisles I roam,

Or, soothed by some cool brook’s melodious chime
Rest on thy verdant loam.

But O, when Autumn’s hand
Hath marked thy beauteous foliage for the grave,
How doth thy splendor, as entranced I stand,
My willing heart enslave!
Wm. JEWETT PABODIE.

HAIL, old patrician trees so great and good!
Hail, ye plebeian under-wood !
Where the poetic birds rejoice,
And for their quiet nests and plenteous food
Pay with their grateful voice.

Hail, the poor Muses’ richest manor-seat !

Ye country houses and retreat,
Which all the happy gods so love,

That for you oft they quit their bright and great
Metropolis above.

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‘Tis beautiful to see a forest stand,
Brave with its moss-grown monarchs and the pride
Of foliage dense, to which the south wind bland
Comes with a kiss as lover to his bride;
To watch the light grow fainter, as it streams
Through arching aisles, where branches interlace,
Where somber pines rise o’er the shadowy gleams

Of silver birch, trembling with modest grace.
A. B. NEAL.

THE heave, the wave, and bend

Of everlasting trees, whose busy leaves

Rustle their songs of praise, while ruin weaves

A robe of verdure for their yielding bark,

While mossy garlands, full and rich and dark,

Creep slowly round them! Monarch of the wood,

Whose mighty scepters sway the mountain brood,
Shelter the winged idolators of Day —

And grapple with the storm-god, hand to hand,
Then drop like weary pyramids away,
Stupendous monuments of calm decay.

JOHN NEAL.

THERE oft the muse, what most delights her, sees
Long living galleries of aged trees,

Bold sons of earth, that lift their arms so high,
As if once they would invade the sky.

In such green palaces the first kings reigned,
Slept in their shade, and angels entertained ;
With such old councillors they did advise,

And, by frequenting sacred groves, grew wise.

Ou! bear me then to vast embowering shades;
To twilight groves, and visionary vales ;
To weeping grottoes, and prophetic glooms!
Where angel forms athwart the solemn dusk
Tremendous, sweep, or seem to sweep, along;
And voices, more than human, through the void,
Deep-sounding, seize the enthusiastic ear.
THOMSON. Autumn.

We bring daisies, little starry daisies,
The angels have planted to remind us of the sky, .
When the stars have vanished they twinkle their mute praises, 5

Telling, in the dewy grass, of brighter fields on high.
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THE DREAMER AND REAPER.

[Extract from a poem read by Rev. Dr. James H. Ecob, of Albany, before the
Society of the Alumni of Hamilton College on the 26th of June, 1889. The
theme of the poem was suggested by the visit of Dr. Ecob to the home of his
childhood, after an absence of many years.]

Y father loved a tree as men
Are wont to love their kind; so, when
He left the hot and hated life
Of city streets and city strife,
As flies the nesting bird, he flew,
On eager wing, by instinct true,
To build and rear his little brood,
Deep in the wood’s green solitude.
A young bird in the nest first lifts
His wondering eyes thro’ sunny rifts
Of happy leaves; about his nest
The russet arms are strongly pressed,
The springing arches, high and dim,
Are haunted by the whispered hymn
Of summer winds, while far below \
The voices of the great world flow.
So nested all my early years
Among the trees. The wood enspheres
My first, my fairest memories.
And deep as life in Druid trees,
Lie hidden founts of tears and love,
That answer to the hymn above,
Of softly stirring boughs and leaves.
Bethesda-like, my soul receives
’ New life and healing, quickening moods,

When troubled by the angel of the woods,

So slipped those lovely, shadowy years,
As slips a wandering wind one hears
Among the trees ; a sudden stir
Of startled leaves ; upon the floor
Of moss and flowers, a tangled sheen
Of light and shade, and then, between
Your breaths, ‘tis gone. You hear its feet
Retreating airily and fleet,
And wonder if it e’er had been,
Or if a gust of dreams broke in
Upon the soul.

I turned again,
When I had been with time and men,

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Till heart and brain were faint and sore,
And sought with eager thirst once more
To bathe my spirit in the shade

Of those beloved woods, which made :
Forever more my childhood seem

A glory, an unending dream.

I scarce could keep my longing feet
From racing, boy-like, to compete

With all my hurrying soul, which ran
So like a child, adown the hill,

Ahead of the slow-pacing man,

To where the path across the rill
Turned sharp and left you in the wood.
And there with beating heart I stood
But lo! my woods, beloved woods, were gone.
Not one of all their hosts, not one,
Remained. As fli¢s upon the wind

The autumn leaves, no trace behind

Of all their fiery pomp, so fled

My mighty woods before the years.

I stood as one above the dead,

Stricken with loss, in uncontrolled tears.

The wide, unsympathetic sky

Looked down with blurred and sultry eye.
And where my childhood’s feet had strayed
O’er moss and gnarled root and shade,
All wrought with shifting green and gold,
More rare than lace on armor old;

Where stood the solemn ranks of trees;
Where rolled such organ harmonies

As ne’er were heard in minster pile ;
Where mysteries haunted crypt and aisle ;
Where harping spirits of the air

Were here and there and everywhere ;
Behold, there flowed a field of wheat,
Rustling and yellowing in the heat.
Beyond the knoll where feed the sheep,
The farmers’ plain white gables peep,
New sheaves a lumbering wagon brings,
The driver flips his whip and sings.

With heavy heart I slowly turned;

The golden wheat that flared and burned
Beneath the sun, how small, how cheap!
Come quickly, sickle, quickly reap!

Come rough, strong bands and quickly bind!

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And turn, O roaring mill, to grind.

To stop the hungry mouths that wait!
Oh, sordid world, what vulgar rate

Is this, to give thy woods for wheat ?
Thy hidden thought and deep retreat
Of mysteries; thy solemn hymn,
Thy noonday twilight cool and dim,
For this dull round of use and care,
Of need and toil and sultry glare!

But, as I walked, a better mind

Began the parable to find.

For men must live, and good is wheat ;
We all may dream, but all must eat.

I wonder if the gods ordain,

That, just as a rainbow and the rain,

The beauty and the use combine,

So dreams and strength shall entertwine.
The visions that our boyhood led,
Dissolve upon the hills of youth,

To feed some secret fountain head,

That bursts in man to strength and truth,
Here, age on age, the mighty wood
Drank deep the sun’s exhaustless flood;
Then dropped its million flaming leaves.
The dull, cold earth below receives

The kindling bath of lambent fire,

Aerial gold and warm desire,

And stores the generous wealth and heat,

To burst at last in golden wheat.
* * : * *

KIND WORDS.

IND hearts are the gardens,
Kind thoughts are the roots,
Kind words are the blossoms,
Kind deeds are the fruits.

Little moments make an hour;
Little thoughts, a book; -

Little seeds, a tree or flower ;
Water drops, a brook ;

Little deeds of faith and love;
Make a home for you above.

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THE PEBBLE AND THE ACORN.

66 + AM a pebble ! and yield to none!”
Were the swelling words of a tiny stone;
“ Nor time nor ‘seasons can alter me;
I am abiding, while ages flee.
The pelting hail, and the drizzling rain,
Have tried to soften me, long, in vain;
And the tender dew has sought to melt
Or touch my heart, but it was not felt.
There’s none that can tell about my birth,
For I am as old as the big. round earth.
The children of men arise, and pass
Out of the world, like the blades of grass;
And many a foot on me has trod,
: That’s gone from sight and under the sod,
Bs I am a pebble! but what art thou,
he Rattling along from the restless bough ?”

The acorn was shocked at this rude salute,

And lay for a moment abashed and mute;
She never before had been so near

His gravelly ball, the mundane sphere;
And she felt for a time at a loss to know

How to answer a thing so coarse and low.
But to give reproof of a nobler sort

Than the angry look, or the keen retort.
At length she said, in a gentle tone,

“ Since it has happened that I am thrown

From the lighter element where I grew,

Down to another so hard and new,
And beside a personage so august,

Abased, I will cover my head with dust,
And quickly retire from the sight of one

Whom time, nor season, nor storm, nor sun,
Nor the gentle dew, nor the grinding heel

Has ever subdued, or made to feel!”
And soon in the earth she sunk away,

From the comfortless spot where the pebble lay.

But it was not long ere the soil was broke
By the tiny head of an infant oak !
And, as it arose,-and its branches spread,
The pebble looked up, and wondering, said,
« A modest acorn,— never to tell
What was inclosed in its simple shell!

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That the pride of the forest was folded up

In the narrow space of its little cup!
And meekly to sink in the darksome earth,

Which proves that nothing could hide her worth!
And, oh, how many will tread on me,
To come and admire the beautiful tree,
Whose head is towering toward the sky,

Above such a worthless thing as I!
Useless and vain, a cumberer here,

I have been idling from year to year.
But never, from this, shall a vaunting word

From the humble pebble again be heard,
Till something without me or within,

Shall show the purpose for which I’ve been !”
The pebble its vow could not forget,

And it lies there wrapped in silence yet.

HANNAH F. GOULD.

AUTUMN VOICES.

HEN I was in the wood to-day
The golden leaves were falling round me,
And I thought I heard soft voices say
Words that with sad enchantment bound me.

“O, dying year ! O, flying year!
O, days of dimness, nights of sorrow!

_ O, lessening night! O, lengthening night!
O, morn forlorn and hopeless morrow !”

No bodies visible had these
Whose voice I heard so sadly calling,;
They were the spirits of the trees
Lamenting for the bright leaves falling.

Prisoners in naked trunks they lie,

In leafless boughs have lodging slender ;
But soon as Spring is in the sky

They deck again the woods with splendor.

The light leaves rustled on the ground,
Wind-stirred, and when again I hearkened,
Hushed were those voices. Wide around
Night fell, and all the ways were darkened.
F. W. B., in Spectator.

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THE MEETING OF THE DRYADS.

T was not many centuries since,
When, seated on the moonlit green,
Beneath the tree of liberty

A ring of weeping sprites was seen.
* * * *

They met not as they once had met,
To Jaugh over many a jocund tale;
But every pulse was beating low,
And every cheek was cold and pale.

There rose a fair but faded one,

Who oft had cheered them with her song ;
She waved a mutilated arm,

And silence held the listening throng.

“ Sweet friends,” the gentle nymph began,

* * * *
** When often by our feet has passed
Some biped, Nature’s walking whim,
Say, have we trimmed one awkward shape
Or lopped away one crooked limb ?

“Go on, fair Science; soon to-thee
Shall Nature yield her idle boast ;

Her vulgar fingers formed a tree,
But thou hast trained it to a post.

“Go paint the birch’s silver rind,
And quilt the peach with softer down;
Up with the willow’s trailing threads,
Off with the sunflower’s radiant crown!

* * = *
“T cannot smile,—
* = x *

“ Again in every quivering leaf
That moment's agony I feel,
When limbs, that spurned the northern blast,
Shrunk from the sacrilegious steel.

“ A curse upon the wretch that dared

To coop up with his felon saw!
* * * os

“ May nightshade cluster round his path,
And thistles shoot, and brambles cling;
May blistering ivy scorch his veins,
And dogwood burn, and nettles sting.
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“On him may never shadow fall,
When fever racks his throbbing brow,

And his last shilling buy a rope
To hang him on my highest bough !”

She spoke ;—the morning’s herald beam
Sprang from the bosom of the sea,
And every mangled sprite returned
In sadness to her wounded tree.
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

WAITING FOR THE MAY, |

ROM out his hive there came a bee;
“ Has spring-time come or not ?” said he.
Alone within a garden bed
A small, pale snowdrop raised its head.

“°Tis March, this tells me,” said the bee ;
“ The hive is still the place for me ;
The day is chill, although ’tis sunny,
And icy cold this snowdrop’s honey.”

Again came humming forth the bee,

“ What month is with us now?” said he.
Gay crocus-blossoms, blue and white
And yellow, opened to the light.

“It must be April,” said the bee,

“« And April’s scarce the month for me.
I'll taste these flowers (the day is sunny),
And wait before I gather honey.”

Once more came out the waiting bee.
“’Tis come; I smell the spring!” said he.

The violets were all in bloom ;

The lilac tossed a purple plume,

The daffodil wore a yellow crown ;
The cherry tree a snow-white gown;
And by the brookside, wet with dew;
The early wild wake-robins grew.

“It is the May-time,” said the bee;

“The queen of all the months for me;
The flowers are here, the sky is sunny,
’Tis now the time to gather honey.”

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“PLANTING OF THE APPLE TREE.

OME, let us plant the apple tree.
Cleave the tough greensward with the spade;
Wide let its hollow bed be made;
: There gently lay the roots, and there
Sift the dark mould with kindly care,
And press it o’er them tenderly —
As, round the sleeping infant’s feet,
We softly fold the cradle-sheet ;
So plant we the apple tree.

What plant we in this apple tree?
Buds, which the breath of summer days
/ Shall lengthen into leafy sprays;
Boughs where the thrush with crimson breast,
Shall haunt and sing and hide her nest;
We plant upon the sunny lea,
A shadow for the noontide hour,
A shelter from the summer shower,
When we plant the apple tree.

What plant we in this apple tree?
oa Sweets for a hundred flowery springs
To load the May wind’s restless wings,
b When from the orchard row, he pours
2 Its fragrance through our open doors;
a A-world of blossoms for the bee,
oy Flowers for the sick girl’s silent room,
i For the glad infant sprigs of bloom,
ae - We plant with the apple tree.

What plant we in this apple tree?
Fruits that shall swell in sunny June,
And redden in the August noon,
And drop, when gentle airs come by,
That fan the blue September sky,

While children come, with cries of glee,
And seek them where the fragrant grass
Betrays their bed to those who pass,

® At the foot of the apple tree.

And when, above this apple tree,
The winter stars are quivering bright,
And winds go howling through the night,
Girls, whose young eyes o’erflow with mirth, |
Shall peel its fruit by cottage hearth,

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And guests in prouder homes shall see, ._ .
Heaped with the grape of Cintra’s vine
And golden orange of the line,

The fruit of the apple tree.

The fruitage of this apple tree
Winds and our flag of stripe and star
Shall bear to coasts that lie afar,

Where men shall wonder at the view,
And ask in what fair groves they grew; ;

And sojourners beyond the sea
Shall think of childhood’s careless day,
And long, long hours of summer play,

In the shade of the apple tree.

Each year shall give this apple tree

A broader flush of roseate bloom,

A deeper maze of verdurous gloom,

And loosen, when the frost-clouds lower,

The crisp brown leaves in thicker shower.
The years shall come and pass, but we

Shall hear no longer, where we lie,

The summer’s songs, the autumn’s sigh,
In the boughs of the apple tree.

And time shall waste this apple tree.
Oh, when its aged branches throw
Thin shadows on the ground below,
Shall fraud and force and iron will
Oppress the weak and helpless still ?
What shall the tasks of mercy be,
Amid the toils, the strifes, the tears
Of those who live when length of years
Is wasting this little apple tree?

“ Who planted this old apple tree?”
The children of that distant day
Thus to some aged man shall say;
And, gazing on its mossy stem,
The gray-haired man shall answer them:
“ A poet of the land was he,
Born in the rude but good old times:
’Tis said he made some quaint old rhymes,
On planting the apple tree.”
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.

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PLANT A TREE.

E who plants a tree
Plants a hope.

Rootlets up through fibres blindly grope;
Leaves unfold into horizons free.

So man’s life must climb

From the clods of time

Unto heavens sublime.
Canst thou prophesy, thou little tree,
What the glory of thy boughs shall be?

He who plants a tree
Plants a joy ;

Plants a comfort that will never cloy.
Every day a fresh reality.

Beautiful and strong,

To whose shelter throng

Creatures blithe with song.
If thou couldst but know, thou happy tree,
Of the bliss that shalt inhabit thee.

He who plants a tree
He plants peace.

Under its green curtains. jargons cease,
Leaf and zephyr murmur soothingly ;

Shadows soft with sleep

Down tired eyelids creep,

Balm. of slumber deep.
Never hast thou dreamed, thou blessed tree,
Of the benediction thou shalt be.

He who plants a tree
He plants youth;
Vigor won for centuries in sooth;
Life of time, that hints eternity!
Boughs their strength uprear,
New shoots every year
On old growths appear.
Thou shalt teach the ages, sturdy tree,
Youth of soul is immortality.

He who plants a tree
He plants love;
Tents of coolness spreading out above
Wayfarers, he may not live to see
Gifts that grow are best ;
Hands that bless are blest;
Plant ; life does the rest ?

Heaven and earth help him who plants a tree,
' And his work its own reward shall be.

Lucy LARCOM.

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SPRING AND SUMMER.

PRING is growing up,
Is it not a pity?

She was such a little thing,

And so very pretty.
Summer is extremely grand,

We must pay her duty;
But it is to little Spring

That she owes her beauty!

From the glowing sky.
Summer shines above us;
Spring was such a little dear,
But will Summer love us?
She is very beautiful,
With her grown up blisses,
Summer we must bow before;
Spring we coax with kisses!

Spring is growing up,
Leaving us so lonely;

In the place of little Spring
We have Summer only!

Summer with her lofty airs,
And her stately paces ;

In the place of little Spring,
With her childish graces.

ALL YELLOW.

DANDELION sprang on the lawn,
All gayly dressed in yellow;
He nodded in the springing grass,
A jolly little fellow.

A yellow bird flew from the tree;
He, too, was dressed in yellow,
“The saucy thing to steal my coat !
The thief, the wicked fellow!”

A golden sunbeam came that way,
And eyes each little fellow;
“ Dear me when one the fashion leads,
How common grows my yellow.”

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A SONG TO MOTHER EARTH.

N the merry month of May
Comes our gladsome Arbor Day,
. And with cheerful voice we raise
Hearty notes of grateful praise.

To our loving mother earth,

To her kindness and her worth,
She who makes the world so gay,
On this happy Arbor Day.

She it is who makes the field

Plant and flower and fragrance yield,
And the graceful leafy tree,

Planted now along the lea.

Beautiful the meadow bright,

In the sunbeam’s golden light —
Buttercup and daisy fair

Mother earth has scatter@d there.

Clover, too, and lily white
Blossom in the morning light,—
All are tended by her hand,

As they deck the pleasant land.

See the waving blades of grass

As along our way we pass!

Mother earth has planted these

And the flowers, our sight to please.

Mother earth, thy name we sing,
While our cheery voices ring !
Loud our shouts of joy we raise
As we chant thy worthy praise !

God has given mother earth

4 Children fair, of wondrous birth —
His great goodness we adore,
s We will bless Him evermore!

Troy, N. Y., 1889. James H. KELLOoGc.

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THE MAIDEN SPRING.

DIALOGUE.
May:
LL the buds and bees are singing;
Ail the lily bells are ringing ;
All the brooks run full of laughter,
And the wind comes whispering after.
What is this they sing and say?
‘It is May !”

Look, dear children, look ! the meadows,
Where the sunshine chases shadows,
Are alive with fairy faces,
Peeping from their grassy places.
What is this the flowers say?

“It is May!”

See! the fair blue sky 1s brighter,
And our hearts with hope are lighter.
All the bells of joy are ringing ;
All are grateful voices singing ;
All the storms have passed away.
“It is May!”
ROSES :
We are blushing roses,
Bending with our fullness,
*Midst our close capped sister buds,
Warming the green coolness.

Hold one of us lightly —
See from what a slender

Stalk we bower in heavy blooms,
And roundness rich and tender.

LILIES:
We are lilies fair,
The flower of virgin light;
Nature held us forth, and said,
“Lo! my thought of white.”

Ever since then, angels
Hold us in their, hands;
You may see them when they take
In pictures their sweet stands.

Like the garden’s angels
Also do we seem,

And not the less for being crowned
With a golden dream.

LEIGH HUNT.

LreIGH HUNT.

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VIOLETS :

We are the sweet flowers,
Born of sunny showers,

(Think, whene’er you see us, what our beauty saith),
Utterance mute and bright,
Of some unknown delight;

We fill the air with pleasure by our simple breath,
All who see us love us—
We benefit all places;

Unto sorrow we give smiles and unto graces — races.

LEIGH HUNT.
PINK:

_ And, dearer I, the pink, must be,
And me thou sure dost choose,
Or else the gard’ner ne’er for me
Such watchful care would use ;
A crowd of leaves enriching bloom!
And mine through life the sweet perfume,
And all the thousand hues.
GOETHE.
Dalsy:
The flower that’s bright with the sun’s own light,
And hearty and true and bold,
Is the daisy sweet that nods at your feet,
And sprinkles the fields with gold.

DAFFODIL:
The dainty lady daffodil
Hath donned her amber gown,
And on her fair and sunny head
Sparkles her golden crown.

Her tall green leaves, like sentinels,
. Surround my lady’s throne,
And graciously in happy state,
She reigns a queen alone.
Mary E. SHARPE.
ARBUTUS:
If spring has maids of honor,
And why should not the spring,
With all her dainty service,
Have thought of some such thing ?

If spring has maids of honor,
Arbutus leads the train;
A lovelier, a fairer,
The spring would seek in vain.

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WORDS FROM THE TREE.

T is a great pleasure to think of the young people assembling to celebrate

the planting of trees, and connecting them with the names of authors

whose works are the farther and higher products of our dear old Mother Nature.
An Oriental poet says of his hero:

Sunshine was hein a Wintry place,
And in midsummer coolness and shade.

Such are all true thinkers, and no truer monuments of them can exist than
beautiful trees. Our word book is from the beech tablets on which men used
to write. Our word Bible is from the Greek for bark of a tree. Our word
paper is from the tree papyrus — the tree which Emerson found the most inter-
esting thing he saw in Sicily. Our word library is from the Latin Zéer, bark of
atree. Thus literature is traceable in the growth of trees, and was originally
written on leaves and wooden tablets. The West responds to the East in asso-
ciating great writers with groups of trees, and a grateful posterity will appre-
’ ciate the poetry of this idea as well while it enjoys the shade and beauty which
the schools are securing for it.

MONCURE D. Conway, Extract from Letter.

Under the reign of the Moorish caliphs the Iberian peninsula resembled a
vast garden, yielding grain and fruit of every known variety, in the most per-
fect quality, and in endless abundance. But then the Sierras and the mountain
slopes were covered with a luxuriant growth of timber, which was afterward
wantonly destroyed under the rule of kings. Now nearly all the plateau lands
of Spain are desert-like and unfit for agriculture, because of the scarcity of rain
and the want of water. The once delicious climate has become changeable and
rough. The average depth of the rivers is greatly diminished. The political
decadence of Spain has even been attributed to the destruction of the forests.

Of the infinite variety of fruits which spring from the bosom of the earth,
the trees of the wood are greatest in dignity. Of all the works of the creation
which know the changes of life and death, the trees of the forest have the
longest existence. Of all the objects which crown the gray earth, the woods
preserve unchanged, throughout the greatest reach of time, their native
character. The works of man are ever varying their aspect; his towns and
his fields alike reflect the unstable opinions, the fickle wills and fancies of each
passing generation; but the forests on his borders remain to-day the same as they
were ages of years since. Old as the everlasting hills, during thousands of
seasons they have put forth and laid down their verdure in calm obedience to
the decree which first bade them cover the ruins of the Deluge.

SUSAN FENIMORE COUPER. ural Hours.

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ARBOR DAY POEM.

Written and recited at the planting of the Buffalo “Normal Class tree,”
April 26, 1889, by Mrs. Anna R. Pride.

OME thou, my ofttimes sadly labored muse,
Infuse my pen with fire to meetly sing
A strain befitting this empiric rite,
A song that voices all the zeal we bring.
Thou knowest the theme and needst not warrior shield,
-No song of valor nor of love I ween

Shall be the task for which thine aid to yield,—
Just clothe my song with bright and classic green.

{a Thou little tree with sturdy northern face,
From Borealis’ fir-clad, ice-crowned zone,
Knowest thou the honor that we relegate
In planting thee thus for our very own?
We hollow out thy resting place with care ;
Thy rootlets coil beneath thy shining head ;
While sixty pairs of hands the task divide,
To make thy vernal and historic bed.

Class tree, classical and classed art thou

Now, with the evergreen and ancient yew

That time has planted for a horologue,

To watch these Normal classes come and go.
Take heart of all that here with thee we plant
Bright dreams, hopes as Parnassus’ crown,
Wealth of devotion, deep as Stygian stream,
O’er which brave souls pass on to high renown.

Drink rootlets of the Ambrosial wine we pour

Till youth immortal permeates thy heart ;

Be thou milestone on path of life,

That points the march of those that choose the better part.
The migratory flocks that seek thy shade,

Whether to build a tome or build a nest,

Shall find a potent, soothing, magic charm

That woos them all invitingly to rest.

We place the turf around thy form, and go

Not as sad mourners leaving buried dust ;

But hopeful, waiting for a crowning day,

Perfection cometh aye for those that trust.

We plant thee in the century’s jubilee,

Trusting thy years may not have reached their prime,
When other bards shall swell the glorious lay

The nation’s natal day in nineteen eighty-nine.

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Blow strong west wind with hopeful vigor fraught,
But spare our pillars grand, our turrets high,

And send thy vivifying aid to live, and grow,
Down where our class tree’s buried life-germs lie.
And sunny skies smile after showers have kissed
Dust from the leaflets’ trembling form away,

And keep our tree from blight and death, to greet
The dawn of each returning Arbor Day.

WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE.

OODMAN, spare that tree !
Touch not a single bow!

In youth it sheltered me,

And I'l] protect it now.
’T was my. forefather’s hand

That placed it near his cot
There, woodman, let it stand;

Thy ax shall harm it not!

That old familiar tree,
Whose glory and renown
Are spread o’er land and sea, —
And wouldst thou hack it down ?
Woodman, forbear thy stroke!
Cut not its earth-bound ties;
O, spare that aged oak,
Now towering to the skies!

When but an idle boy

I sought its grateful shade ;
In all their gushing joy,

Here, too, my. sisters played.
My mother kissed me here ;

My father pressed my hand—
Forgive the foolish tear;

But let that old oak stand.

My heart-strings round thee cling,
Close as thy bark, old friend;
Here shall the wild-bird sing,
And still thy branches bend.
Old tree! the storm still brave !
And, woodman, leave the spot ;
While I’ve a hand to save,

Thy ax shall harm it not.
GEORGE P. MORRIS.

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“WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE.”
HISTORY OF THE POEM.

EACHERS may give pupils the following account of the way in which Mr.
Morris came to write the poem, ‘‘Woodman, Spare that Tree.” The
poem may then be memorized by all the pupils, and recited or sung on “Arbor
Day.” Mr. Morris, in a letter to a friend, dated New York, February 1, 1837,
gave in substance the foliowing account:

—— Riding out of town a few days since, in company with a friend, an old gentle-
man, he invited me to turn down a little, romantic woodland pass, not far from
Bloomingdale. “Your object?” inquired I. ‘‘ Merely to look once more at an
old tree planted by my grandfather long before I was born, under which I used
to play when a boy, and where my sisters played with me. There I often lis-
tened to the good advice of my parents. Father, mother, sisters —all are gone;
nothing but the old tree remains.’ And a paleness overspread his fine counte-
nance, and tears came to his eyes. After a moment’s pause, he added: “ Don’t
think me foolish. I don’t know how it is: I never ride out but I turn down
this lane to look at that old tree. I have a thousand recollections about it, and
I always greet it as a familiar and well-remembered friend.” These words were
scarcely uttered when the old gentleman cried out, ‘‘ There it is.” Near the
tree stood a man with his coat off, sharpening an ax. “ You're not going to
cut that tree down, surely?” Yes, but I am, though,” said the woodman.
“What for?” inquired the old gentleman, with choked emotion. ‘“ What for?

I like that! Well, I will tell you, I want the tree for fire wood.” ‘‘ What is
' the tree worth to you for fire wood?” “Why, when down, about ten dollars.”
; “Suppose I should give you that sum,” said the old gentleman, “ would you
: let it stand?” “Yes.” “You are sure of that?” “Positive!” “Then give

me a bond to that effect." We went into the little cottage in which my com-
panion was born, but which is now occupied by the woodman. I drew up the
bond. It was signed, and the money paid over. As we left, the young girl,
the daughter of the woodman, assured us that while she lived the tree should
not be cut. These circumstances made a strong impression on my mind, and
furnished me with the materials for the song I send you.

The objects of the restoration of the forests are as multifarious as the motives
which have led to their destruction, and as the evils which that destruction has
occasioned. The planting of the mountains will diminish the frequency and
violence of river inundations; prevent the formation of torrents; mitigate the
extremes of atmospheric temperature, humidity and precipitation; restore
dried-up springs, rivulets and sources of irrigation; shelter the fields from
chilling and from parching winds: prevent the spread of miasmatic effluvia;
and, finally, furnish an inexhaustible and self-renewing supply of material
indispensable to so many purposes of domestic comfort, to the successful exer-
cise of every act of peace, every destructive energy of war.

GEORGE P. MARSH, ‘‘ Man and Nature.”

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PUSSY AND THE POPPIES.

OPPIES red, and pink, and white,
In my grandma’s garden beds,
’Gainst the green you look so bright;
How you dance and nod your heads!

Little kittie, ball of fuzz,
(Brightest eyes I ever saw!)
If you try to make him buzz,
That old bee will sting your paw.

You’re a lazy pussy cat,
Watching poppies bow and sway;
Breezes make them bend like that,
They don’t do it for your play.

Only see how fast I sew!

Grandma Said to piece this square ;
It’s no time to play, you know,

Till you’ve done your work all fair.

You should go and catch the mice

In my grandpa’s corn and meal.
If you take my good advice,

Only think how proud you'll feel.

There’s my grandma calling me!
Oh, what ever shall I do?

For my seam’s not done, you see,
Here I’ve sat and scolded you.

YOUTH’S COMPANION.

THE WILLOW TREE.

REE of the gloom, o’erhanging the tomb,
Thou seem’st to love the churchyard sod ;

Thou art ever found on the charnel ground,
Where the laughing and happy have rarely trod.
When thy branches trail to the wintry gale,
Thy wailing is sad to the hearts of men,
When the world is bright in a summer's light,
’Tis only the wretched that love thee then.
The golden moth and the shining bee

Will seldom rest on the willow tree.
EL1zA COOK.

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THE ORCHARD.

TS seeds were in the clearing sown,

It felt the vigorous soil;

Long since to massive grandeur grown,
It paid the settler’s toil.

There blossoms by the breeze released,
Fall in a sweet May shower,

There autumn brings its dainty feast,
To grace Pomona’s bower.

The earliest whispers of the spring,
Its branches linger through;

There ever did the bluebird bring
The sweetest notes it knew.

The robin seeks its lusty arms
Outstretched in kindest way ;

The bobolink amidst its charms
Sings through the long June day.

But not to song bird all alone,
An Eden it appears ;

What place has childhood ever known
That memory more endears.

Perhaps affection’s early gleam
Imparts more vivid glow

But there the blossoms whitest seem,
The apples fairest grow.

There boyhood climbed the topmost bough,
To pluck the finest fruit ;

While girlhood, flushed on cheek and brow,
Came eager in pursuit ;

But he, allured by witching eyes,
To her the prize has thrown —

Blame not, for never yet more wise
Has manhood ever grown.

In later years, when bending low
With fruit of green and gold,

Did not the listening branches know
The tale of love they told?

Did not the trees in murmuring speech
Recall some moonlight stroll,

Where joyful eyes flashed back to each
The lovelight of the soul ?

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With artist thought, fair autumn blends
The sunbeam and the dew;
And to the weighted orchard lends
Fresh lustre, deeper hue;
Till in the golden mist of fall,
Or sunset’s richer glow,
No rural picture of them all
More beautiful we know.
ALBANY JOURNAL.

THE FOUR SISTERS.

HERE will come a maiden soon, I ween,
Dressed in a cloak of palest green ;
The robins follow her gentle call,
And wild-flowers bloom where her footsteps fall.

There will come another with stately tread,
In lilies'and roses garlanded ;

Her breath is the essence of all things sweet,
And she carries a sheaf of golden wheat.

A third will come dressed in a nut-brown suit,
Her lap all filled with yellow fruit ;

Around her brow are autumn leaves,

And she makes her way ’mid vines and sheaves.

Lastly a snow-white maiden fair

Will come bedecked with diamonds rare;
She will put the others to rest complete,
And wrap them all in a winding-sheet.

MAY MORNING.

OW the bright morning star, day’s harbinger,

Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.

Hail bounteous May! that dost inspire

Mirth and youth, and warm desire ;

Woods and groves are of thy dressing,

Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,

And welcome thee and wish thee long.
MILTON.

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OUR ALMANAC.

OBINS in the tree-tops,
Blossoms in the grass;
Green things a-growing
Everywhere you pass;
_ Sudden little breezes ;
Showers of silver dew;
Black bough and bent twig
Budding out anew!
Pine-tree and willow-tree,
Fringed elm and larch,
Don’t you think that May-time’s
Pleasanter than March?

Apples in the orchard,
Mellowing one by one;
Strawberries upturning
Soft cheeks to the sun;
Roses, faint with sweetness;
Lilies, fair of face ;
Drowsy scents and murmurs
Haunting every place.
Lengths of golden sunshine ;
Moonlight bright as day —-
Don’t you think that Summer's
Pleasanter than May?

Roger in the corn-patch,
Whistling negro songs;
Pussy by the hearth-side,
~ Romping with the tongs;
Chestnuts in the ashes,
Bursting through the rind;
Red-leaf and gold-leaf,
Rustling down the wind ;
Mother doing peaches
All the afternoon —
Don’t you think that Autumn’s
Pleasanter than June?

Little fairy snow-flakes,
‘Dancing in the flue ;
Old Mr: Santa Claus,
What is keeping you ?
Twilight and firelight ;
Shadows come and go;
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Merry chime of sleigh-bells,
Tinkling through the snow;
Mother knitting stockings,
(Pussy has the ball !)
Don’t you think that Winter’s
Pleasanter than all ?
THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.

TALKING IN THEIR SLEEP.

os OU think I am dead,”
The apple-tree said,
“ Because I have never a leaf to show —
Because I stoop,
And my branches droop,
And the dull gray mosses over me grow!
But I’m all alive in trunk and shoot; .
The buds of next May
I fold away —
But I pjty the withered grass at my root.”

“You think I am dead,”
The quick grass said,
“ Because I have started with stem and blade!
But under the ground
I am safe and sound
With the snow’s thick blanket over me laid.
I’m all alive, and ready to shoot,
Should the spring of the year
Come dancing here —
But I pity the flower without branch or root.”

“You think I am dead,”
A soft voice said,
“ Because not a branch or root I own!
I never have died,
But close I hide,
In a plumy seed that the wind has sown,
Patient I wait through the long winter hours ;
You will see me again —
I shall laugh at you then,
Out of the eyes of a hundred flowers.”
EpitH M. THOMAS, in S¢, Nicholas.

“All the trees have torches lit.”
Lucy Larcom’s ‘‘ Jadian Summer.”

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THE POPULAR POPLAR TREE.

HEN the great wind sets things whirling,
And rattles the window-panes,

And blows the dust in giants

And dragons tossing their manes;
When the willows have waves like water,

And children are shouting with glee;
When the pines are alive and the larches,—

Then hurrah for you and me,
In the tip o’ the top o’ the top o’ the tip of the popular poplar tree !

Don't talk about Jack and the Beanstalk —
He did not climb half so high!
And Alice in all her travels
Was never so near the sky!
Only the swallow, a-skimming
The storm-cloud over the lea,
Knows how it feels to be flying —
When the gusts come strong and free —
In the tip o’ the top o’ the top o’ the tip of the popular poplar tree!
BLANCH WILLIS Howarpb.

FALL SONG.

HE ash-berry clusters are darkly red ;
The leaves of the chestnut are almost shed;
The wild grape hangs out her purple fruit ;
The maple puts on her brightest suit.

The boys chase the squirrel from tree to tree:

“ There are nuts,” says the squirrel, “ for you and for me;”
The boys hear the chatter — the squirrel is gone;
They shout and they peer, but he’s seen by none.

After a silence, the wind complains,

Like a creature longing to burst its chains;
The swallows are gone, I saw them gather,
I heard them murmuring of the weather.

The clouds move fast, the south is blowing,
The sun is slanting, the year is going;

Oh, I loye to walk where the leaves lie dead,
And hear them rustle beneath my tread!

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THE RETURN OF MAY.

AIL! fair queen, adorned with flow
Attended by the smiling hours!
’Tis thine to dress the rosy bowers,
In colors gay.
We love to wander in thy train,
To meet thee on the fertile plain,
To bless thy soft propitious reign,
O lovely May!

‘Tis thine to dress the vale anew
In fairest verdure bright with dew ;
And harebells of the mildest blue

Smile on thy way.
Then let us welcome pleasant spring,
And still the flowery tribute bring,
And still to thee our carol sing,

O lovely May.

Now, by the genial zephyr fanned,
The blossoms of the rose expand ;
And, reared by thee with gentle hand,

Their charms display.
The air is balmy and serene,
And all the sweet, luxuriant scene
By thee is clad in tender green,

O lovely May!

Mrs. HEMANS.

ROBIN AND CHICKEN.

PLUMP little robin flew down from the tree,
To hunt for a worm which he happened to see.
A frisky young chicken came. scampering by
And gazed at the robin with wondering eye.

Said the chicken: “ What a queer-looking chicken is that ;
Its wings are so long and its body so fat!”
While the robin remarked loud enough to be heard:

“ Dear me! an exceedingly strange-looking bird !”’

“Can you sing?” robin asked, and the chicken said “No,”
But asked in its turn if the robin could crow.
So the bird sought a tree and the chicken a wall,
And each thought the other knew nothing at all.

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LESSON OF THE LEAVES.

T J OW do the leaves grow
In spring upon their stem ?
The sap swells up with a drop for all,
And that is life to them.

What do the leaves do
Through the long summer hours ?
They make a home for the singing birds,
: - A shelter for the flowers.

How do the leaves fade
Beneath the autumn blast ?

Oh, fairer they grow before they die,
Their brightest is their last.

How are we like leaves?
O children weak and small,

God knows each leaf of the forest shade,
He knows you each and all.

Never a leaf falls
Until its part is done.

God gives us grace like sap and dew,
Some work to every one.

You must grow old too,
Beneath the autumn sky;

But lovelier and brighter your lives may glow,
Like leaves before they die.

Brighter with kind deeds,
With hope and gladness given;
Till the leaf falls down from the withered tree,
s And the spirit is in heaven !

NDER the yaller pines I house,
U When sunshine makes them all sweet scented,
: An hear among their furry boughs
The baskin’ weSt wind purr contented.
LOWELL, Biglow Papers.

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THE VOICE OF THE GRASS.

ERE I come, creeping, creeping everywhere.
By the dusty road-side,
On the sunny hill-side,
Close by the noisy brook,
In every. shady nook,
I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere.
All around the open door,
Where sit the aged poor,
Here where the children play
In the bright and merry May,

I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere.
In the noisy city street,
My pleasant face you'll meet,
’ Cheering the sick at heart,
Toiling his busy part —
Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere,
You cannot see me coming,
Nor hear my low sweet humming;
For in the starry night,
And the glad morning light,

I come quietly creeping, creeping everywhere,

Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere.
More welcome than the flowers,
In summer’s pleasant hours.
The gentle cow is glad,
And the merry bird not sad,
To see me creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere,
When you’re numbered with the dead,
In your still and narrow bed,
In the happy spring I’ll come
And deck your silent home —
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.

Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere.
My humble song of praise
Most joyfully I’ll raise
To Him at whose cgmmand
I beautify the land — :
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.
SARAH ROBERTS,

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ROBIN ’S COME.

ROM the elm-tree’s topmost bough,
F Hark! the robin’s early song!
Telling one and all that now

Merry spring-time hastes along.
Welcome tidings dost thou bring,
Little harbinger of Spring:

Robin ’s come.

Of the Winter we are weary,
Weary of the frost and snow;
Longing for the sunshine cheery,
And the brooklet’s gurgling flow.
Gladly then we hear thee sing
The joyful reveille of Spring:
Robin ’s come.

Ring it out o’er hill and plain,
Through the garden’s lonely bowers,
Till the green leaves dance again,
Till the air is sweet with flowers!
Wake the cowslips by the rill;
Wake the yellow daffodil :
Robin ’s come,

Singing still in yonder lane,
Robin answers merrily ;
Ravished by the sweet refrain,
Alice clasps her hands in glee,
Calling from the open door,
With her soft voice, o’er and o’er,
“ Robin ’s come.”

* i + The hills,
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales,
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods; rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks,
That make the meadows green; and poured round all,
Old ocean’s gray and melancholy waste, —
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. > *

BrRYANT’S Thanatopsis.

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FOREIGN LANDS.

P into the cherry-tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands,
And looked abroad on foreign lands.

I saw the next-door garden lie,
Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before.

I saw the dimpling river pass

And be the sky’s blue looking-glass ;
And dusty roads go up and down,
And people tramping into town.

If I could find a higher tree,
Farther and farther I could see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships —

To where the roads on either hand
Lead onward into fairy-land,
Where all the children dine at five,
And all the playthings are alive.

GOD PROVIDETH FOR THE MORROW.

O! the lilies of the field,
How their leaves instruction yield ;

Hark to nature’s lesson, given
By the blessed birds of heaven!
Every bush and tufted tree
Warbles sweet philosophy :

“ Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow;

God provideth for the morrow.

“ Say, with richer crimson glows

The kingly mantle or the rose ?

Say, have kings more wholesome fare

Than we poor citizens of air?

Barns nor hoarded grain have we,

Yet we carol merrily :
Mortal, flee from doubt and sorrow;
God provideth for the morrow.’

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FOREST SONG.

SONG for the beautiful trees!
A A song for the forest grand,
The garden of God’s own land,
The pride of His centuries.
Hurrah! for the kingly oak,
For the maple, the sylvan queen,
For the lords of the emerald cloak,
For the ladies in living green.

For the beautiful trees a song,
The peers of a glorious realm,
The linden, the ash, and the elm,
The poplar stately and strong.
Hurrah! for the beech-tree trim,
For the hickory stanch at core,
For the locust thorny and grim,
For the silvery sycamore.

A song for the palm,— the pine,
And for every tree that grows
From the desolate zone of snows .
To the zone of the burning line.
Hurrah! for the warders proud
Of the mountain-side and vale,
That challenge the thunder-cloud,
And buffet the stormy gale.

A song for the forest aisled,
With its gothic roof sublime,
The solemn temple of time,

Where man becometh a child,

As he lists to the anthem-roll
Of the wind in the solitude,

The hymn which telleth his soul

That God is the voice of the wood.

So long as the rivers flow,
So long as the mountains rise,
May the forest sing to the skies,
And shelter the earth below.
Hurrah! for the beautiful trees,
Hurrah! for the forest grand,
The pride‘of His centuries,
The garden of God's own land.

W. H. VENABLE.

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PLANTED. .

HELD my baby on my knee,
My blue-eyed Bessie, three years old;
She laid her dimpled cheek on mine,
And in my ear her trouble told.

“ Papa, pease may me go to school,
Like sister Nell and Tatie Snow?”
Then as I smiled she begged again,
With kisses sweet, “ Pease may me go?

“ When Bessie grows as large as Nell,
Then she may go to school,” I said.
‘ But mother’s words and father’s rules
Are quite enough for this small head.”

She said no more, but sat awhile

“ Thinking her think,” then ran away ;
And as I turned to work again,

I heard her in the yard at play.

Then mother called, ‘Come, Bessie, come ;
‘Tis time to go to sleep, you know.”—
“O dear mamma, pease let me stay!
I'se panted, ‘tause I want to grow.”

’Twas true! for there our baby stood,
With feet fast planted in the ground,
While water-pot and garden tool,
Ready for use, lay scattered round.

On mother’s second call she came,

With rumpled dress and muddy shoe,
And looking up quite grieved, she said,

“ Why tan’t me grow, as flowers do?”

When April winds
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up,
Opened, in airs of June, her multitude
Of golden chalices to humming birds
And silken wing’d insects of the sky. |
BRYANT, The Fountain.

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THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY.

HAT flower is this that greets the morn,
Its hues from heaven so freshly born?

The full-blown flower of liberty! ©
Then hail the banner of the free,
The starry flower of liberty!

3 With burning star and flaming band

F It kindles all the sunset land :

; O tell us what its name may be,—.

Is this the flower of liberty ?

a It is the banner of the free,

t The starry flower of liberty!:

r

“ In savage nature’s far abode

4 Its tender seeds our fathers sowed ;

4 The storm-winds rocked its swelling bud,
3 Its opening leaves were streaked with blood,
q Till lo! earth’s tyrants shook to see

Behold its streaming rays unite,

One mingling flood of braided light,—

The red that fires the southern rose,

With spotless white from northern rose,

And, spangled o’er its azure, see

The sister stars of liberty! :
Then hail the banner of the free,
The starry flower of liberty !

The blades of heroes fence it round,
Where’er it springs is holy ground;
From tower and dome its glories spread;
It waves where lonely sentries tread ;.
It makes the land as ocean free,
And plants an empire on the sea!
Then hail the banner of the free,
The starry flower of liberty!

Thy sacred leaves, fair freedom’s flower,
Shall ever float on dome and tower,
To all their heavenly colors true,
In blackening frost or crimson dew,—
And God love us as we love thee,
Thrice holy flower of liberty!

Then hail the banner of the free,

The starry flower of liberty!

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

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MIDSUMMER.

HROUGH all the long midsummer day
The meadow-sides are sweet with hay.

I seek the coolest sheltered seat
Just where the field and forest meet,
Where grow the pine-trees tall and bland,
The ancient oaks austere and grand,
And fringy roots and pebbles fret
The ripples of the rivulet.

I watch the mowers as they go

Through the tall grass, a white-sleeved row;
With even stroke their scythes they swing,
In tune their merry whetstones ring;
Behind, the nimble youngsters run

And toss the thick swaths in the sun;

The cattle graze; while, warm and still,
Slopes the broad pasture, basks the hill,
And bright, when summer breezes break,
The green wheat 'crinkles like a lake.

The butterfly and humble-bee

Come to the pleasant woods with me,
Quickly before me runs the quail,
The chickens skulk behind the rail,
High up the lone wood-pigeon sits,
And the wood-pecker pecks and flits.

Sweet woodland music sinks and swells,
The brooklet rings its tinkling bells,
The swarming insects drone and hum,
The partridge beats his throbbing drum,
The squirrel leaps among the boughs,
And chatters in his leafy house,

The oriole flashes by; and, look!

Into the mirror of the brook,

Where the vain blue-bird trims his coat,
Two tiny feathers fall and float.

As silently, as tenderly,

The dawn of peace descends on me.

Oh, this is peace! I have no need

Of friend to talk, of book to read:

_A dear Companion here abides;

Close to my thrilling heart He hides ;

The holy silence is His voice:

I lie and listen, and rejoice. J. T. TROWBRIDGE.

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THE AWAKENING YEAR.

HE bluebirds and the violets
Are with us once again,
And promises of summer spot
The hillside and the plain.

The clouds around the mountain tops
Are riding on the breeze,

Their trailing azure trains of mist
Are tangled in the trees.

The snow-drifts, which have lain so long
Haunting the hidden nooks,

Like guilty ghosts have slipped away
Unseen, into the brooks.

The streams are fed with generous rains,
They drink the wayside springs,

‘And flutter down from crag to crag,
Upon their foamy wings.

Through all the long, wet nights they brawl,

By mountain homes remote,
Till woodmen in their sleep behold
Their ample rafts afloat.

The lazy wheel that hung so dry
Above the idle stream,

Whirls wildly in the misty dark,
And through the miller’s dream.

Loud torrent unto torrent calls,
Till at the mountain's feet,

Flashing afar their spectral light,
The noisy waters meet.

They meet, and through the lowlands sweep

Toward briny bay and lake,
Proclaiming to the distant.towns,
“ The country is awake.”

THOMAS BUCHANAN READ.

HE moon shines bright :—In such a night as this,
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees,
And they did make no noise.

MERCHANT OF VENICE, Act V, Sc. 1.

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THE VINE AND THE OAK.

VINE was growing beside.a thrifty oak, and had just reached that height
at which it requires support. “Oak,” said the vine, “bend your trunk so
that you may be a support to me.”

“ My support,” replied the oak, “is naturally yours, and you may rely on my
strength to bear you up; but I am too large and too solid to bend. Put your
arms around me, my pretty vine, and I will manfully support and cherish you,
if you have an ambition to climb as high as the clouds.

‘‘While I thus hold you up, you will ornament my rough trunk with your
pretty green leaves and shining scarlet berries: We were made by the Master
of Life to grow together, that by our union the weak may be made strong, and
the strong render aid to the weak.”’

“But I wish to grow independently,” said the vine; “why cannot you twine
around me, and let me grow up straight, and not be a mere dependent on you?”

“Nature,” answered the oak, “did not so design it. It is impossible that you
should grow to any height alone; and if you try it, the winds and the rain, if
not your own weight, will bring you to the ground,

‘‘ Neither is it proper for you to run your arms hither and thither among the
trees. They will say, ‘It is not my vine—it is a stranger —get thee gone; I
will not cherish thee!’ By this time thou wilt be so entangled among the
different branches that thou canst not get back to the oak, and nobody will
then admire thee or pity thee.”

“ Ah, me,” said the vine, “let me escape from such a destiny;” and she twined
herself around the oak, and they. grew and flourished happily together.

THE UNFADING EVERGREEN.

OW bright the unfading evergreen,
Amid the forest trees !.
In Summer and Winter there ‘tis seen
To wave to the passing breeze.
And may I be so like to thee,
‘O never fading tree !
That all may feel, in woe or weal,
1 shall unchanging be.
How bright the unfading evergreen,
Amid the forest trees!
In Summer and Winter there ‘tis seen,
To wave to the passing breeze.
Ever, ever may I be seen
Like to the beauteous evergreen.

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RACE OF THE FLOWERS.

HE trees and the flowers seem running a race,
But none treads down the other;
And neither thinks it his disgrace
To be later than his brother.

Yet the pear tree shouts to the lilac tree,
“ Make haste, for the Spring is late!
And the lilac tree whispers to the chestnut tree,
Because he is so great,
“Pray you, great sir, be quick, be quick,
7 Far down below we are blossoming thick !”

Then the chestnut hears and comes out in bloom —

White, or pink, to the tip-top boughs —

4 Oh why not grow higher, there's plenty of room,
You beautiful tree, with the sky for your house?

Then like music they seem to burst out together,
The little and the big, with a beautiful burst;
They sweeten the wind, they paint the weather,
And no one remembers which was first;
White rose, red rose,
Bud rose, shed rose,
Larkspur, and lilac, and the rest,
North, south, east, west,
June, July, August, September !—

Ever so late in the year will come,

Many a red geranium,

And sunflowers up to November!
Then the Winter has overtaken .nem all,
The fogs and the rains begin to fall,
And the flowers after running their races,
Are weary, and shut up their little’ faces,
And under the ground they go to sleep.
Is it very fardown? Yes ever so deep.

GOLDEN ROD.

AY down in the meadow, and close by the brook.
If ever you take the trouble to look,
A plant you will see that shows in the light
With its green and gold so gay and bright,
Nodding and tossing its head in pride,
As if it were queen of the meadow wide.
That beautiful blossom, so tall and odd,
Is the bloom of ‘the plant called golden rod.

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THE OLD TREE.

LD tree, how low you. seem to stoop,
How much your trunk is bent;
Why don’t you make a rise and grow
Up straight, as you were meant?

And has the old tree found a voice?
And does it speak and sigh ?

No! ’twas the soft sweet wind that came
To stir its leaves on high.

But still the young boy thought he heard
The old tree sigh, “Too late!

When I was young it was the time
To come and bend me straight.

“They should have bound me to a prop,
And made me straight and fast ;
A child like you could bend me then,
; But now my time is past!

“ No use for men to waste their strength,
And pull with ropes at me;
They could not move my stem an inch,
For bent I still must be.”

And then the soft wind came once more,
And set the leaves at play,

So that the young boy thought he heard
The old tree sigh and say:

“O child! be wise while you are young,
Nor bend nor stoop to sin!
Drive out the bad thoughts from your heart,
And keep the good ones in!

“ Don’t think you may be bad in youth,
And one day change your plan ;
Just what you grow up from a child,
You will be as a man.

“No use to try, when you are old,
To mend and grow up straight ;
For all good men that pass you then
Will sigh and say, ‘Too late!’

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“ Take for your prop the book of God,
And by its rules be bound;
And let the wise words of your friends
Be stakes to fence you round.

“So straight and strong you shall be found,
A joy and praise to see;
And one day, in the courts of God,
You'll stand a fair young tree.”

MY ELM TREE.

T stands alone, on the brow of a little hill, not far from my door. The sight
of it gives me so much pleasure, that I have learned to love it as if it were
a human friend. I go often to visit it. ;

It is a magnificent tree. The trunk rises high in a single stem, then divides
into three principal branches. These three great branches grow gradually
farther and farther apart, then bend rapidly outward with an easy sweep, and
finally divide into a number of smaller branches.

Of these smaller branches, the lower or under ones bend down toward the
ground in graceful curves, and, dividing into many branchlets and twigs, form the
drooping. boughs of the tree. The upper ones grow erect, and their branchlets

_ and twigs, spreading out and bending in all directions, make the airy top of the tree.

In the summer-time this lovely tree is covered with dark green leaves. It rests
the eye to look at it, and it is a delight to sit under it. But it is not in summer
only that it is beautiful. In the autumn its leaves turn to a sober brown,
touched here and there with bright golden-yellow; and, when the sun shines
on it, it is glorious to behold.

When the rude autumn winds have stripped it of its leaves it is still pleasant
to watch the graceful branches swaying in the wind; and then, too, I can see
the birds’ nests, which the leaves have hidden during the summer. Almost
always there are one or two orioles’ nests, swinging like little bags from the
ends of the long slender branches.

The earliest spring flowers blossom under my elm tree. But the dear old
tree is not to be outdone by the little plants at its foot, for it puts forth its
blossoms as soon as they.. Its flowers always come before its leaves. They
are very tiny flowers, of a yellowish hue, and grow in small clusters on the
sides of the twigs.

The flowers are soon followed by the seeds, which ripen and fall just as the
leaves come out. The leaves are rather small and dark green, and grow on
short stems called foot-stalks. They are, almost all of them, oval in shape, and
have a slender point at the apex. .The under side of the leaf is whitish and
hairy, and the ribs show very plainly.

All elm trees are not shaped just as “mine is; but any boy or girl can always
tell an elm tree by its graceful, curving branches, and slender drooping twigs.

REBeEccA D. RICKOFF.
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JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT.

ACK-IN-THE-PULPIT
Preaches to-day,
Under the green trees
Just over the way.
Squirrel and song-sparrow,
High on their perch,
Hear the sweet lily-bells
Ringing to church.

Come, hear what his reverence,
Rises to say,
In his low, painted pulpit,
This calm Sabbath day.
Fair is the canopy
Over him seen,
Penciled, by nature’s hand,
Black, brown and green;
Green is his surplice,
Green are his bands;
In his queer little pulpit
The little priest stands.

In black and gold velvet,
So gorgeous to see,
Comes with his bass voice,
The chorister bee.

Green fingers playing
Unseen on wind-lyres;

Low, singing-bird voices ;
These are his choirs.

The violets are deacons;
I know by the sign

That the cups which they carry
Are purple with wine.

And the columbines bravely
As sentinels stand

On the lookout, with all their
Red trumpets in hand. —

Meek-faced anemones,
Drooping and sad ;

Great yellow violets,
Smiling out glad ;

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Buttercups’ faces,
_ ‘Beaming and bright;
Clovers, with bonnets —
Some red and some white;
Daisies, their white fingers
Half clasped in prayer;
Dandelions, proud of
The gold of their hair;

- Innocents, children

Guileless and frail,
Meek little faces

Upturned and pale;
Wild-wood geraniums, ~

Allin their best, ~
Languidly leaning

In purple gauze dressed ;
All are assembled,

This sweet Sabbath day,
To hear what the priest

In his pulpit will say.

WHITTIER.

THE GOLDEN ROD.

LL hail the lovely golden rod,
The dusty roadside fringing!
Midst grasses tall its gray crests nod,
; The world with glory tingeing.

Its fluffy blossoms manifold,

The swampy meadows flecking,
Weave tapestry of cloth of gold,

The fields with splendor decking.

Along the dark old forest’s edge
The yellow plumes are streaming,
And through the thick and tangled hedge,
The golden wands are gleaming.

‘The lakeside slope is all aglow,
Where golden rod is drooping,
<0 mirrored in the depths below
In many a graceful grouping.
- Eva J. BEEDE.

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THE ANXIOUS LEAF.

NCE upon a time a little leaf was heard to sigh and cry, as leaves often do
when a gentle wind is about. And the twig said, “ What is the matter,
little leaf?”

And the leaf said, ‘‘The wind just told me that one day it would pull me off
and throw me down to die on the ground!”

The twig told it to the branch on which it grew, and the branch told it to the
tree. And when the tree heard it, it rustled all over, and sent back word to
the leaf, “ Do not be afraid; hold on tightly, and you shall not go till you want to.”

And so the leaf stopped sighing, but went on nestling and singing. Every
time the tree shook itself and stirred up all its leaves, the branches shook ©
themselves, and the little twig shook itself, and the little leaf danced up and
down merrily, as if nothing could ever pull it off. And so it grew all summer
long till October.

And when the bright days of autumn came, the little leaf saw all the leaves

around becoming very beautiful. Some were yellow and some scarlet, and some
striped with both colors. Then it asked the tree what it meant? And the tree
said, “ All these leaves are getting ready to fly away, and they have put on these
beautiful colors because of joy.”
.. Then the little leaf began to want to go too, and grew very beautiful in think-
ing of it, and when it was very gay in color; it saw that the branches of the
tree had no bright color in them, and so the leaf said, “O branches! why are
you lead color and we golden?”

“We must keep on our work clothes, for our life is not done; but your
clothes are for holiday, because your tasks are over,” said the branches.

Just then, a little puff of wind came, and the leaf let go, without thinking of
it, and the wind took it up, and turned ‘it over and over, and whirled it like a
spark of fire in the air, and then it dropped gently down under the edge of the
fence among hundreds of leaves, and fell into a dream, and never waked up to
tell what it dreamed about. ;

‘Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; ’tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy’to joy; for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is; nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e’er prevail against us, or disturb
Our cheerful faith that.all which we behold
Is full of blessing.”

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MAY MORNING.
FOR SIX GIRLS.

REETED meat early day,
Groups of girls the fields adorning ;
Wreathing for their queen of May,
Blossoms of the morning.

Cease, I cried, o’er hill and heath,
Wasting thus the fragrant hours;
I can make a fairer wreath —
You shall be the flowers.

Who will be a violet ?—
Little Alice, take thy station;
Lo! thine eyes are dewy yet
_ With some thought’s creation.

Dainty words and bashful smiles
Wreathe thy fresh lips ever newly;

Conquering with thy timid wiles,
Harsher souls unruly.

Margaret, with pure cold eyes,
Thou shalt be a scornful lily

Bending in a proud surprise ;
Smiling proud and chilly.

Loose adown thy snowy veil,
Till those eyes, like stars of even,
_ Through the silver cloud burn pale,
Lighting still the heaven.

Now a rose!. Now a rose!
Look at Julia, richly blushing,
Where the sun his kisses throws, .
Hair and forehead flushing.

Floating o’er the crimson cheek,
Mossy ringlets fall disparted ;

Darling rose, so mild, so meek,
True and fragrant-hearted.

Where shall we a daisy see?—
Yonder sits my romping Lizzie,
With her hand upon her knee, _.
In some mischief busy.

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She has morning’s golden beam
Prisoned in her flying tresses ;
, And the evening’s rosy gleam
Still her cheek expresses.

Now the dimpled arms aloft,
Shouting to the birds above her;
Chanting now in carols soft,
Of the hearts that love her.

Geraldine, with lips of flame,
Thou shalt be a fuchsia, bending
Graceful near the ivy frame ;
Strength and frailness blending.

Autumn dropped thee from his sheaves,
Through his harvest lately roaming:
Spring returns for what he leaves ; —
Bow we to her coming.
ELiza L. SPROAT,

ROSES.

H, the queen of all the roses it cannot be denied
Is the heavy crimson rose of velvet leaf ;
There is such a gracious loyalty about her vivid bloom,
That among all charming kindred she is chief.

Then the fainter-shaded roses, in their balmy damask pride,
Group like satellites about one central star,—

Royal princesses, of whom we can discover at a glance,
What aristocrats the dainty creatures are.

Then those tender, gauzy roses, clustered closely on their views,
They are gentle maids of honor I am told;

But the pompous yellow roses, they are sneered at, it is said,
For so showing off the color of their gold.

And the roses that are powerless to boast of any tint,
Unsullied as the snow itself in hue,

These are pious nuns, I fancy, who perhaps may murmur prayers
Very softly upon rosaries of dew.

But the delicate pink roses that one meets in quiet lanes,
Gleaming pale upon a back-ground of clear green,
Why, these are only peasant girls who never go to court,
But are royal little subjects to the queen.
EDGAR FAWCETT.

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FORWARD, MARCH!

PRING gives the order, “ Forward, march!”

*Tis borne along the eager line;
Breathes through the boughs of rustling larch,
And murmurs in the pine.

“March!” At the sound, impatient, springs

The mountain rill, with rippling glee,
And rolling through the valley, brings
Its tribute to the sea.

“March!” and upon each sunny hill

Old winter's allies, ice and snow,
Start at the music of the rill,
And join its onward flow.

“March!” Down among the fibrous roots

Of oaks we hear the summons ring ;
The long chilled life-blood upward shoots
To hail the coming spring.

“March!” and along each narrow neck,

Across the plain, and up the steep,
The spring-tide clears the winter’s wreck
With its resistless sweep.

Advancing in unbroken lines,

New allies rush to join its band,
Till winter, in despair, resigns

The scepter to its hands.

On southern slopes, in quiet glades,

And when the brooklets murmuring run;
The grass unsheaths its tiny blades

To temper in the sun.

Flora unfolds her banner bright
Above the field of flashing green,

And crocus blooms, in lines of light,
Throw back the sunlight’s sheen.

The birds in every budding tree
Take up anew the old refrain;

The spring has come; rejoice all ye
Who breathe its air again !

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THE OAK TREE.

‘ING for the oak tree, the monarch of the wood!
S Sing for the oak tree, that groweth green and good !
That groweth broad and branching within the forest shade ;
That groweth now, and still shall grow when we are lowly laid!

The oak tree was an acorn once, and fell upon the earth ;

And sun and shower nourished it, and gave the oak tree birth;
The little sprouting oak tree ! two leaves it had at first,

Till sun and shower nourished it, then out the branches burst.

The winds came and the rain fell; the gusty tempest blew;
All, all, were friends to the oak tree, and stronger yet it grew.
The boy that saw the acorn fall, he feeble grew and gray ;
But the oak was still a thriving tree, and strengthened every day.

Four centuries grows the oak tree, nor does its verdure fail;
Its heart is like the iron-wood, its bark like plaited mail.
Now cut us down the oak tree, the monarch of the wood;
And of its timber stout and strong we’ll build a vessel good.

The oak tree of the forest both east and west shall fly;

And the blessings of a thousand lands upon our ship shall lie.
She shall not be a man-of-war, nor a pirate shall she be;

But a noble Christian merchant ship, to sail upon the sea.

Mary HowltTt.

THE LIBERTY ::TREE:.

N a chariot of light, from the regions of day,

| The Goddess of Liberty came;

Ten thousand celestials directed her way,
And hither conducted the dame.

A fair budding branch from the gardens above,
Where millions with millions agree ;

She brought in her hand as a pledge of her love,
And the plant she named Liberty Tree.

The celestial exotic struck deep in the ground,
Like a native it flourished and bore ;
The fame of its fruit drew the nations around,
To seek out this peaceable shore ;
Unmindful of names or distinctions they came,
For freemen like brothers agree ;
With one spirit endued, they our friendship pursued,
And their temple was Liberty Tree.

THOMAS PAINE, 1776.

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MOTION SONG— DAISY FAIR.

AVE you heard the song of the daisy fair?
Oh, the daisy fair, she has not a care;
A sweet little face has daisy fair,
She’s smiling all the day.
Now see her buds peep, where the grasses wave,
Where the grasses wave, the grasses wave,
Now see her buds peep, where the grasses wave,
This way above her head.

CHORUS.

Oh, the heads of nodding clover,

Oh, the boughs that sway above her,

Oh, the butterflies dancing over,
Love the daisy fair.

Now her bright eyes open to the sun;
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, what fun!
Now daisy’s play time has begun;
Gay little daisy fair.
Our daisy always moves with grace
While she bends this way, this way, this way.
She looks the bright sun in the face ;
Brave little daisy fair.

CHORUS.

“At morn she turns her head this way,

For she loves the sun, the sun, they say,
And watches for its first bright ray ;
Wise little daisy fair.
At noon she smiles up at the sky,
Tra la la la la la la la-la,
While the sun smiles back from his place so high;
Happy daisy fair.
CHORUS.

When the earth is dry beneath her feet, |
Lowly droops her head in the blinding heat.
She clasps her fingers, hear how sweet

Daisy breathes a prayer.
Come, pretty white cloud, pray send the rain,
Send rain, the rain, the rain, the rain,
O pretty white cloud, I pray send rain

That I may bloom again.

CHORUS.

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Now the cooling drops come, sparkling down,
Tra la la la la la la la la la,
Now daisy has a bran new crown,

Proud little daisy fair.
At night when the dear sun goes to sleep,
And all the dews around her weep,
She turns this way, for one more peep.

Good night, little daisy fair.

CHORUS.
Gymnastics for the School Room. — ANNIE CHASE,

THE IVY GREEN.

H, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
O That creepeth o’er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
The walls must be crumbled, the stones decayed,
To pleasure his dainty whim ;
And the mold’ring dust that years have made
Is a merry meal for him. -
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the ivy green.

Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings,
And a stanch old heart has he!
How closely he twineth, how tightly he clings,
To his friend, the huge oak tree!
And slyly he traileth along the ground,
And his leaves he gently waves,
And he joyously twines and hugs around
The rich mold of dead men’s graves.
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the ivy green.

Whole ages have fled, and their works decayed,
And nations scattered been ;
But the stout old ivy shall never fade
From its hale and hearty green.
The brave old plant in its lonely days
Shall fatten upon the past;
For the stateliest building man can raise
Is the ivy’s food at last.
Creeping where no life is seen,

A rare old plant is the ivy green.
CHARLES DICKENS.

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THE AUTUMN LEAVES.

First CHILD:
AM a leaf from the tall elm tree
That stands high up on the hill top there;
Patiently my watch I keep
O’er all the hillsides and valleys fair.

SECOND CHILD: -
I came from the maple tree
By the church with its huge iron bell.
Many a time I've heard it say
“ A tale of hope and peace I'll tell.”

THIRD CHILD:
l am a leaf from the old oak tree
Deep in the woods; I know
All the secrets of fairy land,
And how the flowers grow.

FouRTH CHILD:
And I am a leaf from the aspen,
- Do you know why I tremble so?
I heard a child tell a lie one day,
’Tis an awful thing to know.

FIFTH CHILD:
Down where the dead lie sleeping,
In a calm and quiet spot,
I came from the willow, weeping,
O’er the blue forget-me- not.

SIXTH CHILD:
I grew on the big old apple tree,
Where the blue birds and robins nest,
The children love me, and the breeze —
O, you can guess the rest.

SEVENTH CHILD:
And now we will make a wreath,
Red and yellow and green ;
When you see you will all agree
’Tis the prettiest wreath that ever was seen.

All join hands and sing:
Away to the woods, away,
Away to the woods, away,

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All nature is smiling,
Our young hearts beguiling,
O, we will be happy to-day.

CHORUS.

Away, away, away, away,
Away to the woods, away;
Away, away, away, away.
Away to the woods, away.

THE BROWN THRUSH.

HERE’S a merry brown thrush sitting up in a tree;
He’s singing to me! he’s singing to me!
And what does he say, little girl, little boy?
“Oh! the world’s running over with joy!
Hush! look! in my tree
I’m as happy as happy can be?’

And the brown thrush keeps singing, “A nest do you see,
And five eggs hid by me in the big cherry tree ?
Don’t meddle, don’t touch, little girl, little boy,
Or the world will lose some of its joy!
Now I’m glad! now I’m free!
And I always shall be,
If you never bring sorrow to me.”

So the merry brown thrush sings awayin the tree,
To you and to me—to you, and to me; |
And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy;
“Oh, the world’s running over with joy!
But long it won’t be —
Don’t you know? don’t you see?
Unless we’re as good as can be.”
Lucy LARCOM.

I had a little yellow bird
Upon a summer's day,
He sat upon my finger
And he never flew away.
He fluttered and he fluttered
And he fluttered all the day,
But he never sang 4 song,

And he never flew away.
St. NICHOLAS, 1888.

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SPRING.

PRING, with that nameless pathos in the air
Which dwells with all things fair,—
Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,
Is with ‘us once again.

Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns
Its fragrant lamps, and turns

Into a royal court with green festoons
The banks of dark lagoons.

In the deep heart of every forest tree

The blood is all aglee,

And there’s a look about the leafless bowers
As if they dreamed of flowers.

Yet-still on every side we trace the hand
Of winter in the land,

Save where the maple reddens on the lawn,
Flushed by the season’s dawn.

Or where, like those strange semblances we find
That age to childhood bind,

The elm puts on, as if in nature’s scorn,

The brown of autumn corn. .

As yet the turf is dark, although you know
That, not a span below,

A thousand germs are groping through the gloom,

And soon will burst their tomb.

Already, here and there, on frailest stems
Appear some azure gems,

Small as might deck, upon a gala day,
The forehead of a fay.

In gardens you may note amid the dearth

The crocus breaking earth ;

And near the snowdrop’s tender white and green,
The violet in its screen.

But many gleams and shadows needs must pass
Along the budding grass, .

And weeks go by, before the enamored south
Shall kiss the rose’s mouth.

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Still there’s a sense of blossoms yet unborn
In the sweet airs of morn;

One almost looks to see the very street
Grow purple at his feet.

At times a fragrant breeze comes floating by,
And brings, you know not why,

A feeling as when eager crowds await,
Before a palace gate. -

Some wondrous pageant; and you scarce would start,

If from a beech’s heart

A blue-eyed dryad, stepping forth, should say,
“Behold me! I am May!”

* * * * > *
HENRY TIMROD.

BEAUTIFUL THINGS.

EAUTIFUL ground on which we tread,
Beautiful heavens above our head;
Beautiful flowers and beautiful trees,
Beautiful land and beautiful seas.

Beautiful sun that shines so bright,
Beautiful stars with glittering light;
Beautiful summer, beautiful spring,
Beautiful birds that merrily sing.

Beautiful lambs that frisk and play,
Beautiful night and beautiful day ;
Beautiful lily, beautiful rose,
Beautiful every flower that grows.

Beautiful drops of pearly dew,
Beautiful hills and vales to view;
Beautiful herbs that scent the air,
Beautiful things grow everywhere.

Beautiful every thing around,
Beautiful grass to deck the ground,
Beautiful fields and woods so green,
Beautiful birds and blossoms seen.

Beautiful flower and beautiful leaf,
Beautiful world, though full of grief;
Beautiful every tiny blade,

Beautiful all that God hath made.

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THE USE OF FLOWERS.

OD might have bade the earth bring forth
Enough for great and small,
The oak tree and the cedar tree,
Without a flower at all.

He might have made enough, enough,
For every want of ours; ,
For luxury, medicine and toil
And yet have made no flowers.

The ore within the mountain mine,
Requireth none to grow,

Nor doth it need the lotus flower
To make the river flow.

The clouds might give abundant rain,
.The nightly dews might fall,
And the herb that keepeth life in man
Might yet have drunk them all.

Then wherefore, wherefore were they made,
All dyed with rainbow light;

All fashioned with supremest grace,
Upspringing day and night.

Springing in valleys green and low,
And on the mountains high,

And in the silent wilderness,
Where no man passes by ?

Our outward life requires them not —
Then wherefore had they birth ?
To minister delight to man
To beautify the earth.

To comfort man — to whisper hope,
Whene’er his faith is dim ;
For who so careth for the flowers,
Will much more care for him!
Mary Howitt.

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,

Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,

Dream and so dream all night without a stir.
KEATs — Hyferion. Bk. I, line 73.

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GREEN THINGS GROWING.
CONCERT RECITATION FOR A CLASS OF BOYS OR GIRLS, OR BOTH.

ALL:
H! the green things growing! the green things growing!
The fresh, sweet smell of the green things growing!
FRANK:
I would like to live, whether I laugh or grieve,
To watch the happy life of the green things growing.

ALL:
Oh! the fluttering and pattering of the green i: growing !’
Talking each to each when no man’s knowing
CHARLES:
In the wonderful white of the weird moonlight,
Or the gray dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing.

MARTHA:
I love, I love them: so, the green things growing ~
And I think that they love me without false showing ;
For by many a tender touch they comfort me so much,
With the mute, mute comfort of green things growing.

MABEL:
And in the full wealth of their blossoms’ glowing,
Ten for one | take they’re on me bestowing.
EMILY:
Ah! I should like to see, if God’s will it might be,
Many, many a summer of my green things growing.

ADA:
But if I must be gathered for the angels’ sowing —
Sleep out of sight awhile — like the green things growing
Though earth to earth return, I think I shall not mourn,
If I may change into green things growing.

ALL:
Oh! the green things growing: the green things growing!
The fresh, sweet smell of the green things growing!
I would like to live, whether I laugh or grieve,
To watch the happy life of the green things growing.
Arranged by Principal Cuas, H. FULLER,
Cold Spring Harbor, N. Y.

“ There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,”
Byron’s ‘‘Afostrophe to the Ocean.”

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THE STORY OF A LEAF.

AM only a leaf. My home is one of the great trees that grow near the

school-house. All winter I was wrapped up in a tiny warm blanket, tucked

in a little brown cradle, and rocked by the winds as they blew. Do you not
believe it, little reader? What I say is true.

Next fall just break off a branch of a tree, and see whether you cannot find a
leaf-bud on it. It will look like a little brown knot.

Break it open, and inside you will see some soft, white down; that is the
blanket. The brown shell that you break is the cradle.

Well, as I was telling you, I was rocked all winter in my cradle on the branch,
When the warm days came, and the soft rains fell, then I grew very fast indeed.
I soon pushed myself out of my cradle, dropped my blanket, and showed my
pretty green dress to all who came by.

Oh, how glad every one was to see me! And here I am, so happy with my
little brothers and sisters about me! Every morning the birds come and sing
to us; the great sun shines upon us, and the winds fan us.

We dance with the winds, we smile back at the bright sun, and make a
pleasant shade for the dear birds. Every day, happy, laughing school children
pass under our tree.

We are always glad to see you, boys and girls — glad to see your bright eyes,
and hear you say, “ How beautiful the leaves are!”

Rezecca D. RICKOFF.

IN A FOREST.

TRANGER! whose steps have reached this solitude,
y Know that this lonely spot was dear to one
Devoted with no unrequited zeal
To nature. Here, delighted, he has heard
The rustling of these woods, that now perchance
Melodious to the gale of summer move;
And underneath their shade on yon smooth rock,
With gray and yellow lichens overgrown,
Often reclined, watching the silent flow
Of this perspicuous rivulet, that steals
Along its verdant course,—- till all around
Had filled his senses with tranquillity,
And ever soothed in spirit he returned
A happier, better man. Stranger! perchance,
Therefore, the stream more lovely to thine eye
Will glide along, and to the summer gale
The woods wave more melodious. Cleanse thou, then,
The weeds and mosses from this lettered stone.
ROBERT SOUTHEY, 1798.

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DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY.

OOR little daffy-down-dilly !
She slept with her head on a rose,
When a sly moth-miller kissed her,
And left some dust on her nose.

Poor little daffy-down-dilly !
She woke when the clock struck ten,
And hurried away to the fairy queen’s ball,
Down in the shadowy gien.

Poor little daffy-down-dilly !

Right dainty was she, and fair,
In her bodice of yellow satin,

And petticoat green and rare.

But to look in her dew-drop mirror,
She quite forgot when she rose,

And into the queen’s high presence
Tripped with a spot on her nose.

Then the little knight who loved her—

; O, he wished that he were dead ;

And the queen’s maid began to titter,
And tossed her saucy head.

And up from her throne so stately,
The wee queen rose in her power,

Just waved her light wand o’er her,
And she changed into a flower.

Poor little daffy-down-dilly !
Now in silver spring time hours,
She wakes in the sunny meadows,
And lives with other flowers.

Her beautiful yellow bodice, ‘
With green skirts wears she still;

And the children seek and love her,
But they call her daffodil.

“To him who in the love of nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.” a

BRYANT’S

Thanatopsts.

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THE LITTLE BROWN SEED IN THE FURROW.

: LITTLE brown seed in the furrow
Lay still in its gloomy bed,

While violets blue and lilies white

Were whispering overhead.
They whispered of glories strange and rare,
Of glittering dew and floating air,
Of beauty and rapture everywhere,

And the seed heard all they said.

Poor little brown seed in the furrow;
So close to the lilies’ feet,
So far away from the great glad day,
Where life seemed all complete !
In her heart she treasured every word,
And she longed for the blessings of which she heard;
For the light that shone and the air that stirred
In that land so wondrous sweet.

The little brown seed in the furrow
Was thrilled with a strange unrest;
A warm, new life beat tremblingly
In the tiny, heaving breast;
With her two small hands clasped close in prayer,
She lifted them up in the darkness there,
- Up, up, through the dark, toward sun and air,
Her folded hands she pushed.

O, little brown seed in the furrow,

At last you have pierced the mold ;
And quivering with a life intense,

Your beautiful leaves unfold
Like wings outspread for upward flight;
And slowly, slowly, in dew and light
A sweet bud opens — till, in God’s sight,

You wear a crown of gold.

Ipa W. BENHAM.

Welcome, ye shades! ye bowery thickets hail!
Ye lofty Pines! ye venerable Oaks !
Ye Ashes wild! resounding o’er the steep!
Delicious is your shelter to the soul.
THOMSON, The Seasons.

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TREES.,

FIRST PUPIL: FOR A CLASS EXERCISE,

OREST trees have always “haunted me like a passion.” Let us summon a
few of them, prime favorites, and familiar to the American forest.

SECOND PUPIL:

First the.Asfen, what soft silver-gray tints on its leaves, how smooth its mot-
tled bark, its whole shape how delicate and sensitive !

THIRD PUPIL:

Next the Elm, how noble the lift and droop of its branches; it has the shape
of the Greek vase, such lavish foliage, running down the trunk to the very
roots, as if a rich vine were wreathed around it!

FOURTH PUPIL:

Then the Maple, what a splendid cupola of leaves it builds up into the sky,
and in autumn, its crimson is so rich, one might term it the blush of the woods!

FIFTH PUPIL:

And the Beech, how cheerful its snow-spotted trunk looks in the deep woods !
The pattering of the beechnut upon the dead leaves in the hazy days of our
Indian summer, makes a music like the dripping of a rill, in the mournful
forest. |

SIXTH PUPIL:
The A4zrch isa great favorite of mine. How like a shaft of ivory it gleams in
the daylight woods! How the flame of moonlight kindles it into columned
pearl!

SEVENTH PUPIL:

Now the Oaé, what atree itis. First a tiny needle rising grandly * toward
the sun, a wreath of green to endure for ages. The child gathers the violet at
its foot; as a boy he pockets its acorns; as a man he looks at its heights tower-
ing up and makes it the emblem of his ambition.

EIGHTH PUPIL:

We now come to the Pzve, of all, my greatest favorite. Theoak may be king
of the lowlands, but the pine is king of the hills. There he lifts his haughty
front like the warrior he is, and when he is roused to meet the onslaught of the
storm, the battle-cry he sends down the wind is heard above all the voices of
the greenwood.

NINTH PUPIL:

We will merely touch, in passing, upon the Hem/ock, with its masses of ever-
green needles, and the Cedar with its misty blueberries; and the Sumac with its
clusters of crimson, and the W7tch-hazel, smiling at winter, with its curled,
sharp cut flowers of golden velvet.

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TENTH PUPIL:

Did you ever, while wandering in the forest about the first of June, have your
eyes dazzled at a distance with what you supposed to be a tree ladened with
snow? It was the Dog-wood, glittering in its white blossoms. It brightens the
last days of spring with its floral beauty.

ELEVENTH PUPIL:

While admiring the dog-wood, an odor of exquisite sweetness may salute
you; and, if at all conversant in tree knowledge, you will know it is the Bass-
wood, clustered with yellow blossoms, golden bells pouring out such strong,
delicious fragrance, you must all realize the idea of Shelley.

ALL:

And the hyacinths, purple and white and blue,
Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew,
Of music so delicate, soft and intense,

It was felt like an odor within the sense.

LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS.

HE breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed.

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Not as the conqueror comes,
They, the true-hearted came,

Not with the roll of stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of fame,

Not as the flying come,
In silence and in fear;

They shook the depths of the desert’s gloom
With their hymns of lofty cheer.

Amidst the storms they sang ;
And the stars heard, and the sea;

And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free.

The ocean eagle soared
From his nest by the white wave’s foam ;
And the rocking pines of the forest roared ;
This was their welcome home !
= * * < =
Mrs. HEMANS.

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QUOTATIONS.

FOR A CLASS EXERCISE.
FIRST PUPIL:

F ever I see
On bush or tree
Young birds in their pretty nest,
I must not in play
Steal the birds away,
To grieve their mother’s breast.

SECOND PUPIL:

Apples in the orchard,
Mellowing one by one,
Strawberries upturning

Soft cheeks to the sun;
Roses faint with sweetness,
Lilies fair of face,

Drowsy scents and murmurs,
Haunting every place ;
Beams of golden sunshine,
Moonlight bright as day,—
Don’t you think the summer’s
Pleasanter than May?

THIRD PUPIL?

The ground was all covered with snow one day;
’ And two little sisters were busy at play,

When a snow bird was sitting close by on a tree,

And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee,

FourTH PUPIL:

Buttercups and daisies,
Oh, the pretty flowers!
Coming, ere the spring time,
To tell of sunny hours,
While the trees are leafless,
While the fields are bare,
Buttercups and daisies
Spring up everywhere,

FIFTH PUPIL:

How pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Flitting about in each leafy tree !

In the leafy tree so broad and tall,

Like a green and beautiful palace hall.

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SIXTH PUPIL:

A fair little girl sat under a tree,

Sewing as long as her eyes could see;

Then smoothed her work, and folded it right,
And said, “ Dear work, good night, good night.”

SEVENTH PUPIL:

Kind hearts are the gardens,
Kind thoughts are the roots,

Kind words are the blossoms,
Kind deeds are the fruits.

EIGHTH PUPIL:

So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree,
To you and to me, to you and to me;
And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy:
“ Qh, the world’s running over with joy!
But long it won’t be —
Don’t you know? don’t you see?
Unless we are as good as can be!”

THE BLUEBIRD’S SONG.

KNOW the song that the bluebird is singing,
Out in the apple tree where he is swinging.
Brave little fellow! the skies may be dreary —
Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery!

Hark ! how the music leaps out from his throat!
Hark ! was there ever so merry a note?

Listen awhile, and you'll hear what he’s saying,
Up in the apple tree swinging and swaying: ,

“ Dear little blossoms down under the snow,
You must be weary of winter I know;

_ Hark while I sing you a message of cheer!
Summer is coming! and spring time 1s here! ”

“ Little white snowdrop! I pray you arise;
Bright yellow crocus! come open your eyes;
Sweet little violets, hid from the cold,

Put on your mantles of purple and gold;
Daffodils ! daffodils! say do you hear?
Summer is coming ! and spring time is here!”

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“WHEN THE GREEN GITS BACK IN THE TREES.”

N the spring when the green gits back in the trees,
| And the 'sun comes out and stays,
And your boots pull on with a good tight squeeze,
And you think of your barefoot days;
When you ort to work and you want to not,
_ And you and yer wife agrees
It’s time to spade up the garden lot—
When the green gits back on the trees—
Well, work is the least of my idees
When the green, you know, gits back in the trees.

When the green gits back in the trees, and bees
Is a-buzzin’ aroun’ agin,
In that kind of a lazy ‘‘ go-as-you please ”
Old gait they hum roun’ in;
When the ground’s all bald where the hayrick stood,
And the crick’s riz, and the breeze
Coaxes the bloom in the old dogwood,
And the green gits back in the trees—
I like, as I say, in sich scenes as these,
‘The time when the green gits back in the trees.

When the whole tail-feathers 0’ winter-time
Is all pulled out and gone,
And the sap it thaws and begins to climb,
And the sweat it starts out on
A feller’s forrerd, a-gittin’ down
At the old spring on his knees—
I kind o’ like, jes’ a-loaferin’ roun’
When the green gits back in the trees—
Jes* a-potterin’ roun’ as I —durn —- please—
When the green, you know, gits back in the trees.
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY.

How dreary would the garden be,
With all its flowery trees,
Suppose there were no butterflies,
And suppose there were no bees.
ALICE CAREY.

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THE TWIG THAT BECAME A TREE.

HE tree of which I am about to tell you was once a little twig. There were
many others like it, and the farmer came to look at them every day, to see
if they were all doing well.
By-and-by he began to take away the older and stronger twigs, and one day
he dug up this little tree and carried it away to an open field.
There its roots were again put into the soft warm ground, and it held its
pretty head up as if looking into the blue sky. Just at sunset the farmer's wife

came out to look at the new tree.

“I wonder if I shall ever see apples growing on these twigs,” she said.
The little tree heard it, and said softly, ‘‘ We shall see! Come gentle rain

and warm sun, and let me be the first to give a fine red apple to the farmer's
wie!”

And the rain and the sun did come, and the branches grew, and the roots
dug deep into the soft ground, and at last, one bright spring day the farmer's
wife cried,

“Just see! One of our little trees has some blossoms on it! I believe that,
small as it is, it will give me an apple this autumn.”

But the farmer laughed and said, “Oh, it is not old enough to bear apples
yet.”

The little tree said nothing, but all to itself it thought, “The good woman
shall have an apple this very year.”

And she did. When the cool days of autumn came, and the leaves began to
fade and grow yellow, two red apples hung upon one of the branches of the
tree.

THE SPICE TREE.

HE spice tree grows in the garden green,
Beside it the fountain flows,
And a fair bird sits the boughs between
And sings his melodious woes.

No greener garden e’er was known
Within the bounds of an earthly King;
No brighter skies have ever shone
Than those that illumine its constant spring.

That coil bound stem has branches three
: On each a thousand blossoms grow,
And, old as aught of time can be,
The roots stand fast in the rocks below.
JOHN STERLING.

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FALL FASHIONS.

HE maple owned that she was tired of always wearing green,
She knew that she had grown, of late. too shabby to be seen!
The oak and beech and chestnut then deplored their shabbiness,
And all, except the hemlock sad, were wild to change their dress.
“ For fashion-plates we'll take the flowers,” the rustling maple said.
“ And like the tulip I'll be clothed in splendid gold and red!”
“ The cheerful sunflower suits me best,” the lightsome beech replied;
“The marigold my choice shall be,” the chestnut spoke with pride.
The sturdy old oak took time to think, ‘‘I hate such glaring hues;
The gillyflower, so dark and rich, I for my model choose.”
So every tree in all the grove, except the hemlock sad,
According to its wish ere long in brilliant dress was’ clad.
And here they stand through all the soft and bright October days;
They wished to be like flowers — indeed they look like huge bouquets.

COME TO THE FOREST.

OME to the forest, the bright sun is shining,
And nature is decked in her proudest array;
The green leafy boughs with ivy eatwining,
Bend gracefully o’er the sweet flow’rs of May.

CHORUS.

O come to the forest, all nature is gay;

Come away! Come away! Come away, away!

Come away! Come away! Come away! Comie away!
Away, away, away, away.

Away, away, away, away.

Come to the forest, the gay birds are singing,
As upward they soar to the beautiful sky;

And through the fresh air bright insects are winging;
Then come to the forest while summer is nigh.

GOD’S LOVE.

HERE’S not a flower that decks the vale,
There’s not a tree that guards the mountain,

There’s not a shrub that scents the gale,

There's not a wind that stirs the fountain,
There's not a hue that paints the rose,

There’s not a leaf around us lying,
But in its use or beauty shows

God's love to us, and love undying.

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TREE PLANTING.

BOY strolled through a dusty road,
A “What can I do?” said he,
“ What little errand for the world?”
“T know —I'll plant a tree.”

The -nursling was taken by mother earth,
Who fed it with all things good:

Sparkling water from mountain springs,
And many a subtle food,

Drawn from her own wide-reaching veins;
From the treasuries of the sky,

Far spread its branches in affluent grace;
So the steady years went by.

The boy who planted the little tree,
By a kindly purpose led,

One desolate, dreadful winter day
In the brother-war fell dead.

But the gentle thought at the great elm’s root

Burst forth with the spring’s warm breath,
And softly the fluttering foliage sang,
“Love cannot suffer death.”

The elm’s vast shadow far and cool
Fell o’er the dusty way,

Blessing the toilers at their rest,
The children at their play.

And panting horses felt the air
Grow sudden full of balm;
Great oxen with their weary loads

Caught there a sudden calm.

So little acts of kindliness
Spread every branch and root,
And never guesses he who plants
The wonders of the fruit.

I often think if blessed eyes
The old home scenes can see,
That heaven's joy is heightened by
The planting of the tree.
M. F. Butts.

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PLANT WORSHIP.

HE plant worship which holds so prominent a place in the history of the
primitive races of mankind would appear to have sprung from a percep-
tion of the beauty and utility of trees. Survivals of this still linger on in many
parts of Europe. The peasants in Bohemia will sally forth into their gardens
before sunrise on Good Friday, and falling upon their knees before a tree will
exclaim: “I pray O green tree, that God may make thee good.” At night time
they will run to and fro about their gardens crying: ‘‘ Bud, O trees, bud, or I
will flog you.” In our own country the Devonshire farmers and their men will
to this day go out into their orchards after supper on the evening of Twelfth
Day, carrying with them a large milk pail of cider, with roasted apples pressed
into it. All present hold in their hands an earthenware cup filled with liquor,
and taking up their stand beneath those apple trees which have borne the most
fruit, address them in these words:

“ Health to thee, good apple tree,
Well to bear pocket fulls, hat fulls,
Peck fulls, bushel bag fulls!”

simultaneously dashing the contents of their cups over the trges. The observ-
ance of this ceremony, which is locally known as ‘‘ wassailing,” is enjoined by
Thomas Tusser in his work entitled ‘‘ Five Hundred Points of Good Hus- °
bandry,” wherein he bids the husbandman

“ Wassail the trees, that they may bear
You many a plum and many a pear;
For more or less fruit they will bring,
As you do them wassailing.”’

In most countries certain plants are to be found associated with witches and
their craft. Shakespeare causes one of his witches to discourse of root of
‘hemlock digg’d i’ the dark;”’ likewise also of ‘‘slips of yew sliver’d in the
moon’s eclipse.” Vervain was in olden times known as ‘‘ the enchanter’s plant ;”
rue, again, was regarded as an antidote against their spells and machinations.
Their partiality for certain trees is well known. According to Grimm, the
trysting place of the Neapolitan witches was a walnut tree near Benevento.
In walnut and elder trees they are also said to be in the habit of lurking at
nightfall. Witches, too, had their favorite flowers. Among these the foxglove
was known as the ‘‘ witches’ bells;” the harebell as the ‘‘ witches’ thimbles.”
Tradition asserted that on moonlight nights they might be seen flying through
the air, mounted on the stems of the ragwort, reeds, or bulrushes. Throughout
Germany it is believed that witches career through the midnight skies on hay.
Many plants were pressed into the service of charms and spells for the detec-
tion of witches and evil spirits when wandering about on their nefarious
errands, particularly the St. John’s wort, still largely worn by the German
peasantry as a kind of amulet on St. John’s eve. It was an old belief that all
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bark of the elder tree would be enabled to detect witches anywhere. The
same property, according to German folk lore, is possessed by the wild radish,
ivy and saxifrage on Walpurgis Night. Among other plants which have had
the reputation of averting the crafts and subtleties of witchcraft, the juniper,
holiy, mistletoe, little pimpernel, herb paris, cyclamen, angelica, herb betony.
rowan tree, bracken, and twigs of the ash may be mentioned. In the Rhine
district the water lily is regarded as antagonistic to sorcery. Lavender is be-
lieved in Tuscany to possess the power of averting the evil eye. Olive
branches are said to keep the witches from the cottage doors in the rural dis-
tricts of Italy, and the Russian peasantry will lay aspen upon the grave of a
witch to prevent her spirit from walking abroad or exercising any evil influence
over her neighbors.
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THE BLUEBIRD.

WTS early spring; the distant hills -
Are flecked with drifts of dingy snow,
And bird-notes from the lofty trees
Come down in warblings soft and low.

The bluebird seeks his home again,

He sings sweet love songs to his mate ;
They choose the dear old apple tree

Whose branches shade our garden gate.

One door, one window in their cot —
All else is safe from wind and rain;
The ruffled nest of former years
Is soon made new and warm again.

And now I watch with keen delight
This shady home so near our door,
Till busy parents come to bring
Their dainties to the fledglings four.

How sweet to climb the bended trunk,
To gaze upon the tiny brood,

And see four little gaping mouths
Upraised imploringly for food.

Dear warblers of my early years!
A child again, once more I wait,
And watch you in the apple tree
Whose branches shade our garden gate.
C. F. Gerry.

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TO A PINE TREE.

AR up on Katahdin thou towerest.
F Purple-blue with the distance and vast ;
Like a cloud o’er the lowlands thou lowerest,
That hangs poised ona lull in the blast,
To its fall leaning awful.

In the storm, like a prophet o’er maddened,

Thou singest and tossest thy branches ;
Thy heart with the terror is gladdened,
Thou forebodest the dread avalanches,
When whole mountains swoop valeward.

In the calm thou o’er stretchest the valleys
With thine’arms, as if blessings imploring,

Like an old King led forth from his palace,
When his people to battle are pouring

From the city beneath him.
* * * * * *

Spite of winter, thou keep’st thy green glory,
Lusty father of Titans past number!
The snow-flakes alone make thee hoary,
Nestling close to thy branches in slumber,
And the mantling with silence.

Thou alone know’st the splendor of winter,
Mid thy snow-silvered, hushed precipices,
Hearing crags of green ice groan and splinter,
And then plunge down the muffled abysses
In the quiet of midnight.

Thou alone know’st the glory of summer,
Gazing down on thy broad seas of forest,
On thy subjects that send a proud murmur
Up to thee, to their sachem, who towerest
From thy bleak throne to heaven.
_JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.

The violet in her greenwood bower,
Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle,
May boast itself the fairest flower

In glen, or copse, or forest dingle.
Str WALTER SCOTT.

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THE BLUEBELL.

HERE is a story I have heard—
| A poet learned it from a bird,
# And kept its music, every word—

A story of a dim ravine,
O’er which the towering tree tops lean,
With one blue rift of sky between ,

And there, two thousand years ago,
A little flower, as white as snow,
Swayed in the silence to and fro.

Day after day with longing eye
The floweret watched the narrow sky
And fleecy clouds that floated by.

And through the darkness, night by night, ©
One gleaming star would climb the height,
And cheer the lonely floweret’s sight.

Thus, watching the blue heavens afar,
And the rising of its favorite star,
A slow change came, but not to mar;

For softly o’er its petals white
There crept a blueness like the light
Of skies upon a summer night ;

And in its chalice, I am told,
The bonny bell was found to hold
A tiny star that gleamed like gold.

And blue bells of the Scottish land
Are loved on every foreign strand
Where stirs a Scottish heart or hand.

Now little people, sweet and true,
T find a lesson here for you,
Writ in the floweret’s bell of. blue:

The patient child whose watchful eye
Strives after all things pure and high
Shall take their image by and by.

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Written for the *‘ ARBor Day MANUAL.”

ARBOR DAY POEM.

eee ! the grand old forests,

Through which our fathers journeyed,
Wherein their hearth-fires glimmered,

Are crashing sadly down;
The echoes of their falling
Are like the booming sea guns,
That tell of sore disaster

When tempests darkly frown.

Those trees of God’s own planting,
Once standing with their branches
Close-locked, like loving children,
On many a mountain side ;
Now, where the shade lay thickest,
The sunshine darts and quivers,

And turns to gold the wheat fields,

We mourn the vanished grandeur
Of forests dark and stately,
Yet we have not been idle,
While ruthless axes swung ;
A new, a glorious planting,
Now gives a royal promise
Of shade for generations _
Whose deeds are still unsung.

We plant the pine and fir tree,

And all that wear green branches,

To give us hope of spring-time,
Though snows are over all;

The maple is for bird-songs,

The elm for stately branches,

Whose long, protecting shadows

Till all seems glorified. Through summer noontides fall.

Listen ! a pleasant whisper

Goes softly through the branches

Of every lithe young sapling,
By earnest workers set ;

It says, ‘‘ The time is coming

When we shall be the forests,

And give to all the nations, |
The shade they now regret.”

Sodus Centre, N.Y. LILLIAN E. KNApp.

Written for the ‘‘Arcor Day MaNnva.,”

LITTLE ACORN.

FOR RECITATION.
** Then I’ll look down on my sisters,—
For there were a lot you see,—
Some who said they knew they couldn't
Ever sprout and be a tree.

66 1M nothing but a little acorn,
| Not much bigger than a bee;
But mama Oak-tree tells me that
I will grow as big as she,—

‘* I can't see how—but she sayssome way ‘“ So they never made an effort,—
I will pop out from my shell, Did not ‘try and try again’ ;
A little sprout will greet the sunshine, There was nothing that could make them,

Starting up, and down as well. Though nature taught their duty plain.

‘* But Iam happy as I can be —
Keeping laws of God and man —
Now, can’t you learn a lesson from me
Growing upward all you can?”
Mrs. M. H. HunrTIncToN.

‘«T'll keep growing, bigger, higher,
Spreading out my branches wide;
And will never stop to wonder
Till I stand up by her side.
Watertown, N. Y.

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THE WONDERFUL “ONE-HOSS SHAY.”

AVE you heard of the wonderful one hoss shay,
That was built in such a logical way—?

_ ‘It ran a hundred years to a day.
aes eee * * * *

Now, in building of chaises, I tell you what,
There is always, somewhere, a weakest spot —
In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill,

In panel or cross-bar, or floor, or sill,

In screw, bolt, thorough-brace — lurking still,
Find it somewhere you must and will —
Above or below, or within or without —

And that’s the reason, beyond a doubt,

A chaise éreaks down, but does'nt wear out.

But the Deacon swore — (as Deacons do

With an “I dew vum” oran “I tell yeou ”)—

He would build one shay to beat the taown

*N’ the keounty ‘n’ all the kentry raoun’ ;

It should be so built that it couldn’t break daouwn :—
“Fur,” said the Deacon, “‘ ‘tis mighty plain,

That the weakes’ place must stan’ the strain;

* N’ the way t’ fix it, uz I maintain,

Is only jest

*T’ make that place uz strong uz the rest.”

So the Deacon inquired of the village folk

Where he could find the strongest oak,

That couldn’t be split, nor bent, nor broke —

That was for spokes, and floor, and sills,

He sent for lancewood, to make the thills;

The cross-bars were ash, from the straighest trees;

The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese,

But lasts like iron for things like these ;

The hubs from logs from the ‘‘ setler’s ellum—”

Last of its timber — they couldn’t sell ’em—

Never an axe had seen their chips,

And the wedges flew from between their lips,

Their blunt ends frizzled like celery-tips ;

Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw,

Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too,

Steel of the finest, bright and blue ;

Thorough-brace bison-skin, thick and wide;

Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide,

Found in the pit where the tanner died.

That was the way he “ put her through.”

“There!” said the Deacon, ‘‘ naow she'll dew!”

OLIVER WENDELL HoLMEs.
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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE VOICE OF SPRING.

COME, I come! ye have called me long ;
| I come o’er the mountains, with light and song.
Ye may trace my step o’er the waking earth
By the winds which tell of the violet’s birth,
By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves opening as I pass. |

I have breathed on the South, and the chestnut flowers
By thousands have burst from the forest bowers,

And the ancient graves, and the fallen fanes

Are veiled with wreaths on Italian plains ;

But it is not for me, in my hour of bloom,

To speak of the ruin or the tomb!

I have looked on the hills of the stormy North,

And the larch has hung all his tassels forth ;

The fisher is out on the sunny sea,

And the reindeer bounds o'er the pastures free,

And the pine has a fringe of softer green,

And the moss looks bright, where my foot hath been.

I have sent through the wood-paths a glowing sigh,
And called out each voice of the deep blue sky,
From the night bird’s lay through the starry time,
In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime,

To the swan’s wild note by the Iceland lakes,
When the dark fir-branch into verdure breaks.

From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain ;
They are sweeping on to the silvery main,

They are flashing down from the mountain brows,
They are flinging Spray o’er the forest boughs,

They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves,

And the earth resounds with the joy of waves !

* * * * * *

Away from the dwellings of care-worn men,
The waters are sparkling in grove and glen!
Away from the chamber and sullen hearth,

The young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth!
Their light stems thrill in the wildwood strains,
And youth is abroad in my green domains.

a Eo * od * *

Mrs. HEMANS.

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THE HOLLY-TREE.

READER! hast thou ever stood to see
The Holly-tree ?
The eye that contemplates it will perceive
Its glossy leaves
Ordered by an intelligence so wise
As might confound the Atheist’s sophistries.

Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen,
Wrinkled and keen;

No grazing cattle through their prickly round
Can reach to wound ;

But, as they grow where nothing is to fear,

Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear.

I love to view these things with curious eyes,
And moralize ;
And in this wisdom of the Holly-tree
Can emblem see
Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme,
One which may profit in after-time.

Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear
Harsh and austere

To those who on my leisure would intrude
Reserved and rude,

Gentle at home amid my friends I’d be,

Like the high leaves upon the Holly-tree

And should my youth, as youth is apt I know,
Some harshness show,
All vain asperities I day by day
Would wear away,
Till the smooth temper of my age should be
Like the high leaves upon the Holly-tree.

And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly-leaves a sober hue display
Less bright than they,
But when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree ?—

So serious should my youth appear among
The thoughtless throng;

So would I seem, amid the young and gay,

é More grave than they,

That in my age as cheerful I might be

As the green winter of the Holly-tree.
» ROBERT SOUTHEY, 1798.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL,

THE TRAILING ARBUTUS.

ARLINGS of the forest !
Blossoming alone,
When earth’s grief is sorest
For her jewels gone,
Ere the last snow drift melts, your tender buds are blown,

Fringed with color faintly,
Like the morning sky,
Or, more pale and saintly,
Wrapped in leaves ye lie,
Even as children sleep in faith’s simplicity.

There the wild-wood robin.
Hymns your solitude ;
And the rain comes sobbing
Through the budding wood,
While the low south wind sighs, but dare not be more rude.

Were your pure lips fashioned
Out of air and dew,
Starlight unimpassioned
Dawn’s most tender hue,
And scented by the woods that gathered sweets for you?

Fairest and most lonely,
From the world apart ;
Made for beauty only,
Veiled from Nature’s heart
With such unconscious grace as wakes the dream of Art.

Were not mortal sorrow
An immortal shade,
Then would I to-morrow
Such a flower be made,
And live in the dear woods, where my lost childhood played.
ROSE TERRY COOKE.

“T am Storm —the King!
My troops are the wind, and the hail, and the rain;
My foes are the woods and the feathery grain.
The mail-clad oak
He gnarls his front to my charge and stroke.”
FRANCIS M. FINCH, The Storm King.

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-LIFE’S FOREST TREES.

HE day grows brief; the afternoon is slanting
Down to the west; there is no time to waste.
If you have any seed of good for planting,
You must, you must make haste.

Not as of old do you enjoy earth’s pleasures
(The only joys that last are those we give).
Across the grave you cannot take gains, treasures ;
But good and kind deeds live.

I would not wait for any great achievement;
You may not live to reach that far off goal.

Speak soothing words to some heart in bereavement—
Aid some up-struggling soul.

Teach some weak life to strive for independence ;
Reach out a hand to some one in sore need.

Though it seem idle, yet in their descendants
May blossom this chance seed.

On each life path, like costly flowers faded
And cast away, are pleasures that are dead ;
“Good deeds, like trees, whereunder, fed and shaded,
Souls yet unborn may tread.
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.

HOW TO MAKE A WHISTLE.

.., ee take a willow bough, Slip the bark off carefully,
Smooth, and round, and dark, So that it will not break,
And cut a little ring And cut away the inside part,

Just through the outside bark And then a mouth-piece make.
Then tap and rap it gently Now put the bark all nicely back
With many a pat and pound And in a single minute,
To loosen up the bark, Just put it to your lips
So it may turn around. And blow the whistle in it.

“Nature s sepulchre is breaking,
And the earth, her gloom forsaking,
Into life and light is waking.”
PHBE Cary zx “ Resurgam.”

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THE STORY OF THE MORNING-GLORY SEED.

LITTLE girl one day in the month of May dropped a morning-glory seed
A into a smal] hole in the ground and said: ‘“ Now, morning-glory seed,
hurry and grow, grow, grow until you are a tall vine covered with pretty green
leaves and lovely trumpet flowers.” But the earth was very dry, for there had
been no rain for a long time, and the poor wee seed could not grow at all. So,.
after lying patiently in the small hole for nine long days and nine long nights,
it said to the ground around it: “O ground, please give me a few drops of
water to soften my hard brown coat, so that it may burst open and set free my
two green seed-leaves, and then I can begin to be a vine!” But the ground
said: “That you must ask of the rain.”
So the seed called to the rain: “O rain, please come down and wet the
ground around me so that it may give me a few drops of water. Then will my
hard brown coat grow softer and softer until at last it can burst open and set

free my two green seed-leaves and I can begin to bea vine!” But the rain
said: “I cannot unless the clouds hang lower.”
So the seed said to the clduds:: “O clouds, please hang lower and let the

rain come down and wet the ground around me, so that it may give me a few
drops of water. Then will my hard brown coat grow softer and softer until at.
last it can burst open and set free my two green seed-leaves and I can begin to
be avine!”’ But the clouds said: ‘*The sun must hide, first.”

So the seed called to the sun: ‘‘O sun, please hide for a little while so that
the clouds may hang lower, and the rain come down and wet the ground
around me. Then will the ground give mea few drops of water and my hard
brown coat grow softer and softer until at last it Can burst open and set free
my two green seed-leaves and I can begin to be avine!” ‘‘I will,” said the
sun, and he was gone in a flash.

Then the clouds began to hang lower and lower, and the rain began to fall
faster and faster, and the ground began to get wetter and wetter, and the seed-
coat began to grow softer and softer until at last open it burst !— and out came
two bright green seed-leaves and the Morning-glory Seed began to be a Vine!

St. Nicholas, 1888. MARGARET EYTINGE,

FOOLISH LITTLE ROBIN.

NCE there was a robin lived outside the door,
Who wanted to go inside, and hop upon the floor.
‘© Oh, no!” said the mother, “you must stay with me;
Little birds are safest sitting in a tree.”

‘‘] don’t care,” said robin, and gave his tail a fling;
‘‘T don’t think the old folks know quite every thing.”

Down he flew,—and kitty seized him, before he’d time to blink;
‘¢Oh,” he cried, “I’m sorry! but I didn’t think.”

_ ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 87

THE PRETTY ROSE-TREE.

EING weary of love, I flew to the grove,
And chose mé a tree of the fairest ;
_ Saying, “ Pretty rose-tree, thou my mistress shalt be,
I'll worship each bud that thou bearest,
For the hearts of this world are hollow,
And fickle the smiles we follow;
And ’tis sweet, when all their witcheries pall,
To have a pure love to fly to:
So, my pretty rose-tree, thou my mistress shalt be,
And the only one now | shall sigh to.”

When the beautiful hue of thy cheek through the dew
Of morning is bashfully peeping,
“ Sweet tears,” I shall say (as I brush them away),
“* At least there’s no art in this weeping.
Although thou shouldest die to-morrow,
‘Twill not be from pain or sorrow,
And the thorns of thy stem are not like them
With which hearts wound each other:
So, my pretty rose-tree, thou my mistress shalt be,
And I'll ne’er again sigh to another.”
THOMAS MOORE. .

ECHO.

I love the proud grandeur of the old forest trees,
With their leaves whispering softly their thoughts to the breeze;
And I love the bright streamlet that flows at their feet,
Whose low distant murmurs faint echoes repeat,
They say that an echo dwells here in the dell,
Who every fond wish of the young heart can tell.
Hark, the echo! hark, the echo!
Who every fond wish of the young heart can tell.

] love the bright woodland, where the echoes are found,
Where the rocks and the hills with sweet music resound,
As the echoes awake to the shepherd’s shrill horn,
And the notes of the thrush on the breezes are borne.
I love the green fields, and the fragrant wild flowers,
That drink with the dew generous light from above.

Here’s an echo, here’s an echo,
Here’s an echo that wakes to the voice of my love.

L. V. HALL.

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Pe,

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THE OLIVE TREES OF PALESTINE,

I am like a green olive tree in the house of God.— Psatm 52:8.

MONG the gray old rounded hills,
O’er regions broad of Holy Land,
A grateful scene the vision fills,
Where clustering groves of olive stand.

Rich in the vales, the slopes they trace,
And oft the rocky summits crown;
The thrifty saplings grow apace
Beside the trees of gnarled renown.

Slowly the grafted stems mature —
From olives wild no fruit appears —

But long the sturdy plants endure,
And measure oft a thousand years.

They love the hard and flinty soil,
Drive down their roots amid the rocks,
Draw out from thence their choicest oil,
And stand secure from stormy shocks.

Symmetric beauty, humble, calm,
Their pleasant features clearly mark,
Not like the tall and tufted palm,
Nor tapering cypress, slender, dark.

When vernal airs and skies appear,
Star-blooms of purest white are seen,

’Mid narrow leaves that all the year
Keep an unchanging evergreen.

While blossoms fade, or falling oft

From arching boughs they lately decked,
That dusky hue of foliage soft

With deeper emerald gems is flecked.

Through arid heats of summer time,

When fountains fail and leaves are brown,
That fadeless verdure holds its prime,

And rounding berries fill its crown.

As autumn days their exit make,
Ring all the groves in merry gale,
While stalwart hands the branches shake,
And purple fruit descends like hail.

Their sacks the gleeful maidens fill,
And bear them on their heads away;

On topmost boughs are berries still,
To cheer the poor who hither stray.

When sacred hills in mantling snow
Feel winter storms along them sweep,

And torrents cold through valleys flow,
Unwithered leaves the olives keep.

The richest wealth the people know,
The largest comforts that they see,

Each daily meal, the lamp’s bright glow,
Attest the value of the tree.

Down to their life’s remotest stage,

Though trunk decays and boughs are grim,
The reverend forms are green in age,

And berries hang from every limb.

Such are the grand old sacred trees
I saw in sweet Gethsemane,

And thought of Him whose holy knees
Bowed under burdens there for me.

Along the slope of that dear hill,
To where He vanished in the sky,
Infrequent stands the olive still,
To bring the days of Jesus nigh.

And o’er the ridge they cluster swect,
Where Bethany, beloved for Him,

So oft received His weary feet,
When day declined to twilight dim.

Emblem of peace!.I would like thee
In living faithfulness abound;

Oh! let me, like the olive tree,
Within the house of God be found.

Hours at Home, 1866.

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AN it be that it is snowing,

On this clear and sunny day?
Are the snow-flakes thickly falling
In the pleasant month of May?

No, it is the apple blossoms
Falling, falling from the trees,
Dancing in a whirl of rapture _
To the music of the breeze.

Till the orchard grass is covered
With a carpet pure and white;
Like the crystal snow of winter
Dipped in rosy sunset light.

- MAY.

May, the month of song and story,
Singing birds and fairest flowers;

May, the month of nature’s glory,
Sunshine bright and gentle showers.

Listen to the robins singing

*Mid the branches of the trees;
Listen to the blue-birds’ carol

And the drowsy hum of bees.

All the land is filled with sunshine,
Every heart is light and gay,

Nature smiles upon her children
For it is the month of May.

May, the month of song and story,
Singing birds and fairest flowers;

May, the month of nature’s glory,
Sunshine bright and gentle showers.

Wm. G. PARK.

LITTLE yellow buttercup
A Stood laughing in the sun;
‘The grass all green around it,
The summer just begun!
Its saucy little head abrim
With happiness and fun.

A dandelion grew,

To right and left with every breeze
His snowy tissues flew.

He shook his saucy head and said:
*«T’ve some advice for you.

_ Near by— grown old and gone to seed,

A BUTTERCUP.

*«Don't think because you're yellow now,

That golden days will last;

I was as gay as you are, once;
But now my youth is past.
This day will be my last to bloom;
The hours are going fast.

** Perhaps your fun may last a week,

But then you'll have to die.”

The dandelion ceased to speak,—
A breeze that capered by

Snatched all the white hairs from his head;
And wafted them on high.

His yellow neighbor first looked sad,
Then, cheering up, he said:
“‘Tf one’s to live in fear of death,
One might as well be dead.”
The little buttercup laughed on,
And waved his golden head.

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gO ' ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

Written for the *‘ ARsor Day Manua..”

RESURGAM.

HEN the Great Architect conceived the plan
To build a habitation fit for man, .
Earth was not counted perfect from His hand,
- Till streams and forests gladdened all the land.

Great forests, like huge temples builded high,
With frondent cclumns reaching toward the sky,
Firm founded in the rich and nurturing ground,

_ Their roofs with nature’s glorious verdure crowned.

Almighty Builder! with what wise design
Didst rear the mighty oak, the giant pine!
How did Thy grand beneficence unfold
In beech and maple with their wealth untold!

Rivers and forests with their scenery grand,
Made glad the earth fresh from the Maker’s hand;
The orb of day looked down on man’s abode,
And with the stars sang praise to nature’s God,

So time passed on, till earth was peopled o’er ;
Human abodes were built on every shore;
While in the forests depths, in the soft shade,
Four-footed beauties with their offspring played.

High in their branches feathered warblers sang,
Till the dark woods with glad hosannas rang;
And all was life and beauty. But God’s plan
Too soon was marred by greedy, wanton man.

Stroke upon stroke the cruel axeman plied,
Nor rested he till nature’s choicest pride,

“The grand old woods,” were ruthlessly laid low,
Entailing dark disaster and‘dire woe!

But now, thank God! a noble band of men
Come to the front. The woods shall rise again !
An army of tree planters, bearing trees,

Fling out their glorious banner to the breeze! .

Come, old and young and join the noble throng
Who celebrate this day with speech and song ;
And millions yet unborn shall own your sway,
And rise to bless our glorious Arbor Day !
Alton, N.Y. SEYMOUR S. SHORT.

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SUNSET.

HE evening shadows lengthen on the lawn:
Westward, our immemorial chestnuts stand,
A mount of shade; but o’er the cedars drawn,
Between the hedge-row trees, in many a band
Of brightening gold, the sunshine lingers on,
And soon will touch our oaks with parting hand:
And down the distant valley all is still,
And flushed with purple smiles the beckoning hill.

_ Come, leave the flowery terrace, leave the beds
Where Southern children wake to Northern air:
Let yon mimosas droop their tufted heads,
These myrtle-trees their nuptial beauty wear,
And while the dying day reluctant treads
From tree-top unto tree-top, with me share
The scene’s idyllic peace, the evening’s close,
The balm of twilight, and the land’s repose.

* * * * * *

BAYARD TAYLOR.

UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE.

“NDER the greenwood tree, Who doth ambition shun,

‘ : 4 Who loves to lie with me, And loves to live in the sun,
A And tune his merry note Seeking the food he eats,

Unto the sweet bird’s throat ? And pleased with what he gets?

Come hither, come hither, come hither; Come hither, come hither, come hither :
Here shall we see Here shall we see
No enemy No enemy

But winter and rough weather. - But winter and rough weather.

SHAKSPEARE.

TREES OF CORN.

2 HE child looked out upon the field The mother from the window looked
14 And said with a little cry: Out in the rosy morn,

** Mamma, what is it makes the grass ** What makes the grass grow up so high ?

Grow up so big and high?” Why, those are trees of corn.”

** What, trees of corn?” said the happy child,
Within the nursery walls,
‘* Are those the kind of trees that bear

The great big pop-corn balls?”
Goed Cheer.

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THE SPIRIT OF THE: FINE:

“ * * * * * ¥

LL outward wisdom yields to that within,
A Whereof nor creed nor canon holds the key ;
We only feel that we have ever been,

‘ And evermore shall be.

And thus I know, by memories unfurled
In rarer moods, and many a-nameless sign,
That once in Time, and somewhere in the world,
I was a towering Pine,

Rooted upon a cape that overhung
The entrance to a mountain gorge ; whereon
The wintry shade of a peak was flung,

Long after rise of sun.
* * * * * * *

There did I clutch the granite with firm feet,
There shake my boughs above the roaring gulf,
When mountain whirlwinds through the passes beat,
And howled the mountain wolf.

There did I louder sing than all the floods
Whirled in white foam adown the precipice,

And the sharp sleet that stung the naked woods
Answer with sullen hiss :

But when the peaceful clouds rose white and high
On blandest airs that April skies could bring,

Through all my fibres thrilled the tender sigh,
The sweet unrest of spring.

She with warm fingers laced in mine, did melt
In fragrant balsam my reluctant blood ;
And with a smart of keen delight I felt
The sap in every bud,

And tingled through my rough old bark, and fast
Pushed out the younger green, that smoothed my tones,

' When last year's needles to the wind I cast,

And shed my scaly cones.

I held the eagle till the mountain mist

Rolled from the azure paths he came to soar,
And like a hunter, on my gnarléd wrist

The dappled falcon bore.

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Poised o'er the blue abyss, the morning lark

Sang, wheeling near in rapturous carouse;
And hart and hind, soft pacing through the dark,
Slept underneath my boughs.

* * * * * *

] felt the mountain walls below me shake,
Vibrant with sound, and through my branches poured
The glorious gust: my song thereto did make
Magnificent accord.

Some blind harmonic instinct pierced the rind
Of that slow life which made me straight and high;
_ And I became a harp for every wind,
A voice for every sky;

When fierce autumnal gales began to blow,
Roaring all day in concert, hoarse and deep;
And then made silent with my weight of snow—
A spectre on the steep;
‘

* = * = * =

And thus for centuries my rhythmic chant

Rolled down the gorge, or surged about the hill:
Gentle, or stern, or sad, or jubilant,

At every season’s will.

No longer memory whispers whence arose
The doom that tore me from my place of pride:
Whether the storms that load the peak with snows
And start the mountain slide,

Let fall a fiery bolt to smite my top,
Upwrenched my roots, and o’er the precipice

Hurled me, a dangling wreck, erelong to drop
Into the wild abyss;

Or whether hands of men, with scornful strength
And force from Nature’s rugged armory lent,

Sawed through my heart and rolled my tumbling length,
Sheer down the deep descent.

All sense departed with the boughs I wore;
And though I moved with mighty gales at strife,
_A mast upon the seas, I sang no more,
And music was my life.

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Yet still that life awakens, brings again
Its airy anthems, resonant and long,

Till Earth and Sky, transfigured, fill my brain
With rnythmic sweeps of song.

Thence am I made a poet: thence are sprung

Those motions of the soul, that sometimes reach
Beyond the grasp of Art,—for which the tongue

Is ignorant of speech,

And if some wild, full-gathered harmony
Roll its unbroken music through my line,
There lives and murmurs, faintly though it be,
The Spirit of the Pine.
BAYARD TAYLOR.

MONTH OF MAY.

ERE I am, and how do you do? I've a store of treasures rare

I’ve come afar to visit you. Laid away with greatest care—
Little children, glad and free, Days of sunshine, song and flowers,
Are you ready now for me ?— Earth made into fairy bowers !

I’m the month of May! I’m the month of May!

In my loaded trunk I bring
Bees to buzz and birds to sing:
Flowers to fill the balmy air,
Violets are hiding there !—
I’m the month of May!
Youth's Companion.

THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL.

HE mountain and the squirrel And I think it no disgrace
Had a little quarrel; To occupy my place.
And the former called the latter “ Little You are not as small as I,
Prig.” And not half so spry.
Bun replied: I'll not deny
** You are doubtless very big; You make a very pretty squirrel trap.
But all sorts of things and weather Talents differ; all is well and wisely
Must be taken in together, put ;
To make up a year, If I cannot carry forests on my back,
And a sphere. Neither can you crack a nut.”

RALPH WALDO EMERSON.

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THE OAK OF OUR FATHERS.

LAS for the Oak of our Fathers, that stood,
In its beauty, the glory and pride of the wood!

It grew and it flourished for many an age,

And many a tempest wreaked on it its rage;

But, when its strong branches were bent with the blast,
* . It struck its root deeper, and flourished more fast.

Its head towered on high, and its branches spread round ;
For its roots had struck deep, and its heart was sound;
The bees o’er its honey-dewed foliage played,

_ And the beasts of the forest fed under its shade.

The Oak of our Fathers to Freedom was dear ;

Its leaves were her crown, and its wood was her spear.
Alas for the Oak of our Fathers, that stood,

In its beauty, the glory and pride of the wood!

There crept up an ivy, and clung round the trunk ;
It struck in its mouths, and its juices it drunk ;
The branches grew sickly, deprived of their food,
And the Oak was no longer the pride of the wood.

The foresters saw, and they gathered around ;

The roots still were fast, and the heart still was sound;
They lopt off the boughs that so beautiful spread,

Put the ivy they spared on its vitals that fed.

No longer the bees o’er its honey-dews played,
Nor the beasts of the forest fed under its shade;
Lopt and mangled, the trunk in its ruin is seen,
A monument now what its beauty has been.

The Oak has received its incurable wound ;

They have loosened the roots, though the heart may be sound;
What the travelers at distance green-flourishing see,

Are the leaves of the ivy that poisoned the tree.

Alas for the Oak of our Fathers, that stood
In its beauty, the glory and pride of the wood!
ROBERT SOUTHEY, 1798.

‘* First, in green apparel dancing,
The young spring smiled with angel grace.”
THOMAS CAMPBELL.

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THE BOBOLINK.

NCE, on a golden afternoon,
With radiant faces and hearts in tune,

Two fond lovers in dreaming mood,
Threaded a rural solitude.

Wholly happy, they only knew

That the earth was bright and the sky was blue,
That light and beauty and joy and song
Charmed the way as they passed along ;

The air was fragrant with woodland scents ;

The squirrel frisked on the roadside fence ;
And hovering near them, “chee, chee, chink ?”
Queried the curious bobolink,

Pausing and peering with sidelong head,

As saucily questioning all they said ;
While the ox-eye danced on its slender stem,
And all glad nature rejoiced with them.

Over the odorous fields were strewn
Wilting winrows of grass new mown,
And rosy billows of clover bloom
Surged in the sunshine and breathed perfume.
Swinging low on a slender limb,
The sparrow warbled his wedding hymn, ~
And balancing on a blackberry briar,
The bobolink sang with his heart on fire :-
‘¢Chink! If you wish to kiss her, do!
Do it ! do it! You coward, you !
Kiss her! kiss her! Who will see ?
Only we three! we three! we three!”

Tender garlands of drooping vines,

Through dim vistas of sweet-breathed pines,
Past wide meadow fields, lately mowed,
Wandering the indolent country road, ‘

The lovers followed it, listening still,

And loitering slowly, as lovers will,

Entered a gray-roofed bridge that lay
Dusk and cool in their pleasant way.

Under its arch a smooth, brown stream,

Silently glided with glint and gleam,

Shaded by graceful elms, which spread

Their verdurous canopy overhead,—
The stream so narrow, the bough so wide,
They met and mingled across the tide.

: ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 97

Alders loved it, and seemed to keep
Patient watch as it lay asleep,
Mirroring clearly the trees and sky,
' And the flitting form of the dragon fly,
Save where the swift-winged swallow played
In and out in the sun and shade,
And darting and circling in merry chase,
_ Dipped and dimpled its clear, dark face.

Fluttering lightly from brink to brink,
Followed the garrulous bobolink,
Rallying loudly with mirthful din,
. The pair who lingered unseen within.
And when from the friendly bridge at last
Into the road beyond they passed,
Again beside them the tempter went,
Keeping the thread of his argument—
**Kiss her! kiss her! chink-a-chee-chee!
I'll not mention it." Don’t mind me!
I'll be sentinel —I can see
All around from this tall birch tree!”
a But ah! they noted — nor deemed it strange —
7 wa In his rollicking chorus a trifling change:
a ‘Do it! do it!”—with might and main
Warbled the tell-tale — “kiss her again!”

‘The Aldine.
TWO LITTLE ROSES.

oi \ NE merry summer day They stole along my fence;

a Two roses were at play; They clambered up my wall;
All at once they took a notion They climbed into my window
___- They would like to run away ! To make a morning call!

‘a Queer little roses ; Queer little roses ;

. Funny little roses, Funny little roses,
To want to run away ! To make a morning call!

St. Nicholas, 1888. Juia P. BALLARD.

“Our ships were British oak,
And hearts of oak our men.” -

S. J. ARNOLD'S Death of Nelson.
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ARBOR DAY MANUAL

THE PALM AND THE PINE.

\ \ ] HEN Peter led the first Crusade,
A Norseman wooed an Arab maid.

He loved her lithe and palmy grace,
And the dark beauty of her-face.

She loved his cheeks, so ruddy fair,
His sunny eyes and yellow hair.

He called; she left her father’s tent ;
She followed whereso’er he went.

She left the palms of Palestine
To sit beneath the Norland pine.

She sang the musky Orient strains
Where winter swept the snowy plains.

Their natures met like Night and Morn
What time the morning star is born.

The child that from their meeting grew
Hung like a star between the two.

The glossy night his mother shed
From her long hair was on his head:

But in its shade they saw arise
The morning of his father’s eyes.

Beneath the Orient’s tawny stain
Wandered the Norseman’s crimson vein,

Beneath the Northern force was seen
The Arab sense, alert and keen.

His were the Viking’s sinewy hands,
The arching foot of Eastern lands.

And in his soul conflicting strove
Northern indifference, Southern love;

The chastity of temperate blood,
Impetuous passion’s fiery flood;

The settled faith that nothing shakes,
The jealousy a breath awakes;

The planning Reason’s sober gaze,

And Fancy’s meteoric blaze.

And stronger as he grew to man,
The contradicting natures ran,—

As mingled streams from Etna flow,
One born of fire, and one of snow.

And one impelled, and one withheld,
And one obeyed, and one rebelled.

One gave him force, the other fire;
This self-control, and that desire.

-One filled his heart with fierce unrest;

With peace serene the other blessed.

He knew the depth and knew the height,
The bounds of darkness and of light;

And who these far extremes has seen
Must needs know all that lies between.

So, with untaught, instinctive art
He read the myriad-natured heart.

He met the men of many a land;
They gave their souls into his hand;

And none of them was long unknown;
The hardest lesson was his own.

But how he lived, and where, and when,
It matters not to other men;

For, as a fountain disappears,
To gush again in later years,

So hidden blood may find the day,
When centuries have rolled away:

And fresher lives betray at last
The lineage of a far-off Past.

That nature, mixed of sun and snow,
Repeats its ancient ebb and flow:

The children of the Palm and Pine
Renew their blended lives — in mine.

BayarpD TAYLOR.

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

gig po PATRIOT’S PASSWORD.

* * * * * *

In arms the Austrian phalanx stood,

A living wall, a human wood ! —

A wall, where every conscious stone
Seemed to its kindred thousands grown;
A rampart all assaults to bear,

Till time to dust their frames should wear

A wood,— like that enchanted grove
In which with fiends Rinaldo strove,
Where every silent tree possessed

A spirit imprisoned in its breast,
Which the first stroke of coming strife
Might startle into hideous life:

So still, so dense the Austrians stood,

A living wall, a human wood!
Impregnable their front appears,
All-horrent with projected spears,

Whose polished points before them shine,
From flank to flank, one brilliant line,
Bright as the breakers’ splendors run

Along the billows to the sun.
* a + * *

“ Make way for liberty!” he cried,
Then ran with arms extended wide,
As if his dearest friend to clasp;
Ten spears he swept within his grasp:
“ Make way for liberty!” he cried,
Their keen points crossed from side to side
He bowed amidst them, like a tree,
And thus made way for liberty.

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

YOUNG TIMOTHY AND THE FORGET-ME-NOTS.

OUNG Timothy crept to the old meadow bars,
And between the brown rails peeping through,
Saw,— what do you think,— on the opposite side ?

Two eyes of the prettiest blue.

Two eyes of the prettiest, bluest of blue,
For-get-me-nots hid in the grass;

But he couldn't climb over, and couldn’t crawl through,

And he’s peeping, still peeping, alas !

St. Nicholas, 1888.

ESTELLE THOMSON.

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

BIRDS IN SUMMER.

OW pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Flitting about in each leafy tree,—
In the leafy trees, so broad and tall,
Like a green and beautiful palace hall,
With its airy chambers, light and boon,
That open to sun and stars and moon!
That open unto the bright blue sky,
And the frolicsome winds as they wander by!

They have left their nests in the forest bough,
Those homes of delight they need not now ;
And the young and the old they wander out,
And traverse their green world round about ;
And hark! at the top of this leafy hall,
How one to the other they lovingly call:
‘¢Come up, come up!” they seem to say,
‘* When the topmost twigs in the breezes sway.”

‘Come up, come up! for the world is fair
When the merry leaves dance in the summer air.’
And the birds below give back the cry,
‘We come, we come to the branches high !””
How pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Flitting about in a leafy tree!
And away through the air what joy to go,

And to look on the bright green earth below!
* co * * *

What joy it must be, like a living breeze,
To flutter about ‘mid the flowering trees ;
Lightly to soar, and to see beneath

The wastes of the blossoming purple heath,
And the yellow furze, like fields of gold
That gladdened some fairy region old !

On the mountain tops, on the billowy sea,
On the leafy stems of the forest tree,

How pleasant the life of a bird must be!
. Mrs. HEMANS.

‘¢ Give me again my hollow tree

A crust of bread, and liberty !”
Pope, /mztations of Horace.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 101

IN THE SWING.

ERE we go to the branches high !
Here we come to the branches low!
For the spiders and flowers and birds and I
Love to swing when the breezes blow.
Swing, little bird, on the topmost bough ;
Swing, little spider, with rope so fine;
Swing, little flower, for the wind blows now ;
But none of you have such a swing as mine.

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Dear little bird, come sit on my toes;
I’m just as careful as I can be;
And oh, I tell you, nobody knows
What fun we'd have if you’d play with me!
Come and swing with me, birdie dear,
Bright little flower, come swing in my hair;
But you, little spider, creepy and queer,—
You'd better stay and swing over there!

The sweet little bird, he sings and sings,
But he doesn’t even look in my face;
The bright little blossom swings and swings,
But still it swings in the self-same place.
Let them stay where they like it best ;
Let them do what they'd rather do;
My swing is nicer than all the rest,
But may be it’s rather small for two.

Here we go to the branches high!
Here we come to the grasses low !
For the spiders and flowers and birds and I
Love to swing when the breezes blow.
Swing, little bird, on the topmost bough ;
Swing, little spider, with rope so fine;
Swing, little flower, for the wind blows now ;
But none of you have such a swing as mine.
St. Nicholas, 1888. Eupora S. BUMSTEAD.

“Music hath charms to sooth a savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.”
CONGREVE'S The Mourning Bride.

“The sweet Elcaya and that courteous tree
Which bows to all who seek its canopy.”
Moore’s Lalla Rookh.

102

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

SOMEBODY’S KNOCKING.

HERE'S somebody knocking. Hark! who can it be?
It’s not at the door! no, it’s in the elm tree.
I hear it again; it goes vat-a-tat-tat /
Now, what in the world is the meaning:of that ?

I think I can tell you. Ah, yes! it is he:

It’s young Master Woodpecker, gallant and free.
He’s dressed very handsomely (ra/-a-¢at-Zat),
Just like a young dandy, so comely and fat.

He’s making his visits this morning, you see:

Some friends of his live in that elm tree;

And, as trees have no door-bells (rat-a-/at-tat),

Of course he must knock: what is plainer than that ?

Now old Madam Bug hears him rap at her door:
Why doesn’t she come? Does she think him a bore?
She stays in her chamber, and keeps very still.

‘I guess she’s afraid that he’s bringing a bill.

“T’ve seen you before, my good master,” says she:

‘Although I’m a bug, sir, you can’t humbug me.
Rap on, if you please! at your rapping I laugh,
I’m too old a bug to be caught with your chaff.”

The Nursery.

MY TREE.

HICH is the best of al] the trees ?
Answer me, children all, if you please.
Is it the oak, the king of the wood,
That for a hundred years has stood ?
The graceful elm, or the stately ash,
Or the aspen, whose leaflets shimmer and flash?

Is it the solemn and gloomy pine,

With its million needles so sharp and fine?
Ah, no! The tree that I love best,

It buds and blossoms not with the rest;
No.summer sun on its fruit has smiled,

But the ice and snow are around it piled ;
But still it will bloom and bear fruit for me,

My winter bloomer! my Christmas tree!
** * * * *

Youth's Companion.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 103

PEACH BLOSSOMS.

FOR RECITATION.

OME here! come here! cousin Mary and see
- What fair, ripe peaches there are on the tree—
On the very same bough that was given to me
By father, one day last spring.
When it looked so beautiful, all in the blow,
And I wanted to pluck it, he told me, you know,
. I might, but that waiting a few months would show
The fruit that patience might bring.

And as I perceived by the sound of his voice,

And the look of his eye, it was clearly his choice

That it should not be touched, I have now to rejoice
That I told him we'd let it remain;

For, had it been gathered when full in the flower,

Its blossoms had withered, perhaps in an hour,

And nothing on earth could have given the power
That would make them flourish again.

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But now, of a fruit so delicious and sweet

I’ve enough for myself and my playmates a treat ;

They tell me besides, that the kernels secrete
What, if planted, will make other trees :

For the shell will come open to let down the root;

A sprout will spring up, whence the branches will shoot;

There'll be buds, leaves, and blossoms; and then comes the fruit-—
Such beautiful peaches as these!

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And Nature, they say, like a mighty machine,
Has a wheel in a wheel, which, if aught comes between,
It ruins her work, as it might have been seen,

Had it not given patience this trial.
From this, I'll be careful to keep it in mind,
When the blossoms I love, that there lingers behind
A better reward, that the trusting shall find

For a trifling self-denial. .

HANNAH F. GOULD.

“Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.”
COwWPER. Tirocinium, Line 43.

The church was beautifully decorated with sweet spring flowers and the air
was heavy with their fragrance. As the service was about to begin, small
Kitty pulled her mother’s sleeve: ‘Oh, mamma, don’t it smell solemn ?”

104 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE STORM IN THE FOREST.

HE storm in the forest is rending and sweeping ;
While tree after tree bows its stately green head ;
The flowerets beneath them are bending and weeping ;
And leaves, torn and trembling, all round them are spread.

The bird that had roamed, till she thinks her benighted,
Dismayed, hastens back to her home in the wood;
And flags not a wing, till her bosom, affrighted,
Has laid its warm down o’er her own little brood.

And they, since that fond one so quickly has found them,
To shelter their heads from the rain and the blast,

Shall fearless repose, while the bolts burst around them;
And lie calm and safe, till the darkness is past.

Hast thou, too, not felt, when the tempest was drearest,
And rending thy covert, or shaking thy rest,

Thine own blessed angel that moment the nearest —
Thy screen in his pinion — thy shield in his breast ?

When clouds frowned the darkest, and perils beset thee,
Till each prop of earth seemed to bend, or to break,
Did e’er thy good angel turn off, and forget thee?
The mother her little ones, then, may forsake !

Ah, no! thou shalt feel thy protector the surer —
The sun, in returning, more cheering and warm;
And all things around thee, seem fresher and purer,
And touched with new glory, because of the storm!
HANNAH F, GOULD.

GOD’S WISDOM AND POWER.

[gees not a tint that paints the rose, © There’s not of grass a single blade

Or decks the lily fair, Or tree of loveliest green,
Or streaks the humbiest flower that blows, Where Heavenly skill is not displayed,
But God has placed it there. And Heavenly wisdom seen.
* * * * *

There’s not a place in earth’s vast round
{n-ocean’s deep or air,

Where skill and wisdom are not found,
For God is everywhere.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 105

. MAY DAY.

H, ’tis bland, and oh, ’tis blooming, for it’s May;
Could there be a more delightful season, pray ?
How the sunbeams skip and scatter,
And the sparrows chirp and chatter,
And the sweetly scented breezes softly stray !
And we're gladsome, and we're gleeful, and we're gay,
j And we're highly happy-hearted,
: For we're blithely briskly started
For a joyful, jocund, jolly holiday.

i And oh, ’tis glum and gloomy, though ‘tis May !
4 Could there be a more distracting season, say?
We must hustle, we must hurry,
: In a flutter and a flurry,
4 For the sky is direly dark and grimly gray,
And we'll have to hasten home the shortest way ;
And we scuttle and we scamper!
. What a doleful, dismal damper!
What a dreary, drizzly, dreadful holiday !
St. Nicholas, 1888. EMMA A. OPPER.

EVE’S LAMENTATION.

UST I thus leave thee Paradise! thus leave
Thee, native soil ! these happy walks and shades,
Fit haunt of Gods! where I had hoped to spend,
Quiet though sad, the respite of that day
That must be mortal to us both! O flow’rs,
That never will in other climate grow,
My early visitation, and my last
At e’en, which I bred up with tender hand
From the first opening bud, and gave ye names,
Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank
Your tribes, and water from th’ ambrosial fount ?
The lastly, nuptial bower! by me adorn’d
With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee
How shall I part, and whither wander down
Into a lower world, to this obscure
And wild? How shall we breathe in other air,
Less pure, accustom’d to immortal fruits ?
MILTON'S “ Paradise Lost.”

106 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

Written for the Arnor Day Manuva,

LIFE IN ITS SPRING-TIME.

FOR A BOY’S RECITATION.

IFTNIS the time to be cheerful, when nature is gay,
And others are bearing our burdens of care,
The bright morning-glories of life’s coming day,
All vie with the beauties and blossoms of May,
‘Tis life in its spring-time all beauty and fair.

’Tis the time to be thankful, with guardians blest,
Whose loves are as deep as the depths of the sea, ~

When earth is new-robing and clad in her best ;

In the anthem’s loud swell we will join with the rest
With ever the chorus :— “ the land of the free.”

‘Tis the seed-time whose harvest the autunin shall bring,
When treasures most precious we give to the soil,
And trust to the nurture and vigor of spring
While firm to the promise we joyfully cling, —
That the sower shall reap the rich fruit of his toil.

With nature’s great soul ’tis the time to commune,

From the harmony outward, our thoughts turn within,
To know if the voices of each are in tune;
That the sweet buds of May bear the roses of June,

And joy crown the harvest of sheaves gathered in.

’Tis the spring-time of youth, with the birds and the bowers;
The seeding and budding, the fruit we must reap.
Not all of our life will be sunshine and flowers ;
But through summer and autumn the best will be ours,
If to nature we’re true, and her harmony keep.
Watertown, N. Y. E. A. HOLBROOK.

CHERRY RIPE.

(ADAPTED.)
AY time! May time! “Cherry ripe! cherry ripe!”
Hear the robins sing Happy children shout,

All through the cherry boughs Under the sunny skies :—

Flits the restless wing. What a jolly rout !
Bobolink ! come and drink Take your fill ;— pay no bill,

Wine from goblets red, Cherries ripe are free ;—
Such a chatter; what’s the matter Bob and robin have a party

In the boughs o’erhead ? In the cherry tree.

KATE L. BROWN.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 107

DEAR DANDELION.
(ADAPTED.)

INTER is over! summer is coming!
May time is with us, so balmy and sweet!
All creatures feel it, all things reveal it,
Soft skies above us, green grass at our feet.

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Winter is ended, summer is coming !
May day and robin and crocus are here!
Green grows the clover! still I roam over
Garden and meadow for something more dear.

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Must I confess it? Surely you guess it,
Dearest of flowers to the heart of a child;
If I confide it, do not deride it,

Call it not weed, dear, because it is wz/d/
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Foliage ragged — ever invading
Terrace and lawn in spite of your care;

When you're least thinking, up they come winking,
Laugh in your face with the jolliest air.

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Duly at sunset droop the soft fringes,
j Only some little green tassels remain ;
But with the dawning, bright as the morning,

Golden and saucy they bloom out again,
* * * * x *

> Crocus, arbutus, violet, snow-drop,
Others may praise them, and love them the best,

- Give me my olden favorite golden !
Dear Dandelion! You're worth all the rest!
Wide Awake, August, 1886. Laura D. NICHOLS.

THE RETURN OF SPRING.

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* * * * * Is it a spike of azure flowers,
.- SPIRIT of beauty walks the hills, Deep in the meadows seen,
4 A spirit of love the plain; Or is it the peacock’s neck that towers

The shadows are bright, and the sunshine fills Out of the spangled green?

The air with a diamond rain!
Is a white dove glancing across the blue,

Before my vision the glories swim, Or an opal taking wing?
To the dance of a tune unheard: For my soul is dazzled through and through,
Is an angel singing where woods are dim, With the splendor of the Spring.

= = = = +=
BAYARD TAYLOR.

Or is itan amorous bird ?

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

UNDER THE APPLE-TREE.

N a home-nest of peace and joy,
Bright and pleasant as a home can be,
Lives a merry and sweet-faced boy
Under a broad old apple-tree.
Searching wide, you will seldom meet
Child so blithesome and fair as he,—
How can he help being pretty and sweet,
Dwelling under an apple-tree ?

In the spring when the child goes out,
Glad as a bird that winter ’s past,
Making his flower-beds all about,
Liking best what he finished last;
Then the tree from each blossomy limb
Heaps its petals about its feet,
And like a benison above him
Scatters its fragrances, sweet to sweet.

In the summer the dear old tree
Spreads above him its cooling shade,
Keeping the heat from his cheek, while he,
Playing at toil with rake and spade,
Chasing the humming-bird’s gleam and dart,
Watching the honey-bees drink and doze,
Gathers in body and soul and heart,
Beauty and health like an opening rose.

In the autumn, before the leaves
Lose their greenness, the apples fall,
Roll on the roof, and bounce from the eaves,
Pile on the porch, and rest on the wall;
Then he heaps on the grassy ground
Rosy pyramids brave to see;
How can he help being rtaddy and sound,
Dwelling under an apple-tree ?

In the winter, when winds are wild,
Then, still faithful, the sturdy tree
Keeps its watch o’er the darling child,
Telling him tales of the May to be;
Teaching him faith under stormy skies,
Bidding him trust when he cannot see;
How can he help being happy and wise, .
Dwelling under an apple-tree ?

ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN.

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

MARY AND HER PET SQUIRREL.

O you think my pet squirrel will go quite away,
If I let him be free just for one short day ?
; So bland is the sun, and so genial the air,
ty It is cruel in me to imprison him there.

“Tf I let him go once to the old chestnut-tree,
Don’t you think, by to-night, he’ll come back to me?”
So said little Mary, as I chanced to go by,
And the inquiry glanced from her lip and her eye.

It did seem quite hard, such a beautiful day,

To keep the pet squirrel in a cage-house to play ;
So I told her the squirrel would come back again,
When the shadows of evening fell over the glen;
He would tire of the oak and the murmuring rill,

And think his snug prison-house pleasanter still.

So she lifted the latch of the prison-house door,
When a doubt flitted over her features once more.
“T don't know,” Mary said, “I feel half afraid,
He remembers too keenly the forest-tree’s shade ;
On the gray mountain’s brow, when the night-shadows fall,
Perhaps he won't come at my evening call.”

“No matter,— I'll try,—and I hope he loves me
Far more than the nuts on the old chestnut-tree.”
So she opened the door, and the squirrel popped out,
And whisked his long tail as he capered about.

He bobbed his pert head, and looked out of his eye

With a mischievous wink, which said plainly, ‘‘Good-by; ”
And his swift, little feet, as they pattering ran,

Sent back a defiance, “ Now catch if you can!”

Now dear little Mary looked ruefully on,

When she saw that the squirrel had really gone.

Till her bright eye was weary with tracing his track,
And she said to herself, “I hope he'll come back.”

Well, she hoped, and she watched, and the evening came,
And she listened to hear him respond to his name ;

With her locks all flung back, and her animate eye
Rambling o’er the brown hillocks, her squirrel to spy ;
But he came not with night, and night came so fast,

That her hope all forsaken, she resigned it, at last.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

But whether in wild-wood, or shadowy glen,

The squirrel had found him a shelter again ;

Or whether, as some of our neighbors still say,

He fell to the hunter’s sure rifle a prey,

Most certain it is that he never returned

To the hand which caressed him, the home which he spurned ;
And Mary, as she looks on his tenantless pen,

Says, “1 never will trust a tame squirrel again !”

THE SUNBEAM.

HOU art no lingerer in monarch’s hall:
A joy thou art and a wealth to all;
A bearer of hope unto land and sea:
Sunbeam, what gift hath the world like thee ?

Thou art walking the billows, and ocean smiles;
Thou hast touched with glory his thousand isles ;
Thou hast lit up the ships, and the feathery foam, °
And gladdened the sailor like words from home.

To the solemn depths of the forest shades

Thou art streaming on through their green arcades,
And the quivering leaves that have caught thy glow,
Like fireflies glance to the pool below.

I looked on the mountains: a vapor tay
Folding their heights in its dark array ;
Thou breakest, and the mist became

A crown and a mantle of living flame.

I looked on the peasant’s lowly cot:
Something of sadness had wrapped the spot;
But a gleam of thee on its casement fell,

And it laughed into beauty at that bright spell.

Sunbeam of summer, O, what is like thee,

Hope of the wilderness, joy of the sea ?

One thing is like thee, to mortals given —

The faith touching all things with hues of heaven. 3
Mrs. HEMANS.

«‘ The trees were gazing up into the sky,
Their bare arms stretched in prayer for the snows.”
ALEX. SmitH.—" A Life Drama.”

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. : III

A-LITTLE PLANTER.

OWN by the wall where the lilacs grow,
Digging away with the garden hoe,
Toiling as busily as he can —
a Eager and earnest, dear little man!
; Spoon and shingle are lying by,
With a bit of evergreen, long since dry.

** What are you doing, dear?” I ask.
Ted for an instant stops his task,
Glances up with a sunny smile
Dimpling his rosy cheeks, the while:
“Why, it is Arbor Day, you see,
And I’m planting a next year’s Christmas-tree.

“For last year, auntie, Johnny Dunn

Didn’t have even the smallest one;
a And I almost cried, he felt so bad,
: When I told ’bout the splendid one we had ;
And I thought if I planted this one here,
And watered it every day this year,
It would grow real fast —I think it might ;

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3 (His blue eyes fill with an eager light),
; And I'm sure ‘twill be, though very small,
A great deal better than nothing at all.”

Then something suddenly comes between

My eyes and the bit of withered green,

As I kiss the face of our Teddy boy

Bright and glowing with giving’s joy.

And Johnny Dunn, it is plain to see,

Will have his next year’s Christmas-tree.
Youth's Companion.

“Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree.”
Burns, Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots.

“Now the sun once more is glancing,
And the oak trees roar with joy.”
HEINE, Miscellaneous Poems, Germany, 1815.

II2 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE GARDEN ON THE SANDS.

NCE, on a time, some little hands
() Planted a garden on the sands;
And with a wish to keep it dry,

They raised a wall five inches high.

Within the wall and round the walks,
They made a fence of slender stalks ;
And then they formed an arbor cool,
And dug in front a tiny pool.

Their beds were oval, round and square,
Thrown up and trimmed with decent care:
In these they planted laurel twigs,

And prickly holly, little sprigs

Of ash and poplar, and, for show,

Bright daffodils and heart’s ease low;
With pink-edged daises by the score,

And buttercups and many more.

One rose they found with great delight,
And set it round with lilies bright;
This finished, then they went away,
Resolved to come another day.

The sea, meanwhile, with solemn roar,

Approached and washed the sandy shore; ,

But, all this time, it did not touch
The little spot they loved so much.

The strangers that were passing by,
The garden viewed with smiling eye;

But no one ventured to disturb
A single plant, or flower or herb.

Still, when the children came again,
They found their labor all in vain;

The flowers were drooping side by side,
The rose and lilies all had died.

No one could make them grow or shoot,
Because they had not any root;

And then the soil, it was so bad,

They must have withered if they had.

Now, so it is that children fail,

Just like the garden in this tale;

They have good wishes, pleasant looks,
Are busy with their work and books;
Their conduct often gives delight,

And one would fancy all was right;
But, by and by, with sad surprise,

We see how all this goodness dies;
Instead of being rich with fruit,

They fade away for want of root.

Oh! pray that He who only can

Renew the heart of fallen man,

May plant you in His pleasant ground,
Where trees of righteousness abound;
So shall you be, in early youth,
‘Rooted and grounded in the truth.”

MR. SPRING’S CONCERT.

CONCERT once by Mr. Spring
A Was given in the wood ; ;
He begged both old and young to come
And all to sing who could.
Miss Lark the music to begin,
Her favorite ballad sang,
A well-known air admired by all,
So clear her sweet voice rang.

And next a gentleman appeared,
Come lately from abroad,

His song was short but much admired,
And so it was excored.

He said that Cuckoo was his name,
His style was quite his own;

He sang most kindly while he stayed,
But all too soon was gone.

The Finches then were asked to sing,—
Would they get up a glee
With Mr. Linnet and his wife
Who sing so prettily ?
And in the chorus many more
No doubt would take a part;
Young Blackcap has a splendid voice
And sings with all his heart.

Now came the much expected guest
Young Lady Nightingale,

So late that everybody feared
She really meant to fail.

At first she said she could not sing
She was afraid to try;

But then she sang, and all the air
Was filled with melody.

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THE TREE THAT TRIED TO GROW.

f\NE time there was a seed that wished to beatree. It was fifty years ago,
and more than fifty —a hundred, perhaps. -

But first there was a great bare granite rock in the midst of the Wendell
woods. Little by little, dust from a squirrel’s paw, as he sat upon it eating a
nut; fallen leaves, crumbling and rotting,-- and perhaps the decayed shell of
the nut,— made earth enough in the hollows of the rock for some mosses to
grow; and for the tough little saxifrage flowers, which seem to thrive on the
poorest fare, and look all the healthier, like very poor children.

Then, one by one, the mosses and blossoms withered, and turned to dust;
until, after years, and years and years, there was earth enough to make a bed
for a little feathery birch seed which came flying along one day.

The sun shone softly through the forest trees; the summer rain pattered
through the leaves upon it; and the seed felt wide awake and full of life. So it
sent a little, pale-green stem up into the air, and a little white root down into
the shallow bed of earth. But you would have been surprised to see how much

_ the root found to feed upon in only a handful of dirt.

Yes, indeed! And it sucked and sucked away with its little hungry mouths,
till the pale-green stem became a small brown tree, and the roots grew tough
and hard.

So, after a great many years, there stood a tall tree as big around as your body,
growing right upon a large rock, with its big roots striking into the ground on
all sides of the rock, like a queer sort of wooden cage.

Now, I do not believe there was ever a boyin this world who tried as hard to
grow into a wise, or a rich or a good man, as this birch seed did to grow intoa
tree, that did not become what he wished to be. And I don’t think anybody
who hears the story of the birch tree, growing in the woods of Wendell, need
ever give up to any sort of difficulty in his way, and say, “I can’t.” Only try
as hard as the tree did, and you can do every thing.

FRANCIS LEE.

ELM BLOSSOM.

a bloom of the elm is falling, On the sloping roof’s brown thatching;
Falling hour by hour, And on the springing grass;
On the buds and the golden blossoms, On the dappled, meek-eyed cattle;
That are badges of spring’s sweet power; On lover and on lass,
On the white throat little builder,
That, as he buildeth sings; With the rain and with the snow-flakes
On the chattering, glittering starling; The angel of the year
And on the swallow’s wings. Comes with his swift wings glancing,
Bringing us hope or fear;
The bloom of the elm is falling, Now dying leaves, now blossoms,
_ Upon the passing bee; He scatters o’er the land:
And on the rosy clusters In storms and in the sunshine,
That stud the apple tree: I’ve seen his beckoning hand.

8 Hours at Home.

114 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

Written for the ““Arnor Day Manuva,”

NAMING THE TREE.

*M a merry little maid
| With my pick and hoe and spade,
And I'm digging, digging, digging everywhere.
This little sapling lately stood
Within a dark and leafy wood,
And kept nodding, nodding at the maiden-hair;
While the moss kept creeping, creeping,
And the violets peeping, peeping,
With those longing eyes so tender and so blue.
But the sapling grew so slender, and I knew
’Twas for its good. I shut my eyes,
But oh! you should have heard the sighs,
As blindly I with one rash blow,
Brought such terror and such woe
To the moss and maiden-hair .
And the violets springing there.

I’m a merry little maid
With my pick and hoe and spade,
And I’m digging, digging, digging everywhere.
And on this pleasant Arbor Day,
_ Amid the perfumes of the May,
This sapling I transplant with tenderest care.
Let each with shovel in his hand,
Deposit here a bit of sand;
Please don’t harm the clinging maiden-hair so true,
Nor creeping moss with violets peeping through.
I wonder if neath sunny skies
Will swell to heavenly rhapsodies
These youthful loves nursed in the wood ?
Oh if they énly, only could!
Or do the giant oaks outgrow
Their sapling loves as people do?

I’m a merry little maid
With my pick and hoe and spade,

And I'm digging, digging, digging everywhere.
Longfellow to his loves was true,
And we bequeath his name to you,

A noble name, an inspiration, royal, rare,
And may moss keep creeping, creeping,
And violets keep, peeping, peeping,

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. II5

Emblems of the clinging loves his manhood knew.
May thy heart of oak like his be always true.

And may thy branches o’er us sway,

And in their rustling accents say,
Repeating oft, ‘A psalm of life, ”

To us who come worn with the strife.

And may its wisdom guide our way

Until shall dawn our Arbor Day.

Suggestions by the author.

_ “Little Maid” enters the grounds with a small pick, hoe and spade, in her

hand, followed by her class.

> They arrange themselves around the place where the tree is to be planted, in

_ the form of a half circle, if you please.

She now holds up to view the young tree, with mass, maiden hair and violets

_ ¢linging to its roots.

: She begins speaking, holding the sapling until she says, ‘‘This sapling I

_ transplant,” etc.

She now stands it in the hole prepared for it, and a young lad of the class — if

_ there be one, and if not, another girl — steps forward and steadies the tree while

one of the class steps forward and throws in some dirt, enough so it will stand

4 _—only one shovel full if it will do—and steps back. After she has finished

__ her recitation, each member of the class in passing out will pick up the

shovel and deposit sand. After they have gone to their seats, the young boy
_ who was holding the tree up will recite Longfellow’s ‘‘ Psalm of Life,” or some

_ other appropriate poem by the same author.

___ Orif thought best, let him recite it immediately after she is through, with the
_ class still standing.

‘St. Augustine, Fla. Mrs. B. C. RUDE.

THE GOLDEN ROD.

ROM the flying train, behold, Symbol flow’r American,
F Ever changing fields of gold, Underneath I see thy plan —
Sunny slopes in luster laid, :, Brotherhood of stems that run
And old gold the hills in shade; Closer till they meet in one.
Golden, golden ! Wave the plume, Type of higher federation —
Freedom's followers give thee room ; States unite, and lo, a nation!
Unsubdued by wit of man, To the world the lesson give,
Symbol flower, American. How to govern, how to live.
Like a bit of sky at night, Rich the bounty, here we see,
Full of constellation light, To a people ever free;
Comes the vision of thy plume Plenty flows as beauty beams
Bending o’er with starry bloom, In a thousand golden streams.
Sunshine, dew and burnished gold, To a nation, golden rod
Each declare the story old, Lifts its head above the sod,
How in endless chain of thought Love and justice to propose,
Wisdom unto wonder wrought. Gold for friends, the rod for foes.

‘ : Vick’s MAGAZINE.

116 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE DANDELION.

RECITATION accompanied with music for nine little girls, four girls each
to recite a long paragraph, the short paragraphs to be recited in concert
by the other five girls.
All enter and sing first stanza of Gay Little Dandelion, from ‘‘The Vineyard
of Song.”

FIRST GIRL RECITES:
There's a dandy little fellow,
Who dresses all in yellow,—
In yellow with an overcoat of green ;
With his hair all crisp and curly,
In the spring-time bright and early,
Tripping o’er the meadow he is seen.

SECOND GIRL:
Through all the bright June weather, :
Like a jolly little tramp, ;
He wanders o’er the hillside, down the road;
Around his yellow feather
The gypsy fire-flies camp;
His companions are the woodlark and the toad.

FIVE GIRLS RECITE IN CONCERT:
Spick and spandy, little dandy ;
Golden dancer in the dell!
Green and yellow, happy fellow,
All the children love him well.

(ALL SING SECOND STANZA OF GAy LITTLE DANDELION.)

THIRD GIRL:
But at last this little fellow,
Doffs his dandy coat of yellow,
And very feebly totters o’er the green;
For he very old is growing,
And with hair all white and flowing,
Nodding in the sunlight he is seen.

FOURTH GIRL:
The little winds of morning,
Come flying through the grass,
And clap their hands around him in their glee;
They shake him without warning —
His wig falls off, alas!
A little bald-head dandy now is he.

FIVE GIRLS RECITE IN CONCERT:
O poor dandy! once so spandy,
Golden dancer on the lea!
Older growing, white hair flowing,
Bald-head dandy now is he.

~

(ALL SING THIRD STANZA OF GAY LITTLE DANDELION.)

——

Co., Philadelphia.

Published by courtesy of Messrs, E. H. Butler &

THE OAK AND THE MISTLETOE SEED.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 117

THE OAK AND THE MISTLETOE SEED.

SEED of the beautiful mistletoe was separated from its parent. It went

forth in search of a home wherein it might receive protection and care.

«‘ Perhaps,” said the little seed to itself, “ I may one day be a large and beautiful
plant like that from which I have sprung.”

It knew by instinct that the earth, in whose bosom the mighty forest trees
buried their spreading roots, would have no welcome for a seed of mistletoe;
that it must seek elsewhere the rest and nourishment it so desired. ‘Surely
there must be room for me in the world!” the wandering seed exclaimed.

Seeing a stately elm it thought, ‘‘ Here is a tree that must be as generous as
he is stately, here shall be my home.” But the elm was not generous. He
scorned the humble petition of the seed, and said there was not a corner in his
branches for a beggar. In vain did the seed plead its great need of help; the
elm was as hard as a stone, and cared not at all for the tiny creature’s sorrow.

A beech near by was even more narrow-minded than the elm, and fairly
drove the seed away with the angry question: ‘‘Why should I afford a rest-
ing place to vagrant shrubs of your kind?” And the poor weary wanderer began
to think that it would be as well to die at once as to die at the end of a long
and fruitless pursuit. _

An oak in the forest, to whom the seed next appealed, listened to the sor-
rowing voice of the wanderer, and was more merciful than the elm or the
beech had been. Satisfied at last, the little seed found rest in the arms of the
mighty oak. Before long a delicate green leaf appeared, and then another and
another; and in time a beautiful shrub grew upon the great forest tree.

When the summer had passed, the winds of autumn came moaning through
the woods, and the leaves fell in showers. The stately elm lost its beautiful
foliage, the beech stood bare and shivering in the blast, and even the hospitable
oak saw his splendid drapery of green change and fall. And soon the winter’s
ice and snow made the forest desolate. Yet was the oak grand and attractive still.

The mistletoe covered the broad bosom of the tree, and was indeed life in the
midst of death. Strong and ever green, the winter could not rob it of its
beauty or its strength. Its waxen berries, rivaling the snow in whiteness,
seemed to the beech and elm like so many mocking eyes turned upon them.
But to the venerable oak they were like rare and precious jewels.

One fine day in winter, the oak made this speech to a merry little group who
stood admiring the mistletoe: ‘‘ When I received a tiny straying seed and gave
it my protection, do you suppose that I knew what would follow ? If 1 had stood
in the forest destitute of leaves as my fellow-trees are, would you have
gathered around to admire me?”’

“ I know that the mistletoe with its white berries attracted your eyes, yet am
I not proud to bear that shrub in my arms and to call it my foster-child ? Kind-
ness enriches both the giver and the receiver. In my long, long life I have
learned many lessons, but this is the best of all: be kind for the very sake of
kindness, and you will have your reward.”

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A SUMMER LONGING.

MUST away to wooded hills and vales,
Where broad, slow streams flow cool and silently,
And idle barges flap their listless sails.
For me the summer sunset glows and pales,
And green fields wait for me.

I long for shadowy forests, where the birds
Twitter and chirp at noon from every tree;

I long for blossomed leaves and lowing herds ;

And Nature’s voices say in mystic woods,
“The green fields wait for thee.”

I dream of uplands, where the primrose shines
And waves her yellow lamps above the lea;
Of tangled copses, swung with trailing vines ;
Of open vistas, skirted with tall pines,
Where green fields wait for me.

I think of long, sweet afternoons, when I
May lie and listen to the distant sea,

Or hear the breezes in the reeds that sigh,

Or insect voices chirping shrill and dry,
In fields that wait for me.

These dreams of summer come to bid me find
The forest’s shade, the wild bird’s melody,

While summer’s rosy wreaths for me are twined,

While summer’s fragrance lingers on the wind,

And green fields wait for me.
GEORGE ARNOLD.

OUR WILLOWS.

T is when the east wind blows, But the moment the storm-wind blows,
| And his cohorts gather and ride, And the storm-clouds gather and ride,
That the willows before my window They lift up their branches to heaven,
Show me their silver side. And show me the sz/ver side.
* * * * *

When the air is sweet and still,
And all heaven beams light and mirth, ’Tis not to fear and sadness,

Though their green boughs quiver and They owe that silver sheen;
sparkle, Unseen, in calm and gladness,
They look and lean to earth. It underlies the green.

And when the North-west triumphs,
And baffled storm-clouds flee,
They fling out their silvery streamers,

And hail the VICTORY.
Hours at Home.

Re) se Si

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 119g

SPRING FLOWERS.

HEN Spring came intothe garden The sleeping daffodils heard her,

; Her holiday-time to keep, And nodded low as she passed :
_* She walked about in the dawning, Each blossom dropped like a pennon
And found the flowers asleep. Hung out from a tall green mast.
aa At first she wakened the snow-drops Into the violet’s eyes she looked,
And washed their faces with rain, And spoke till she made them hear.
_ And then she fed them with sunlight, ‘* What are you dreaming now ?” she said.
3 And gave them white frocks again. They answered, “‘ That Spring is here.”
The crocuses next she summoned,— And then the trees stretched their fingers
In purple stripes and yellow, — And opened their curled-up leaves,
And she made the south wind shake them And the birds who sat and watched them
Till each one kissed his fellow. Flew straight to their cool green eaves.

One made her nest in the ivy,
And one in the apple-tree ;

But the thrush showed hers in secret
To the south wind and the bee.

THE FIELDS IN MAY.

HAT can better please,
When your mind is well at ease,
Than a walk among the green fields in May ?
To see the verdure new,
And to hear the loud cuckoo,
While sunshine makes the whole world gay:

When the butterfly so brightly
On his journey dances lightly,
And the bee goes by with business-like hum ;
When the fragrant breeze and soft,
Stirs the shining clouds aloft,
And the children’s hair, as laughingly they come:

When the grass is full of flowers,
And the hedge is full of bowers,
And the finch and the linnet piping clear,
Where the branches throw their shadows
On a footway through the meadows,
With a book among the cresses winding clear.
W. ALLINGHAM.

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APRIL AND MAY.

IRDS on the boughs before the buds
Begin to burst in the spring,
Bending their heads to the April floods,
Too much out of breath to sing!

They chirp, ‘‘ Hey-day ! How the rain comes down!
Comrades cuddle together !

Cling to the bark so rough and brown,
For this is April weather.

“ Oh, the warm, beautiful, drenching rain !
I don’t mind it, do you?
Soon will the sky be clear again,
Smiling and fresh, and blue.

“ Sweet and sparkling is every drop
That slides from the soft, gray clouds ;
Blossoms will blush to the very top a
Of the bare old trees in crowds. |

“Oh, the warm, delicious, hopeful rain !
Let us be glad*together,

Summer comes flying in beauty again,

Through the fitful April weather.”

Skies are glowing in gold and blue,
What did the briar bird say?

Plenty of sunshine to come, they knew,
In the pleasant month of May!

She calls a breeze from the south to blow
And breathe on the boughs so bare,
And straight, they are laden with rosy snow

And there’s honey and spice in the air

Oh, the glad green leaves! Oh, the happy wind!
Oh, delicate fragrance and balm!

Storm and tumult are left behind
In a rapture of golden calm.

From dewy morning to starry night
The birds sing sweet and strong,

That the radiant sky is filled with light,
That the days are fair and long.

That the bees are drowsy about the hive,
Earth is so warm and gay!
And ’tis joy enough to be alive
In the heavenly month of May. CELIA THAXTER.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. I2I

TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY,
ON TURNING IT DOWN WITH A PLOW.

EE, modest, crimson-tipped flower,
Thou ’s met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the stoure’
Thy slender stem:
To spare thee now is past my power,
Thou bonnie gem !

Alas, it’s not thy neebor sweet,
The bonnie lark, companion meet !
Bending the ‘mang the dewy weet,
Wi’ speckled breast,
When upward springing, blithe, to greet
The purpling east.

Cauld blew the bitter, biting north

Upon thy early, humble birth;

Yet cheerfully thou glinted? forth,
Amid the storm!

Scarce reared above the parent earth
Thy tender form.

The flaunting flowers our gardens yield,
High sheltering woods and wa’s maun shield
But thou, beneath the random bield*
; O’ clod or stane,
Adorns the histie* stibble-field, |
Unseen, alane.

There, in thy scanty mantle clad,
Thy snawie bosom sunward spread,
Thou lifts thy unassuming head
In humble guise ;
But now the share uptears thy bed,
And low thou lies!

Such is the fate of simple bard,
On life’s rough ocean luckless starr’d!
Unskillful he to note the card
Of prudent lore,
Till billows rage, and gales blow hard,
And whelm him o’er.

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

Such fate to suffering worth is given,
Who long with wants and woes has striven,—
By human pride or cunning driven
To misery’s brink,
Till, wrench’d of every stay but Heaven,
He, ruined, sink.

E’en thou who mourn’st the daisy’s. fate;
That fate is thine,— no distant date ;
Stern ruin’s plowshare drives, elate,
Full on thy bloom;
Till, crush’d beneath the furrow’s weight,
Shall be thy doom!
, ROBERT BURNS.

A WOODLAND HYMN.

E seek remembered wood-paths, fragrant with breath of pines,
W In flecks the sunlight golden through leafy arches shines,
The wild birds sweet are calling through all the balmy day,

The liquid song of wood-thrush pours forth in joyous lay,
The pheebe near the cottage with plaintive call doth sing,
From shaded nook the partridge soars aloft on whirring wing.

Fair are the gentle blossoms, the first sweet gift of Spring,
Anemones and violets from old-time haunts we bring,

With round leaf green and glossy, with pure, rich, creamy bloom,
The Pyrola in beauty distills its rare perfume ;

Here find we velvet mosses, lichens with ruby cup,

From out whose dainty chalice, a fairy well might sup.

O treasures of the woodland! the lovely maiden-hair,

Soft ferns with feathery tresses where cooling shadows are;

We find ‘neath dried leaves hiding the trailing partridge-vine
Bright mid its green leaves growing the scarlet berries shine;
The chestnut burs are opening and from their velvet bed

The brown nuts thickly falling with bright-hued leaves are shed.

Oh! wondrous is the glory in Autumn’s changing light,

Like fairy land the beauty within the woodlands bright,

The golden Autumn sunshine, ‘‘God’s everlasting smile,”
With pure, sweet radiance lighteth each shadowy forest aisle:
A subtle balsam odor breathes through the dreamy air,

A charm steals o’er the spirits, a lulling rest from care.

Chautauguan, October, 1885. PHEBE A. HOLDER.

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CHOOSING A “STATE TREE.”

Nominations made by Students at Sag Harbor, N. Y., May 3, 1889.

THE MAPLE.

There are about fifty species of maple, ten of which are found in North America.
Some are large trees growing to a height of seventy or eighty feet, others are
only small shrubs. They differ in the time at which the flowers appear. The
flowers of some appear beforethe leaves, of others at the same time with the
leaves, and of others not until the leaves are fully developed. The leaves are
deciduous and from three to seven lobed. The seeds have wings so that they
do not fall to the ground very quickly and are scattered about by the wind.
The flowers of the red and silver maples appear in March or April, and the
seeds ripen in June, and fall to the ground, when they soon commence to grow
and by autumn form small trees, one or two feet in height. The seeds of these
species will not retain their vitality if kept until the next spring. The sap of
some species of maple contains sugar which is obtained from the sap by evap-
oration. The timber of the maple is used for some purposes, that of the sugar
maple being the most valuable. The maple is of rapid growth, good form and,
has wide-spreading branches, with very thick, bright-green foliage, which makes
it a good shade and ornamental tree. The maple is a clean tree not being fre-
quented by noxious worms, and does not litter the ground with leaves and
twigs during the summer. With the first frosts of autumn the leaves of the
maple-change to various shades of red and yellow, and present a very hand-
some appearance. EVERETT L. TINDALL.

THE BLACK-WALNUT.

HE J. Nigra of the Juglans genus is a native of America. It flourishes in
| ail parts of the United States, except in the extreme north, but principally
in the fertile river basins, where it attains a height of seventy-five feet. It is one
of the largest trees of North America, its branches spreading out in a horizon-
tal direction for a long distance, giving it a very majestic appearance.

The bark is thick, black, and becomes furrowed with age. The leaves, when
bruised, emit a strong fragrant odor. The heart of the tree, after short expos-
ure to the air, turns nearly black, hence the name, Black-walnut. The follow-
ing qualities make the wood very valuable:

tst. It remains sound for a long time, even after much exposure. 2d. It is
strong, tenacious, and when thoroughly seasoned, not liable to warp or split.
3d. Its grain being fine and compact, admits of a very fine polish; the wood
is also free from worms.

It is chiefly used by cabinet-makers, but is sometimes converted into lumber.

Its fruit is very rarely sold, being inferior to that of many other species. The
above qualities, many of which are symbolic of the features in which New
York State leads the Union, strongly recommend it to the wise as a State

emblem.
JOHN W. RIPLEY.

124 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE HEMLOCK.

The northern part of the United States and Canada abounds largely in this
tree. Although not remarkable for its beauty except when young, its uniform-
ity and great height give it a very stately appearance. Being seventy or eighty
feet high and having a circumference of from six to nine feet, the timber ob-
tained from it is necessarily large, but because of its tendency to split, is not
very highly esteemed for building purpose. The bark is very valuable for
tanning. The leaves are two-rowed, flatand obtuse. Different varieties of this
same species are the Black and White Spruce. The former unlike the Hem-
lock is a valuable timber tree. From it the essence of spruce is obtained which
is used for making spruce beer. From the fibres of the roots of the White
Spruce the Canadians get the thread with which they sew their birch bark
canoes, the seams being made water tight with its resin. Both of the last-
named varieties have quadrangular leaves. The most important advantages to
the State are the bark it yields, the shade it gives and to some extent the
timber obtained from it. ; May I. BACHELDER,

THE PINE TREE.

The pines, which are distinguished from all other trees, by their foliage which
consists of needle-shaped leaves in clusters of two to five, surrounded at the
base by some of the withered bud scales, which form a sheath around them,
constitute a large and interesting class of American forest trees. The most
valuable species is that which is known as the Georgia Pitch Pine. Toward
the north, the long-leaved pine makes its appearance near Norfolk, in Vir-
ginia, where the pine barrens begin. It seems to be especially assigned to
dry, sandy soils; and it is found almost without interruption, in the lower part
of the Carolinas, Georgia and Florida, over a tract more than six hundred miles
long, from north-east to south-west, and more than one hundred miles broad
from the sea toward the mountains.

The pines with the exception of one species in the Canaries, are confined to
America, Europe and Asia, and are more abundant in the temperate and cooler
portions of these. No treesare so useful to the arts of c’vilized life as these, as
they not only furnish in abundance kinds of wood for which there is no proper
substitute, but their other products are of great utility, the abundant juice of
some species, which consists of a resin dissolved in a volatile oil, affords turpen-
tines of various kinds, spirits of turpentine, resin, tar and other minor products,

In the northern States, the lands which at the commencement of their settle-
ments were covered with pitch pine, were exhausted in twenty-five or thirty
years, and for more than half a century have ceased to furnish tar. In several
species the nuts are edible, and are not only eaten by wild animals, but are col-
lected for food. In ornamental planting, pines are exceedingly useful, as they
present a great variety of habit and foliage, from species which never rise above
a few feet up to those which have trunks large enough for a ship's mast.

The pine barrens are of vast extent and are covered with trees of forest
growth, but they cannot be all rendered profitable, from the difficulty of com-
municating with the sea. LOUISE YOUNGS.

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THE ASH.

The White Ash is one of the most interesting among the American species
for the qualities of its wood, and the most remarkable for the rapidity of its
growth and for the beauty of its foliage. A cold climate seems most congenial
to its nature.

It is everywhere called White Ash, probably from the color of its bark, by
which it is easily distinguished. The White Ash sometimes attains a height
of eighty feet, with a diameter of three feet, and is one of the largest trees of
the United States. The trunk is perfectly straight and often undivided to the
height of mere than forty feet. On large stocks the bark is deeply furrowed,
and divided into small squares from one to three inches in diameter.

The leaves are twelve or fourteen inches long, opposite and composed of
three or four pair of leaflets surmounted by an odd one.

The leaflets are three or four inches long, about two inches broad, of a delicate
texture and an undulated surface.

Early in the spring they are covered with a light down, which gradually dis-
‘appears, and at the approach of summer they are perfectly smooth, of a light
green color above, and whitish beneath.

It puts forth white or greenish flowers in the month of May, which are suc-
ceeded by seeds that are eighteen inches long, cylindrical near the base, and
gradually flattened into a wing, the extremity of which is slightly notched.
They are united in bunches four or five inches long, and are ripe in the begin-
ning of autumn. The shoots of the two preceding years are of a bluish-gray
color and perfectly smooth. The distance between their buds sufficiently
proves the vigor of their growth. _

JENNIE PIERSON.

THE OAK.

The oak is a very common tree, and consists of many species, of which the
White Oak is most common. Oaks are found over nearly the whole of the
northern hemisphere, except the extreme north and the tropics, along the
Andes. There are both deciduous and evergreen species, representing a won-
derful difference in their leaves and general aspect, some being small shrubs,

but all are easily recognized by their peculiar fruit consisting of an acorn and a
cup, which never completely incloses the nut.

The oak is long-lived, and specimens supposed to have been in existence
before the settlement of this country, are still standing. As an ornamental
tree, the White Oak is much esteemed. In autumn the leaves turn toa pur-
plish color and remain upon the tree until a new growth next spring. Itisalso

_agood shade tree. The oak is one of the largest and strongest trees which
_ grows in this State, and is, therefore, well adapted to be chosen as the tree of
_ the Empire State. The oak is extensively used in ship-building, and is, there-
fore, emblematical of a commercial State.

JOSEPH BROBECK.

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TULIP TREE.

This tree, which surpasses most others of North America in height and beauty
of its foliage and flower, is one of the most interesting from the numerous and
useful applications of its wood. It is a native of the United States, though the
western States appear to be its natural soil, and it is there it displays its most
powerful vegetation.

It has a stem, sometimes from too to 140 feet in height and three feet thick,
with a grayish-brown cracked bark, and many gnarled and easily broken
branches. The leaves are roundish, ovate and three-lobed. The flowers are
solitary at the extremities of the branchlets, are large, brilliant, variegated with
different colors, have an agreeable odor, and are very numerous on detached
trees, producing a fine effect. The flowers bloom in June or July.

The fruit is composed of a great number of thin narrow scales attached to a
common axis, and forming a cone two or three inches in length. Each cone
consists of sixty or seventy seeds, of which never more than a third are produc-
tive. For three years before the tree begins to yield fruit, almost all the seeds
are unproductive, and in large trees those from the highest branches are best.

The bark of the tree has a bitter aromatic taste, and has been used as a sub-
stitute for Peruvian bark in intermittent fevers, and is a good tonic.

The tulip tree is one of the most beautiful ornaments of pleasure grounds
whereon it grows and flowers well. The timber is easily wrought and is much
used for many purposes. MADGE VAIL.

THE ELM.

The elm belongs to the order of ulmacez or elmworts. There are. several
kinds of elms, some native of North America, some of Europe and some of
Asia; such as the cork elm, the slippery elm, the American or white elm, etc.,
the last mentioned being the one we are to consider. This elm, namely the
American elm, is one of the largest and most beautiful of its species Itisa
native of the forests of North America, being most common in the northern,
middle and western States. It grows from seventy to eighty feet high, attaining
its greatest size between latitude 42 and 46 degrees, where it sometimes reaches
one hundred feet. The roots of the elm are very long and numerous, often ex-
tending from one to two hundred feet ; thus it is generally pretty secure from
cyclones and heavy gales of wind. It has a fine straight trunk from three to
five feet in diameter, covered with a rough dark-gray bark, and reaching from
thirty to sixty feet before separating into branches. Its branches are large,
wide-spreading, graceful and overhanging, and in the summer thickly covered
with foliage. The flower of the American elm opens in April before the tree
comes into leaf. It is very small, of a purplish color, and collected in little ter-
minal clusters. The leaves which appear in the month of May are from four to
five inches long, and oval in shape. Its wood is white in color, flexible and
very tough, and is used for a variety of purposes by wheelwrights. The Ameri-
can elm is a great favorite as a shade tree. It is perfectly hardy, will grow in
nearly any soil, and on the seacoast equally as well as in the interior. It is tall
and stately in appearance, thus adding beauty and picturesqueness to the sur-

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_ roundings; while its graceful, overhanging branches afford pleasant shade and
favorite nesting places for birds.
Many of the streets of New Haven city are lined on either side with long
rows of fine large elm trees whose branches, gracefully pendent, meet and form
2 lofty arches. It is, therefore, often called the City of Elms and is considered one
_ of the most beautiful cities of the New England States.
| The American elm is very extensively planted as a shade tree both in private
_ grounds and along public roads; and on account of its many desirable qualities -
___ is universally liked as a village tree; and I think it one of the best adapted to
_ be chosen for a State tree, and justly entitled to a large number of votes.
F. C. STEUART.

THE HICKORY.

There have been a number of trees suggested as candidates for the honor of
_ being the State tree of New York; the oak, the pine, the elm, the tulip-tree,
_ the maple, the walnut and many others. All are beautiful, but there are other
_ considerations besides beauty in choosing a State tree, and the one most symbol-
ical of New York in its size, vigor and productiveness will receive the choice.
4 ‘The oak and pine fulfili many of these conditions, but they are the generally
acknowledged soldier trees. The oak fights the storms of centuries, and is so
_ strong that it has become a byword, and when we wish to say men are invinci-
ble in their courage, we say they have “ hearts of oak.” The pine is a sentinel,
and likes to choose some barren, lonely height to do solemn picket-duty. But
these are not lovable trees, they are not productive trees; they are sturdy,
_ independent, and hardy, and New York is all of these, but it is also a State of -
ee homes, a lovable State, and not a fighting State. It has no dangerous enemies
_ to fight. Why should the population,—-sleek Dutch market-gardeners from
West Long Island, hurried business men from the cities and inky and theoreti-
cal model farmers from the center of the State,— turn out to make a bayonet
charge among the handful of dirty and drunken Indians on the State reserva-
tions, or some equally harmless people ?
Neither is it a lazy, effeminate State, to be symbolized by that very fop of
trees, the tulip-tree, with its gorgeous flowers in spring, and its brilliant leaves
in fall; or by the dainty lady elm, with its graceful twig-drapery. Nor is it a
State mourning over past glories and present decay ; a willow might be emblem
of Egypt or Greece or Italy, but it is not of prosperous mercantile New York.
_ But there is a tree which seems to typify the State,— a beautiful, vigorous,
productive tree, not as large as some others perhaps, but size is not always
strength, and important New York would covera very small corner of unimpor-
_ tant Texas; a distinctively Amerzcan tree, therefore fit to be a typical tree of a
_ typical American State ; and this beautiful hickory tree has another quality,
_ admirable in a tree, or a State, ora man, or any thing liable to misfortune; you
__ may bend a hickory sapling to the ground,— and when you release it, it springs
_ back as before, unbroken. This recuperative power is as remarkable in the
State as in the tree. Our own Principal told us, in his delightful address on
_ the Centennial day, how a hundred years ago New York city was an impover-
ished, war-ravaged little town of twenty-five thousand inhabitants. As soon as

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the pressure of war was removed, New York recuperated, like the tree, so that
there is no parallel for the growth of that second city in the world.

As merely a beautiful shade tree, as merely a producer of delicious nuts, the
hickory is unsurpassed; but as atype of vigorous, productive New York, it has
no equal, and can have none.

FLORENCE PAINTER.

SILENCE IS GOLDEN.

HE flowers have no tongues. I do not mean that you must not talk. God
has given us tongues, and means us to use them. But let the silent
beauty of the flowers teach us to do all the good we can and make no fuss
about it. Never be in a hurry to tell people you are Christians, but act so that
they cannot help finding it out.

Did you ever watch beans grow? They come up out of the ground as if
they had been planted upside down. Each appears carrying the seed on top of
his stalk, as if they were afraid folks would not know they were beans unless
they immediately told them. But most flowers wait patiently and humbly to
be known by their fruits.

From “ The World to Come.” Chautauquan, February, 1888,

What a noble gift to man are the forests! What a debt of gratitude and ad-
miration we owe for their utility and their beauty! How pleasantly the shad-
ows of the wood fall upon our heads when we turn from the glitter and turmoil
of the world of man! The winds of heaven seem to linger amid their balmy
branches, and the sunshine falls like a blessing upon the green leaves; the wild
breath of the forest, fragrant with bark and berry, fans the brow with grateful
freshness; and the beautiful woodlight, neither garish or gloomy, full of calm
and peaceful influences, sheds repose over the spirit.

SUSAN FENIMORE COOPER.

The project of connecting the planting of trees with the names of authors is
a beautiful one, and one certain to exert a beneficial influence upon the chil-
dren who participate in these exercises. The institution of an “* Arbor Day” is
highly commendable from its artistic consequences, and cannot fail to result

in great benefit to the climate and to the commercial interests of the country

when it becomes an institution of general adoption.
Pror. B. PICKMAN MANN, Son of Horace Mann: Extract from Letter.

“ Plant the crab where you will, it will never bear pippins.”

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PLANTING FOR THE FUTURE.

N youth’s glad morning hour,

| All life a holiday doth seem ;
We glance adown time’s vista long
Beholding but the sunny gleam.

The happy hearts that meet to-day,

In a loving band are drawn more near
By the loving end that crowns our work,
Planting trees for a future year.

oO tender trees! ye may thrive and grow,
And spread your branches to the sun,
When the youthful band assembled here,
Has reaped life’s harvest, every one.

When the shining eye shall lose its fire,

When the rosy cheek shall fade away,
Thou'lt drink of the dew and bask in the light —
Forgetful of this Arbor Day.

The bounding heart, the active limb,

The merry laugh and sparkling jest.
Be mingled with the things of earth,

- And sink to solitude and rest.

But o’er this ground with branching arms,
These trees shall cast their leafy shade,
And other hearts as light and gay,

Shall reap the shelter we have made.

So let our planting ever be, .

Something in store for a future year,
When homeward with our harvest bound,
We'll meet the Master without fear.

itt e Fa Is, N. Y., 1889. HARRIET B. WRIGHT.

“ Beneath those EoREE, elms, that yew trees Sade
When heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap.
Each in his narrow cell, forever laid _

Ae, rude. forefathers of the hamlet sleep.”

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WAITING TO GROW.

ITTLE white snowdrop, just waking up,
Violet, daisy, and sweet buttercup !
Think of the flowers that are under the snow,

Waiting to grow!

And think what hosts of queer little seeds —

Of flowers and mosses, of ferns and weeds —

Are under the leaves and under the snow,
Waiting to grow!

Think of the roots getting ready to sprout,

Reaching their slender brown fingers about,

Under the ice and the leaves and the snow,
Waiting to grow!

Only a month or a few weeks more,

Will they have to wait behind that door ;

Listen and watch for they are below -—
Waiting to grow!

Nothing so small, or hidden so well,

That God will not find it, and very soon tell

His sun where to shine, and his rain where to go,
To help them grow!

FORGIVENESS.

HEN on a fragrant sandal tree
W The woodman’s ax descends,
And she who bloomed so beauteously,
Beneath the weapon bends.
E’en on the edge that wrought her death,
Dying she breathes her sweetest breath,
As if to token in her fall,
Peace to her foes and love to all.

How hardly man this lesson learns,

To smile and bless the hand that spurns,

To see the blow, to feel] the pain,

And render only love again !

One had it, but he came from heaven,

Reviled, rejected and betrayed,

No curse He breathed, no plaint He made,

But when in death’s dark pang He sighed,

Prayed for his murderers, and died. J. EDMONDSTON.

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; THE LAST DREAM OF THE OLD OAK TREE.
A CHRISTMAS TALE.

N the forest high up on the steep shore, hard by the open sea-coast, stood a
very old oak tree. It was exactly three hundred and sixty-five years old,

= cise, long time was not more for the tree than just as many days would be

tous men. We wake by day and sleep through the night, and then we have

our dreams: it is different with the tree, which keeps awake through three

seasons of the year, and does not get its sleep till winter comes. Winter is its

time for rest, its night after the long day which is called spring, summer, and

autumn.

On many a warm summer day the ephemera, the fly that lives but for a day,

had danced around his crown —-had lived, enjoyed, and felt happy; and then

rested for a moment in quiet bliss the tiny creature, on one of the great fresh

oak leaves; and then the tree always said: .

a “Poor little thing! Your whole life is but a single day! How very short!

It's quite melancholy !”

“Melancholy! Why do you say that?” the ephemera would then always

_ reply. “Tt is wonderfully bright, warm, and beautiful all around me, and that

_ makes me rejoice!” »

____ “But only one day and then it’s all done!”

“Done!” repeated the ephemera. “What's the meaning of done? Are you

done too?”

__ “No; I shall perhaps live for thousands of your days, and my day is whole

_ seasons long! It’s something so long, that you can’t at all manage to reckon

it out.”

“No? then I don’t understand you. You say you have thousands of my
days; but I have thousands of moments, in which I can be merry and happy.
Does all the beauty of this world cease when you die?”

“No,” replied the tree; “it will certainly last much longer — far longer than
I can possibly think.”

“Well, then, we have the same time, only that we reckon differently.”

And the ephemera danced and floated in the air, and rejoiced in her delicate
‘wings of gauze and velvet, and rejoiced in the balmy breezes laden with the
_ fragrance of meadows and of wild-roses and elder-flowers, of the garden hedges,

_ wild thyme, and mint, and daisies; the scent of these was all so strong that
_ the ephemera was almost intoxicated. The day was long and beautiful, full of
___ joy and of sweet feeling, and when the sun sank low the little fly felt very

agreeably tired of all its happiness and enjoyment. The delicate wings would
_ not carry it any more, and quietly and slowly it glided down upon the soft
i grass-blade, nodded its head as well as it could nod, and went quietly to sleep
—and was dead.
_ “Poor little ephemera!” said the oak. “That was a terribly short life!”
__ And on every summer day the same dance was repeated, the same question
a and ‘answer, and the same sleep. The same thing was repeated through whole
7 _ generations of ephemera, all of them felt equally merry and equally happy.

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The oak stood there awake through the spring morning, the noon of sum-
mer, and the evening of autumn; and its time of rest, its night, was coming on
apace. Winter was approaching.

Already the storms were singing their “ good-night, good-night !”” Here fell
a leaf and there fell a leaf. . ; :

“We'll rock you and dandle you! Go to sleep, go to sleep! We sing you to
sleep, we shake you to sleep, but it does you good in your old twigs, does it
not? They seem to crack for very joy! Sleep sweetly, sleep sweetly! It’s
your three hundred and sixty-fifth night. Properly speaking, you’re only a
stripling as yet! Sleep sweetly! The clouds strew down snow, there will be
quite a coverlet, warm and protecting, around your feet. Sweet sleep to you,
and pleasant dreams!”

And the oak tree stood there denuded of all its leaves, to sleep through the
long winter, and to dream many a dream, always about something that had
happened to it—just as in the dreams of men.

The great oak had once been small— indeed, an acorn had been its cradle.
According to human computation, it was now in its fourth century. It was the
greatest and best tree in the forest; its crown towered far above all the other
trees, and could be descried from afar across the sea, so that it served asa
landmark to the sailors: the tree had no idea how many eyes were in the habit
of seeking it. High up in its green summit the wood-pigeon built her aest,
and the cuckoo sat in its boughs, and sang his song; and in autumn, when
the leaves looked like thin plates of copper, the birds of passage came and
rested there, before they flew away across the sea; but now it was winter, and
the tree stood there leafless, so that every one could see how gnarled and
crooked the branches were that shot forth from its trunk. Crows and rooks
came and took their seat by turns in the boughs, and spoke of the hard times
which were beginning, and of the difficulty of getting a living in winter.

It was just at the holy Christmas time, when the tree dreamed its most
glorious dream. |

The tree had a distinct feeling of the festive time, and fancied he heard the
bells ringing from the churches all around ; and yet it seemed as if it were a fine
summer's day, mild and warm. Fresh and green he spread out his mighty
crown; the sunbeams played among the twigs and the leaves; the air was full
of the fragrance of herbs and blossoms; gay butterflies chased each other to
and fro, The ephemeral insects danced as if al] the world were created merely
- for them to dance and be merry in. All that the tree had experienced for years
and years, and that had happened around him, seemed to pass by him again, as
in a festive pageant. He saw the knights of ancient days nde by with their
noble dames on gallant steeds, with plumes waving in their bonnets and fal-
cons on their wrists. The hunting-horn sounded, and the dogs barked. He
saw hostile warriors in colored jerkins and with shining weapons, with spear
and halbert, pitching their tents and striking them again. The watch-fires
flamed up anew, and men sang and slept under the branches of the tree. He
saw loving couples meeting near his trunk, happily, in the moonshine; and
they cut the initials of their names in the gray-green bark of his stem. Once
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been hung up on his boughs by merry wanderers; and now they hung there
again, ana once again they sounded in tones of marvelous sweetness. The
wood-pigeons cooed, as if they were telling what the tree felt in all this, and
the cuckoo called out to tell him how many summer days he had yet to live.

Then it appeared to him as if new fife were rippling down into the remotest
fibre of his root, and mounting up into his highest branches, to the tops of the
leaves. The tree felt that he was stretching and spreading himself, and through
his root he felt that there was life and motion even in the ground itself. He
felt his strength increase, he grew higher, his stem shot up unceasingly, and
he grew more and more, his crown became fuller, and spread out; and in pro-
portion as the tree grew, he felt his happiness increase, and his joyous hope
that he should reach even higher— quite up to the warm, brilliant sun.

Already had he grown high above the clouds, which floated past beneath his
crown like dark troops of passage-birds, or like great white swans. And every
leaf of the tree had the gift of sight, as if it had eyes wherewith to see; the
stars became visible in broad daylight, great and sparkling; each of them
sparkled like a pair of eyes, mild and clear. They recalled to his memory well-
known gentle eyes, eyes of children, eyes of lovers who had met beneath his
boughs.

Tt was a marvelous spectacle, and one full of happiness and joy! And yet
amid all this happiness the tree felt a longing, a yearning desire that all other
trees of the wood beneath him, and all the bushes, and herbs, and flowers,
_might be able to rise with him, that they too might see this splendor, and
experience this joy. The great majestic oak was not quite happy in his happi-
ness, while he had not them all, great and little, about him ; and this feeling of
yearning trembled through his every twig, through his every leaf, warmly and
fervently as through a human heart.

The crown of the tree waved to and fro, as if he sought something in his
silent longing, and he looked down. Then he felt the fragrance of thyme, and
soon afterward the more powerful scent of honeysuckle and violets; and he
fancied he heard the cuckoo answering him.

Yes; through the clouds the green summits of the forest came peering up,
and under himself the oak saw the other trees, as they grew and raised them-
selves aloft. Bushes and herbs shot up high, and some tore themselves up
bodily by the roots to rise the quicker. The birch was the quickest of all. Like
a white streak of lightning, its slender stem shot upwards in a zigzag line, and
the branches spread around it like green gauze and like banners; the whole
woodland natives, even to the brown-plumed rushes, grew up with the rest,
and the birds came too, and sang; and on the grass blade that fluttered aloft
like a long silken ribbon into the air, sat the grasshopper cleaning his wings
with his legs ; the May beetles hummed, and the bees murmured, and every bird
sang in his appointed manner; all was song and sound of gladness up into the
high heaven.

“ But the little blue flower by the water-side, where is that?” said the oak;
“and the purple bell-flower and the daisy?” for, you see, the old oak tree
wanted to have them all about him.

“We are here — we are here!” was shouted and sung in reply.

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“But the beautiful thyme of last summer—and in the last year there was.

certainly a place here covered with lilies of the valley! and the wild apple tree
that blossomed so splendidly ! and all the glory of the wood that came year by
year —if that had only just been born, it might have been here now!”

“We are here, we are here!” replied voices still gi hs in the air. It seemed
as if they had flown on before.

“Why, that is beautiful, indescribably beautiful!” exclaimed the old oak tree,
rejoicingly, “1 have them all around me, great and small; not one has been
forgotten! How can so much happiness be imagined ? How can it be possible?’

“In heaven, in the better land, it can be imagined, and it is possible!” the
reply sounded through the air.

And the old tree, who grew on and on, felt how his roots were tearing them-
selves free from the ground.

“That's right, that’s better than all!” said the tree. ‘Now no fetters hold
me! I can fly up now, to the very highest, in glory and in light! And all my
beloved ones are with me, great and small — all of them, all!”

That was the dream of the old oak tree; and while he dreamt thus a mighty
storm came rushing over land and sea —at the holy Christmas-tide. The sea
rolled great billows toward the shore; there was a crackling and crashing in
the tree —his root was torn out of the ground in the very moment while he
was dreaming that his root freed itself from the earth. He fell. His three
hundred and sixty-five years were now as the single day of the ephemera.

On the morning of the Christmas festival, when the sun rose, the storm had
subsided. From all the churches sounded the festive bells, and from every
hearth, even from the smallest hut, arose the smoke in blue clouds, like the
smoke from the altars of the druids of old at the feast of thanks-offerings.
The sea became gradually calm, and on board a great ship in the offing, that
had fought successfully with the tempest, all the flags were displayed, as a
token of joy suitable to the festive day.

“The tree is down —the old oak tree, our land-mark on the coast!” said the
sailors. “It fell in the storm of last night. Who can replace it? No one can.”

This was the funeral oration, short but well meant, that was given to the
tree, which lay stretched on the snowy covering on the sea-shore; and over its
prostrate form sounded the notes of a song from the ship, a carol of the joys
of Christmas, and of the redemption of the soul of man by His blood, and of

eternal life.
‘Sing, sing aloud, this blessed morn —

It is fulfilled —and He is born:
Oh, joy without compare!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!”

Thus sounded the old psalm-tune, and every one on board the ship felt lifted
up in his own way, through the song and the prayer, just as the old tree had
felt lifted up in its last, it most beauteous dream in the Christmas night.

HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.

Friendship is a sheltering tree.
. COLERIDGE, Youth and Age:

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HISTORICAL TREES—Told in Rhyme.

FOR A CLASS EXERCISE.

NE by one we are turning
The leaves of Time’s dusty book,
And wonderful legends are written
On each storied page we look.

Legends of Indian warfare,
Of crossing a trackless sea,

Of hunger and cold endured by all,
For the sake of being free.

Far back when the world was younger
The Romans, the stories say,

When some wonderful thing had happened
With a white stone marked the day.

But instead of a stone for remembrance,
“We mark by a tall green tree,

Full many a great event that’s passed
Since the Mayflower crossed the sea.

. First CHILD:
So looking adown the centuries
To those early frontier days,
And ancient Philadelphia
With its quaint old Quaker ways.

I see ‘neath the sachem’s elm-tree,
.... Penn and his fearless band,
And the plumed and painted warriors
Around him on ey’ry hand.

SECOND CHILD:
Here he called the Indian brothers
And treated them like men,
And none of the Indians ever broke
That treaty made with Penn.

THIRD CHILD:
And even the British foemen
Respected that ancient tree,
And placed a guard to protect it
From their hireling soldiery.

FouURTH CHILD:
But ere another century
Had been told above its head,
A strong wind swept above it,
And the ancient elm lay dead.

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Still the mother tells to her children
_ As they climb upon her knee,
Of the treaty of sixteen eighty-two,
Beneath the old elm-tree.

. Abi
This tree was blown down in 1810, and proved by its rings to be 283 years
old. A large part of it was sent to the members of Penn’s family, and the
remainder was made into boxes, chairs, etc.

FIFTH CHILD:
Once when in England's stately halls,
A new king wore the royal crown,
And one with chains for liberty
Sailed o’er the sea to Boston town.

Throughout the land where e’er was heard
The measured tread of soldiers’ feet
In all New England’s colonies,
The people’s heart, as one heart beat

And when the haughty leader came,
Then every slumb’ring patriot woke,
And they hid Connecticut’s charter
In the heart of a hollow oak.

SIXTH CHILD:
But when old England changed her king
It was taken from out the tree,
And Hartford's Charter Oak became
The symbol of liberty.

ALL:
The Vice-President’s chair at Washington is made from the Charter Oak,

which was blown down in 1856.

SEVENTH CHILD:
We've all of us heard of the Stamp Act,
And Boston of ’sixty-five, |
And the meetings against taxation
’Neath the old elm then alive.

And how one August morning,

On a branch of that tree so green,
The effigies of the Governor,

And old Lord Bute were seen.

The people crowded around them
From every part of the town,

As they swung from the elm-tree branches
Till the summer sun went down.

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EIGHTH CHILD:
- And when four more months of trouble
Into the past had sped,
The royal governor ’neath that tree
His resignation read.

NINTH CHILD:
But at last the lawless soldiery
Beneath the old elm stood,
And Boston’s liberty-tree
Became the Briton’s firewood.
af ALL:
‘This elm was cut down by the British in 1775. The soldiers used it for
firewood and got fourteen cords from it.

a TENTH CHILD:

= All over the land in ’sixty-five,

a. ‘ In spite of king and crown,
a). . The liberty-trees were springing up,
i aie ; In every village and town.

In Charleston, South Carolina, there was one,
. *Twas a great live oak,

- There it stood till in seventeen-eighty

: It was burned by the British folk.

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Bt

ALL:
... The Declaration of Independence was read and meetings were held under
this tree. In 1780, it was cut down and burned by the British.

ELEVENTH CHILD:
When the Stamp Act had been repealed
y On Norwich’s oak so green,
On the topmost branch of the stately tree
A Phrygian cap was seen.

~-

} ; ALL:
__ When the Stamp Act was repealed the people erected a tent under oak-

5

7 2 spreading branches, and encouraged each other to resist all acts of oppression.

TWELFTH CHILD:
And Washington in. ’seventy-five,
"Neath Cambridge’s elm tree came,
To take command of the army
*Mid the people’s loud acclaim.

THIRTEENTH CHILD:
And still on the green at Cambridge
The old tree stands to-day,
Though rebel and tory long ago,
To dust have mouldered away.

I 38 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

ALL:
This famous elm is still standing. It is also celebrated as the one under
which Whitefield preached.

ALL:
So to-day as we turn from the present
To the dusty past, we see
How many a great and noble deed
Is marked by a famous tree.
Lizzie M. HADLEY.

MAGNOLIA-GRANDIFLORA.

AJESTIC flower! How purely beautiful
M Thou art, as rising from thy bower of green,
Those dark and glossy leaves so thick and full,
Thou standest like a high-born forest queen
Among thy maidens clustering round so fair; —
I love to watch thy sculptured form unfolding,
And look into thy depths, to image there
A fairy cavern, and while thus beholding,
And while thy breeze floats o’er thee, matchless flower,
I breathe the perfume, delicate and strong,
That comes like incense from thy petal-bower ;
My fancy roams those southern woods along,
Beneath that glorious tree, where deep among
The unsunned leaves thy large white flower-cups hung !
CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH..

THE YEW.

REWHILE, on England’s pleasant shores, our sires
Left not their churchyards unadorned with shades
Or blossoms, but indulgent to the strong
And natural dread of man’s last home, the grave,
Its frost and silence — they disposed around,
To soothe the melancholy spirit that dwelt
Too sadly on life’s close, the forms and hues
Of vegetable beauty. There the yew,
Green ever amid the snows of winter, told
Of immortality, and gracefully
The willow, a perpetual mourner, drooped;
And there the gadding woodbine crept about,

_ And there the ancient ivy.
Bryant. The Burial Place.

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oy ROUND Sebago’s lonely lake

= There lingers not a breeze to break
The mirror which its waters wake.
__ The solemn pines along its shore,
__ The firs which hang its gray rocks o’er
___ Are painted on its glassy floor.
= * * * *
Here in their hour of bitterness, come the
broken band of Sokokis seeking a grave
for their slaughtered chief.

Fire and axe have swept it bare,

_ Save one lone beech unclosing there
Its light leaves in the vernal air.

* *

_ THE FUNERAL TREE OF THE SOKOKIS.

-“*T have always admired,” says Whittier, ‘‘ the good taste of the Sokoki Indians around
Lake, who, when their chief died, dug around a beech tree, swaying it down.

and placed his body in the rent, and then let the noble tree fall back into its original

place, a green and beautiful monument for a son of the forest.”— Extract from letter.

With grave cold looks all sternly mute,
They break the damp turf at its-foot,
And bare its coiled and twisted root.

They heave the stubborn trunk aside,
The firm roots from the earth divide,—
The rent beneath yawns dark and wide. —

And there the fallen chief is laid
In tasselled garbs of skins arrayed
And girded with his wampum-braid.

= # = * *
*Tis done: the roots are backward sent
The beechen tree stands up unbent,—

The Indian’s fitting monument.
* * * * =

There shall his fitting requiem be,
In northern winds, that, cold and free,
Howl nightly in the funeral tree.

Pepe * WHITTIER.

PRETTY Lady Golden-rod,
(). I’m glad you've come to town !
I saw you standing by the gate,
All in your yellow gown.

No one was with me, and I thought
You might be lonely, too ;

And so I took my card-case
And came to visit you.

.

LADY GOLDEN-ROD.

You ’re fond of company, I know;
You smile so at the sun,

And when the winds go romping past,
You bow to every one.

How you should ever know them all,
I'm sure I cannot tell ;

But when I come again, I hope
You'll know me just as well.

CARRIE W. BRONSON.

The leaves of trees and vines,
_ I'm sure she does her darning
With necdles of the pines!

E Mother Nature patches

PINE-NEEDLES.

They are so long and slender;
And sometimes, in full view,
They have their thread of cobwebs,
And thimbles made of dew!
Wm. H. Hayne.

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UNDER THE WASHINGTON ELM, CAMBRIDGE.
APRIL 27, 1861.

IGHTY years have passed, and more,
‘ Since under the brave old tree
Our fathers gathered in arms, and swore
They would follow the sign their banners bore,
And fight till the land was free.

Half of their work was done,
Half is left to do,—
Cambridge, and Concord and Lexington !
When the battle is fought and won,
What shall be told of you?

Hark !—’t is the south wind moans,—

Who are the martyrs down ?
Ah, the marrow was true in your children’s bones
That sprinkled with blood the cursed stones

Of the murder-haunted town!

What if the storm-clouds blow?
What if the green leaves fall ?

Better the crashing tempest’s throe

Than the army of worms that gnawed below;
Trample them one and all!

Then, when the battle is won,
And the land from traitors free,
Our children shall tell of the strife begun
When Liberty’s second April sun
Was bright on our brave old tree. |!
HOLMES.

FLOWERS AND FOLIAGE.

ID you ever think how different the world would be —what a sad want
there would be in it—if it wanted flowers? The green herbage and
foliage are also beautiful both in form and in color. In winter, when the
plants are withered, and the trees are bare, how bleak and dreary the country
looks! When spring returns, how gladly we watch the bursting of the buds,
and behold the trees and plants putting forth anew their leaves and blossoms!
Bright flowers, green trees, and singing birds! our hearts are the lighter for
them.

a

THE WASHINGTON ELM CAMBRIDGE, MASS.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 141

The flowers all bloomed together,
Save one, who tried to hide herself,
And drooped, that pleasant weather.

A aie in a field, one day in June,

_ A robin who had flown too high,
if And felt a little lazy,

_ Was resting near this buttercup

¥ Who wished she were a daisy;

For daisies grow so trig and tall!
— She always had a passion
For wearing frills around her neck,
In just the daisies’ fashion.

And buttercups must always be
- The same old tiresome color;
~ While daisies dress in gold and white,
Although their gold is duller.

DISCONTENT.

“ Dear robin,” said this sad young flower,
** Perhaps you’d not mind trying
To find a nice white frill for me,
Some day when you are flying?”

“ You silly thing!” the robin said,
**T think you must be crazy;
I'd rather be my honest self
Than any made-up daisy.

“ You're nicer in your own bright gown;
The little children love you:
Be the best buttercup you can,
And think no flower above you.

** Though swallows leave me out of sight,
We'd better keep our places:
Perhaps the world would all go wrong
With one too many daisies.

** Look bravely up into the sky,
And be content with knowing
That God wished for a buttercup
Just here, where you are growing.”

Sara O. JEWETT.

Flowers exceeding fair.

The sumach burned,
a When the dahlia turned
_ Her laughing face of gold,

To where he stood,

By the rough dogwood,
Outside of the garden fold.

UNITED.
SUMACH tall, An outcast he,
A By a garden wall, Yet, tenderly
Bloomed through the summer air; He loved the garden queen,
i Within there grew, And well she knew,
Of every hue, So close they grew,

With but a wall between.

What mattered birth?
The selfsame earth
Had nursed their infant seed;
But custom said:
** No flower should wed
A rough, plebeian weed.”

One chilly night,
The frost king’s blight,
Fell over woods and farms;
Next day, quite dead,
The dahlia’s head
Lay in the sumach’s afms.

HELEN F. O'NEILL.

I42 _ ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE MARRIAGE OF THE FLOWERS.

66 TT is six,” the swallows twittered, ‘and you’re very late in rising —

If you really think of rising on this lovely morn at all —
For the great red sun is peeping over wood and hill and meadow,
And the unmilked cows are lowing in the dimly-lighted stall.”’

Oh, ye robins and ye swallows, thought I, throwing back the lattice,
Ye are noisy, joyous fellows, and you waken when you will;
Then I saw a dainty letter, bound in ribbon-grass and clover,
That the swallows had left swinging by the narrow window-sill.

Oh, the dainty, dainty letter, on an orange leaf, or lemon,
Signed, “ Your friend, the Queen of Roses,” writ in characters of dew;
“You're invited to the garden, there’s a good time there at seven,
And a place beside the apple-tree has been reserved for you.”

“ There'll be matings there, and marriages, of every flower and blossom;
Cross the brook behind the arbor, and come early, if you can.”
Oh, my thoughts they all went bounding, and my heart leaped in my bosom,
« And how sweetly she composes,” I reflected as I ran.

There she sat, the Queen of Roses, with her virgins all about her,
While the lilacs and the apple-blooms seemed waiting her command.
Oh, how lovely, oh, how gracious, she did smile on each new comer;
Oh, how sweet she kissed the lilies as she took them by the hand.

Never had I seen her fairer than she was this happy morning,
Never knew her breath delicious, half so boundless, half so rare;
Oh, she seemed a thing of heaven, with the dew upon her bosom,
And I wished I were some daffodil, that I might kiss it there.

All at once the grass rows parted, and the sweetest notes were sounded,
There was music, there was odor, there was loving in the air;

And a hundred joyous gallants, robed in holiday apparel,
Danced beneath the lilac bushes with a hundred maidens fair.

There were tulips proud and yellow, with their great green spears beside
them;
There were lilies grandly bowing to the rose queen as they came;
There were daffodils so stately, scenting all the air of heaven;
Joyous buds and sleeping poppies, with their banners all aflame.

There were pansies robed in purple, marching o’er the apple-blossoms
And the foxgloves with their pages tripped coquettishly along;

And the violets and the daisies, in their bonnets blue and yellow,
Joined the marching and parading of th’ innumerable throng.

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All at once the dandelion blew three notes upon his trumpet ;
“ Choose ye partners for the dancing, gallant knights and ladies fair ;”
And the honeysuckle court’sied to the young sweet-breathed clematis,
And remarked Spon the sweetness of the blossoms in her hair.

a " We’ re the tallest,” said the tuberose to the iris, standing nearest,
“* -“ And suppose that now, for instance, I should offer you my heart ?”
é “Oh, how sudden,” cried the sly thing; “1 am really quite embarrassed —
| Unexpected, but pray do it, just to give the rest a start.”

_ Then a daisy kissed a pansy, with its jacket brown and yellow,
‘ And the crocus led a thistle to a seat beside the rose;
And the maybells grouped together, close beside the lady-slipper,
And commented on the beauty and the splendor of her clothes.

“Oh, a market this for beauty,” said a jasmine, gently clinging

To the strong arm of an orange, as a glance on him she threw,
“Why, you scarcely would believe it, but I’ve had this very morning
Twenty offers, and declined them, just to promenade with you.”

So in groupings or in couples, led each knight some gentle lady,
Led some fair companion blushing, past the windrows fresh and green;
_ And the sweet rose gave her blessing, and a kiss at times, it may be,
To the fairest brides and sweetest, mortal eye hath ever seen.

Then again the grass it parted, and the sunshine it grew brighter,
Till it seemed as if the curtains of high heaven were withdrawn,
And each flower and bud and blossom pressed some fair one to its bosom,
___ As the bannered train danced gaily ’twixt the windrows on the lawn.

Oh, the musk-rose was so stately! and so stately was the queen rose!

: And how sweetly smiled she on me as she whispered in my ear,

- “Come again; you know you're welcome; come again, dear, for it may be

_ That our baby buds and blossoms will be chr7stened here next year.”
ADJUTANT S. H. M. Byers, Oskaloosa, Iowa.

= A GRAIN OF CORN.

GRAIN of corn an infant’s hand

’ May plant upon an inch of land,
Whence twenty stalks may spring and yield
Enough to stock a little field.

The harvest of that field might then

Be multiplied to ten times ten,

Which sown thrice more, would furnish bread
es ; Wherewith an army might be fed.

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE WILD VIOLET.

IOLET, violet, sparkling with dew,
Down in the meadow-land wild where you grew,

How did you come by the beautiful blue

With which your soft petals unfold ?
And how do you hold up your tender young head,
When rude sweeping winds rush along o’er your bed,
And dark, gloomy clouds, ranging over you, shed

Their waters so heavy and cold?

No one has nursed you or watched you an hour,
Or found you a place in the garden or bower;
And no one can yield me so lovely a flower
As here I have found at my feet.
Speak, my sweet violet! answer and tell
How you have grown up and flourished so well,
And look so contented where lowly you dwell,
And we thus by accident meet!

“The same careful hand,” the violet said,
“That holds up the firmament, holds up my head;
And He who with azure the skies overspread
Has painted the violet blue.
He sprinkles the stars out above me by night,
And sends down the sunbeams at morning with light, .
To make my new coronet sparkling and bright,
When formed of a drop of His dew.

“T’ve naught to fear from the black heavy cloud,

Or the breath of the tempest that comes strong and loud,
Where, born in the lowland, and far from the crowd,
I know and I live but for One.
He soon forms a mantle about me to cast,
Of long, silken grass, till the rain and the blast,
And all that seemed threatening, have harmlessly passed
As the clouds scud before the warm sun!”
HANNAH F, GOULD.

APRIL.
OW daisies pied, and violets blue, Do paint the meadows with delight ;
And lady-smocks all silver white, The cuckoo now on every tree,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Sings cuckoo! cuckoo!

SHAKESPEARE.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 145

THE LIVE OAK.

ITH his gnarled old arms, and his iron form
Majestic in the wood,

From age to age, in the sun and storm,

The live-oak long hath stood,
With his stately air, that grave old tree,

He stands like a hooded monk,
With the gray moss waving solemnly
_ From his shaggy limbs and trunk.

And the generations come and go,
And still he stands upright,
And he sternly looks on the wood below,
As conscious of his might.
But a mourner sad is the hoary tree,
A mourner sad and lone,
And is clothed in funeral drapery
For the long-since dead and gone.

For the Indian hunter, beneath his shade,
Has rested from the chase ;

And he here has wooed his dusky maid —
The dark-eyed of her race;

And the tree is red with the gushing gore,
As the wild deer panting dies ;

But the maid is gone and the chase is o’er,
And the old oak hoarsely sighs.

In former days, when the battle’s din
_ Was loud amid the land,

In his friendly shadow, few and thin,
Have gathered Freedom’s band ;

And the stern old oak, how proud was he
To shelter hearts so brave!

But they all are gone,— the bold and free,—
And he moans above their grave.

And the aged oak, with his locks of gray,

Is ripe for the sacrifice ;
_ For the worm and decay, no lingering prey,

Shall he tower towards the skies!

He falls, he falls, to become our guard,

The bulwark of the free ;

And his bosom of steel is proudly bared

To brave the raging sea!
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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

-

When the battle comes, and the cannon’s roar
Booms o’er the shuddering deep,

Then nobly he’ll bear the bold hearts o’er
The waves, with bounding leap.

O, may those hearts be as firm and true,
When the war-clouds gather dun,

As the glorious oak that proudly grew

Beneath our southern sun. :
HENRY R. JACKSON,

READY FOR DUTY.
DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY.

AFFY-down-dilly came up in the cold
Through the brown mould,
Although the March breezes blew keen on her face,
Although the white snow lay on many a place.

Daffy-down-dilly had heard under ground

The sweet rushing sound
Of the streams as they burst off their white winter chains—
Of the whistling spring winds and the pattering rains,

“Now, then,” thought Daffy, deep down in her heart,
“It’s time I should start!”
So she pushed her soft leaves through the hard frozen ground,
Quite up to the surface, and then she looked round.

There was snow all about her,—gray clouds overhead, —
The trees all looked dead:

Then how do you think Daffy-down-dilly felt

When the sun would not shine, and the ice would not melt ?

“Cold weather!” thought Daffy, still working away:
“ The earth’s hard to-day!
There’s but a half inch of my leaves to be seen,
And two-thirds of that is more yellow than green!

“T can’t do much yet; but I'll do what I can,
It’s well I began!
For, unless I can manage to lift up my head,
The people will think that the Spring-time is dead.”

So, little by little, she brought her leaves out,
All clustered about ;
And then her bright flowers began to unfold,
Till Daffy stood robed in her spring green and gold,

O, Daffy-down-dilly ! so brave and so true!
Would all were like you,—

So ready for duty in all sorts of weather,

And loyal to courage and duty together.

- - ARBOR DAY.MANUAL. 147

___ They’ve cut the wood away,
4 _The cool green wood,
Wherein I used to play
In happy mood.

The woodman’s ax has cleft.
Each noble tree,

And now, alas, is left

No shade for me.

The brooks that flow in May
Are dry before

The first hot summer day,
And flow no more.

_ The fields are brown and bare,
And parched with heat;
No more doth hover there

Bs The pine scents sweet.
| Boston Journal,

THE GLADNESS OF NATURE.

‘S this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When, our mother Nature laughs around,
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ?

There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky ;
The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.

The clouds are at play in the azure space,

And their shadows at play on the bright green vale,
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,

And there they roll on the easy gale.

There ’s a dance of leaves in that aspen bower;
There ’s a titter of winds in that beechen tree ;
There’s a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.

And look at the broad-faced sun ; how he smiles
On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,

On the leaping waters and gay young isles —
Ay, look, and he’ll smile thy gloom away!

BRYANT.

THEY’VE CUT THE WOOD AWAY.

No more his note is heard
To blithely ring

Where erst the woodland bird
Would sit and sing.

No more the wood-fiowers bloom
Where once they bloomed
Amid the emerald gloom
Of ferns entombed.

Fled, now, the woodland sights,
The scented air !

Fled, all the sweet delights
That once were there!

And_-fied the gracious mood
That came to me,
When to that quiet wood
I used to flee!

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

Chautauquan, April, 1888. ANNE HALL,

ARBUTUS.

Beloved! bringing joy for April’s tears,
Upspringing in the track of wintry fears
That ghostly haunt spring’s timid, ‘wakening hour.
The banished months have left thee beauty’s power:
The autumn, crimson blush; its snowy kiss,
The dying winter; and the summer’s bliss
Of fragrance in thy breath —a precious dower!
What blossom so beloved as thou dost hide -
As thou, ’neath rusty leaves that men despise?
Thus rest unseen, till covert torn aside
Thy secret yields. Then gladden with surprise
And new-born hope, some sad soul’s yearning eyes,
That under death such living joys abide.

WEET welcome to thee, dainty winsome flower!

THE WOODLAND IN SPRING.

EN in the spring and play-time of the year,
E That calls th’ unwonted villager abroad
With all her little ones, a sportive train,

To gather kingcups in the yellow mead,

And prink their hair with daisies, or to pick

A cheap but wholesome salad from the brook ;

These shades are all my own. The timorous hare,
Grown so familiar with her frequent guest,

Scarce shuns me; and the stock-dove, unalarmed,

Sits cooing in the pine tree, nor suspends

His long love-ditty for my near approach.

Drawn from his refuge in some lonely elm,

That age or injury has hollowed deep,

Where on his bed of wool and matted leaves,

He has outslept the winter, ventures forth

To frisk awhile, and bask in the warm sun,

The squirrel, flippant, pert and full of play;

He sees me, and at once, swift as a bird,

Ascends the neighboring beech; there whisks his brush,
And perks his ears, and stamps and cries aloud,

With all the prettiness of feigned alarm,

And anger insignificantly fierce. COWPER.

To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
MILTON'S Lyczdas.

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2 AN APRIL DAY.

HEN the warm sun that brings
Seed time and harvest, has returned again,
’Tis sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.

I love the season well,

When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell -

The coming-on of storms.

From the earth’s loosening mould
The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives;
Though stricken to the heart with winter’s cold,
The drooping tree revives.

The softly warbled song
Comes from the pleasant woods, and patoeer wings
Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along
- The forest openings.

When the bright sunset fills

The silver woods with light, the green slope throws
Its shadows in the hollows of the hills, —

And wide the upland grows.

And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o’er reaching far,
Is hollowed out, and the moon dips her horn,
And twinkles many a star.

Inverted in the tide

Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw,
And the fair trees look over, side by side,

And see themselves below.

- Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life’s golden fruit is shed.

LONGFELLOW.
One impulse from a vernal wood,
May teach you more of man,
Of moral eviland of good,
Than all the sages can. WoRDSWORTH.

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

SPRING POINTING TO GOD.

Loosed from the bands of frost, the verdant ground
Again puts on her robe of cheerful green,

Again puts forth her flowers ; and all around,
Smiling, the cheerful face of spring is seen.

Behold the trees new-deck their withered boughs;
Their ample leaves the hospitable plane,

The taper elm, and lofty ash disclose;
The blooming hawthorn variegates the scene,

The lily of the vale, of flowers the queen, .
Puts on the robe she neither sewed nor spun:

The birds on ground, or on the branches green,
Hop to and fro, and glitter in the sun.

Soon as o’er eastern hills the morning peers,
From her low nest the tufted lark up-springs ;
And cheerful singing, up the air she steers;
Still high she mounts, still loud and sweet she sings,

On the green furze, clothed o’er with golden blooms,
That fill the air with fragrance all around,

The linnet sits, and tricks his glossy plumes,
While o’er the wild his broken notes resound.

While the sun journeys down the western sky,

Along the greensward, marked with Roman mound,
Beneath the blithesome shepherd’s watchful eye,

The cheerful lambkins dance and frisk around,

Now is the time for those who wisdom love,
Who love to walk in virtue’s flowery road,
Along the lovely paths of spring to rove,
And follow Natureup to Nature’s God.

O, willow, why forever weep,

As one who mourns an endless wrong?
What hidden woe can lie so deep?

What utter grief can last so long?
Mourn on forever, unconsoled,

And keep your secret, faithful tree !
No heart in all the world can hold

A sweeter grace than constancy.

BRUCE,

ELIZABETH ALLEN.

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HEN apple-trees in blossom are,
_And cherries of a silken white;
And king-cups deck the meadows fair;

_ And daffodils in brooks delight;
When golden wall-flowers bloom around,
____ And purple violets scent the ground,
____ And lilac ’gins to show her bloom,—

__ We then may say the May is come.

MAY.

When happy shepherds tell their tale
Under the tender leafy tree;
And all adown the grassy vale
The mocking cuckoo chanteth free;
And Philomel, with liquid throat,
Doth pour the welcome, warbling note,
That had been all the winter dumb,—
We then may say the May is come.

When fishes leap in silver stream,

And tender corn is springing high,
And banks are warm with sunny beam,

And twittering swallows cleave the sky,
And forest bees are humming near,
And cowslips in boys’ hats appear,
And maids do wear the meadow’s bloom,—
We then may say the May is come.

CLARKE.

EARLY SPRING.

H# hawthorn whitens, and the juicy groves
Put forth their buds unfolding by degrees,
Till the whole leafy forest stands displayed,
In full luxuriance, to the sighing gales;
» Where the deer rustle through the twining brake,
And the birds sing concealed. At once, arrayed
In all the colors of the flushing year,
+ By Nature’s swift and secret-working hand,
The garden glows, and fills the liberal air
With lavish fragrance: while the promised fruit
“ Lies yet a little embryo, unperceived,
Ps Within its crimson folds. Now from the town,
Buried in smoke, and sleep, and noisome damps,
Oft let me wander o’er the dewy fields,
Where freshness breathes, and dash the trembling drops
From the bent bush as through the verdant maze
Of sweet-brier hedges I pursue my walk;
Or taste the smell of dairy: or ascend
Some eminence, Augusta, in thy plains,
‘And see the country far diffused around,
One boundless blush, one white-empurpled shower
Of mingled blossoms, where the raptured eye
- 4 Hurries from joy to joy.
= THOMSON.

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THE SPIRIT OF POETRY.

HERE is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That dwells where’er the gentle south wind blows;
Where, underneath the white thorn, in the glade,
The wild flowers bloom, or kissing the soft air,
The leaves above their sunny palms outspread.
With what a tender and impassioned voice
It fills the nice and delicate ear of thought,
When the fast-ushering star of morning comes
O’er riding the gray hills with golden scarf;
Or when the cowled and dusky-sandaled Eve,
In mourning weeds, from out the western gate,
Departs with silent pace! That spirit moves
In the green valley, where the silver brook,
From its full laver, pours the white cascade;
And, babbling low amid the tangled woods,
Slips down through moss-grown stones with endless laughter.

And frequent on tne everlasting hills,

Its feet go forth, when it doth wrap itself

In all the dark embroidery of the storm,

And shouts the stern strong wind. And here, amid
The silent majesty of these deep woods,

Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth,

As to the sunshine and the pure bright air

Their tops the green trees lift. Hence gifted bards
Have ever Joved the calm and quiet shades.

For them there was an eloquent voice in all

The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun,

The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way,

Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds,

The swelling upland, where the sidelong sun

Aslant the wooded slope, at evening, goes,

Groves, through whose broken roof the sky looks in,
Mountain, and shattered cliff, and sunny vale,
The distant lake, fountains, and mighty trees,
In many a lazy syllable, repeating

Their old poetic legends to the wind.

And this is the sweet spirit, that doth fill

The world, and in these wayward days of youth,

My busy fancy oft embodies it,

As a bright image of the light and beauty

That dwell in nature ; of the heavenly forms

We worship in our dreams, and the soft hues

That stain the wild bird’s wing, and flush the clouds

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When the sun sets. Within her tender eye

The heaven of April, with its changing light,

And when it wears the blue of May, is hung,

And on her lip the rich, red rose. Her hair

Is like the summer tresses of the trees

When twilight makes them brown, and on her cheek

Blushes the richness of an autumn sky,

With ever-shifting beauty. Then her breath,

It is so like the gentle air of spring,

As, from the morning’s dewy flowers, it comes

Full of their fragrance, that it is a joy

To have it round us, and her silver voice

Is the rich music of a summer bird,

Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.
LONGFELLOW,

SPRING MORNING.

OME hither, come hither, and view the face
Of nature, enrobed in her vernal grace.

By the hedgerow wayside flowers are springing;
On the budding elms the birds are singing;
And up, up, up to the gates of heaven
Mounts the lark, on the wings of her rapture driven;
The voice of the streamlet is fresh and loud;
On the sky there is not a speck of cloud:
Come hither, come hither, and join with me,
In the season’s delightful jubilee!

Come hither, come hither, and guess with me,
How fair and how fruitful the year will be!
Look into the pasture-grounds o’er the pale,
And behold the foal w'th its switching tail,
About and abroad, 1n its mirth it flies,

With its long black forelocks about its eyes;
Or bends its neck down with a stretch,

The daisy’s earliest flowers to reach.

See! as on by the hawthorn fence we pass,
How the sheep are nibbling the tender grass,
Or holding their heads to the sunny ray,

As if their hearts, like its smile, were gay: -
While the chattering sparrows, in and out,
Fly the shrubs, and the trees, and the roofs about,
And sooty rooks, loudly cawing roam,

With sticks and straws, to their woodland home.
MOIR

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SUNRISE ON THE HILLS.

STOOD upon the hills, when heaven’s wide arch
_ Was glorious with the sun’s returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
The clouds were far beneath me; bathed in light, -
They gathered mid-way round the wooded height,
And, in their fading glory, shone
Like hosts in battle overthrown,
As many a pinnacle with shifting glance,
Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance,
And rocking on the cliff was left
The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft.
The veil of cloud was lifted, and below
Glowed the rich valley, and the river’s flow
Was darkened by the forest’s shade,
Or glistened in the white cascade :
Where upward, in the mellow blush of day,
The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way.

1 heard the distant waters dash,

I saw the current whirl and flash,

And richly, by the blue lake’s silver beach,

The woods are bending with a silent reach.

Then o’er the gale with gentle swell,

The music of the village bell

Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills;

And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills,
Was ringing to the merry shout,

That faint and far the glen sent out,

Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke,
Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke.

If thou art worn and hard beset
With sorrows, that thou would’st forget
If thou would’st read a lesson, that will keep
Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,
Go to the woods and hills! No tears
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
LONGFELLOW

Temperance is a tree which has for a root very little contentment, and for

fruit, calm and peace.
BUDDHA.

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FLOWERS.

‘PAKE full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
_ When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth’s firmament do shine.

* * * * * ‘ *

Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous,
God hath written in those stars above ;

But not less in the bright flowerets under us
Stand the revelation of His love.

Bright and glorious is that revelation,
Written all over this great world of ours;
Making evident our own creation,

In these stars of earth, these golden flowers.
* * * * * *

Everywhere about us they are glowing,
Some like stars, to tell us Spring is born;
Others, their blue eyes with tears o’erflowing,
Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn.

* * * * “ *

In all places then, and in all seasons,
Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings,
Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons,
. How akin they are to human things.

And with childlike, credulous affection
We behold their tender buds expand;
Emblems of. our own great resurrection,
Emblems of the bright and better land.

LONGFELLOW.
THE YOUNG DANDELION.
AM a bold fellow Drive me from garden
As ever was seen, - In anger and pride,
With my shield of yellow, Vl thrive and harden
In the grass green. — By the roadside.
You may uproot me Not a bit fearful,
From field and from lane Showing my face,
Trample me, cut me,— Always so cheerful,
spring up again. In every place.

Mrs. CRAIK.

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SPRING.

I all climates spring is beautiful. The birds begin to sing; they utter a few
joyful notes, and then wait for an answerin the silent woods. Those green-
coated musicians, the frogs, make holiday in the neighboring marshes. They,
too, belong to the orchestra of nature, whose vast theater is again opened,
though the doors have been so long bolted with icicles, and the scenery hung |
with snow and frost like cobwebs. This is the prelude which announces the
opening of the scene. Already the grass shoots forth, the waters leap with
thrilling force through the veins of the earth, the sap through the veins of the
plants and trees, and the blood through the veins of man. What a thrill of
delight in spring-time! What a joy in being and moving! Men are at work in
gardens, and in the air there is an odor of the fresh earth. The leaf-buds begin
to swell and blush. The white blossoms of the cherry hang upon the boughs
like snow-flakes; and ere long our next-door neighbor will be completely hidden
from us by the dense green foliage. The May-flowers open their soft blue eyes.
Children are let loose in the fields and gardens. They hold buttercups under
each other’s chins, to see if they love butter. And the little girls adorn them-
selves with chains and curls of dandelions; pull out the yellow leaves to see,
if the school-boy loves them, and blow the down from the leafless stalk, to
find out if their mothers want them at home. And at night so cloudless and so
still! Nota voice of living thing,— not a whisper of leaf or waving bough,—
not a breath of wind,— not a sound upon the earth or in the air! And over-
head bends the blue sky, dewy and soft, and radiant with innumerable stars
like the inverted bell of some blue flower, sprinkled with golden dust, and
breathing fragrance. Or, if the heavens are overcast, it is no wild storm of
wind and rain, but clouds that melt and fall in showers. One does not wish to
sleep, but lies awake to hear the pleasant sound of the dropping rain.
LONGFELLOW.

Stranger, these gloomy boughs
Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit,
His only visitants a straggling sheep,
The stone-chat, or the glancing sand-piper ;
And on these barren rocks, with fern and heath
And juniper and thistle sprinkled o’er,
Fixing his downcast eye, he many an hour
A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here
An emblem of his own unfruitful life ;
And, lifting up his head, he then would gaze
On the more distant scene — how lovely 'tis
Thou seest,— and he would gaze till it became
Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain
The beauty, still more beauteous.
WORDSWORTH.

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THE NATIONAL FLOWER.

YHEY have asked me to vote for a national flower ; —
Now, which will it be, I wonder!
To settle the question is out of my power;
But I’d rather not make a blunder.

And I love the Mayflower the best,— in May,—
Smiling up from its snow-drift-cover,

With its breath that is sweet as a kiss, to say
That the reign of winter is over.

And I love the Golden-rod, too,— for its gold ;
And because through autumn it lingers,
And offers more wealth than his hands can hold
To the grasp of the poor man’s fingers.

[ should like to vote for them both, if I might ;
But I do not feel positive whether
The flowers themselves would be neighborly quite ;—
Pink and yellow don’t go together.

O yes, but they do !— in the breezy wild rose,
The darlingest daughter of summer,

Whose heart with the sun’s yellow gold overflows,
And whose blushes so well become her.

Instead of one flower, I will vote for three:
The Mayflowers know that I mean them;

And the Golden-rod surely my choice will be,—
With the sweet Brier-rose between them.

You see I’m impartial. I've no way but this:
My vote, with a rhyme and a reason, -
For the Mayflower, the Wild Rose, and Golden-rod, is ; —
: A blossom for every season ! >
St. Nicholas, September, 1889. Lucy Larcom.

APRIL.

HEN April, one day, was asked whether
She cou/d make reliable weather,
She laughed till she cried,
And said ‘‘ Bless you, I’ve tried,
But the things will get mixed up together.”
St. Nicholas, May, 1889, JESSIE MCDERMOTT.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL,

BREATHINGS OF SPRING.

HAT wak’st thou, Spring >—sweet voices in the woods,
And reed-like echoes, that have long been mute ;
Thou bringest back, to fill the solitudes,
The lark’s clear pipe, the cuckoo’s viewless flute,
Whose tone seems breathing mournfulness or glee,
Even as our hearts may be.

And the leaves greet thee, Spring !— the joyous leaves,
Whose tremblings gladden many a copse and glade,
Where each young spray a rosy flush receives,
When thy south wind hath pierced the whispery shade,
And happy murmurs, running through the grass,
Tell that thy footsteps pass.

And the bright waters — they, too, hear thy call,
Spring, the awakener! thou hast burst their sleep !
Amidst the hollows of the rocks their fall
Makes melody, and in the forests deep.
Where sudden sparkles and blue gleams betray
Their windings to the day.

And flowers — the fairy-peopled world of flowers !
Thou from the dust hast set that glory free,
Coloring the cowslip with the sunny hours,
And penciling the wood-anemone:
Silent they seem ; yet each to thoughtful eye
Glows with mute poesy.

But what awak’st thou in the heart, O Spring !—
The human heart, with all its dreams and sighs?
Thou that giv’st back so many a buried thing,
Restorer of forgotten harmonies !
Fresh songs and scents break forth where’er thou art:
What wak’st thou in the heart ?

Too much, oh, there, too. much!—we know not well
Wherefore it should be thus; yet, roused by thee,

What fond, strange yearnings, from the soul’s deep cell,
Gush for the faces we no more may see !

How are we haunted, in thy wind’s low tone,

By voices that are gone!

Looks of familiar love, that never more
Never on earth, our aching eyes shall meet,
Past words of welcome to our household door,

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And vanished smiles, and sounds of parted feet-
Spring, midst the murmurs of thy flowering trees,
Why, why revivest thou these ?-

Vain longings for the dead !— why come they back
With thy young birds, and leaves, and living blooms?
O, is it not that from thine earthly track
’ Hope to thy world may look beyond the tombs ?
Yes, gentle Spring; no sorrow dims thine air,
Breathed by our loved ones there.
‘Mrs. HEMANS.

THE WONDERFUL TREE.

6 -NHERE'S a wonderful tree, a wonderful tree,
The happy children rejoice to see ;
Spreading its branches year by year,
It comes from the forest to flourish here.
And this wonderful tree, with its branches wide,
Is always blooming at Christmas-tide.

“°Tis not alone in the summer’s sheen,
Its boughs are broad and its leaves are green;
It blooms for us when the wild winds blow,
And earth is white with feathery snow.
And this wonderful tree, with its branches wide,
Bears many a gift at the Christmas-tide.

“ For a voice is telling its boughs among
Of the shepherds’ watch and angels’ song;
Of a holy Babe in a manger low,—
The beautiful story of long ago, —
When a radiant star threw its beams so wide
To herald the earliest Christmas-tide.

“ Then spread thy branches, wonderful tree,
And bring the pleasant thought to me
Of Him who came from His home above,

_ The richest gift of the Father’s love,
To show us how to spread far and wide
The joys of the holy Christmas-tide.”

___ Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to puta
soul into.
— BEECHER.

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

Written for the ‘‘Arsor Day ManvuaL”
THE TREE OF STATE.*

DEDICATED TO THE MAPLE.

MBLEM Tree of the Empire State!
E Thy virtues on this festal day
Cheerfully I commemorate,

And own allegiance to thy sway.
Deep-rooted in thy native soil,

Field of all my earlier toil,—

Sepulchre which holds in trust

For future time my kindred dust;
Play-ground of my childhood years,

Cradle of my loves, dreams, fears,—

The very dust is dear which creeps

About thy roots, and vigil keeps ;

And every fiber of thy growth ;
Endeared to me since early youth,

Grows dearer still while dreaming where

Magnolia blooms fill all the air.
* * * * *

I see thee now, before the storm king bending,
As I have seen thee oft and fled from under,
When lightning flashes scarce begun, scarce ending,
Their work have told in tones of fiercest thunder;
And thou wast beautiful and great,
O, Emblem Tree of the Empire State!

I see thee now, well rounded, calm and blending
Shades and touches by deft nature’s brush,
And o’er the whole the latest sunset lending
That strange soft something twixt a glow and flush,
Which holds entranced. E’en now I wait,
Loved Emblem Tree of the Empire State!

And lo! Behold! Two happy lovers straying
Draw near; while sympathetic moon beams stealing
Athwart their path, their earnestness betraying,
And all unconsciously their love revealing,
Are shadowed, with the pair who wait
"Neath thy dense shade, O Tree of State!

E’en merry urchins ’neath thy branches swinging,
Refresh themselves at thy o’erflowing fountain,
And praises loud in childish glee are ringing,
As one by one thy topmost branches mounting,
Each vies with each, O Tree of State!
While echoing hills reiterate.

* By a vote of those who participated in the Arbor Day exercises of 1889, in New York State, the Maple
was chosen as the State Tree.

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I see them now, thy garnered leaves adorning
The palace hall and hovel, vea the bier,
They turn the night of poverty to morning
And bring to gilded homes a touch of cheer,
And even death they decorate —
Thy leaves, O cherished Tree of State!

But words are sounding voids when hands are waiting
To set the royal seal of praise to-day;
And show a love enduring, unabating,
_ By planting thy dear rootlets by the way.
' Long live the Maple, grand and great!
“agh Proud Emblem Tree of the Empire State!
Augustine, Fla. ‘ Mrs. B. C. RuDE.

Written for the ‘‘ Arsor Day Manvat.”

CHILD AND TREE.

FOR A LITTLE CHILD’S RECITATION.

& like the tiny tree The tiny little tree
} _ The children plant to-day; Can never move a pace;
: _ And not to blame you see, But busy as a bee,
. For making no display. J flit from place to place.
a ae To grow we both have room; Because that I am free
4 4 And so we patient wait; — To study, and to know,
a And some day may become There’s more required of me,
An honor to the State. Than standing still to grow.

I move and bring things near,
The ¢~ce must stand and wait;
But each one in its sphere
C May grow both good and great.
falertown, N. Y. cere E. A. HOLBROOK.

The robin and the blue-bird, piping loud,
Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee;
The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud
Their race in holy writ should mentioned be;
And hungry crows assembled in a crowd,
Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly,
Knowing who hears the ravens’ cry, and said,
_ “Give us, O Lord, this day our daily bread!”
oe gets 38d LONGFELLOW.

162 ARBOR DAV MANUAL.

ELM VERSUS APPLE.

HE elm, in all the landscape green,
Is fairest of God’s stately trees:
She is a gracious-mannered queen
Full of soft bends and courtesies.

But though her slender shadows play
Their game of bo-peep on the grass,

The hot kine pause not on their way,
But panting to the thick oaks pass.

And though the robins go, as guests, |
To swing among the elm’s soft leaves,
When they would build their snug round nests
They choose the rough old apple-trees.

The apple has no sinuous arms,
No smooth obeisance in her ways;
She lacks the elm’s compliant charms,
Yet she commands my better praise.
* * ed * * *

Wide Awake, October, 1886. MAY RILEY SMITH.

BY SUMMER WOODS.

HE leafy city of the birds
Is quiet now in every street —
The little people all, have gone to sleep,
Up from the river come the herds,
With dripping mouths and lingering feet ;
And slowly earthward shades of evening creep.

The chzrr of insects fainter grows ;

The dusky bat his dungeon leaves,

And noiseless flits upon his nightly quest.
The flowers their dewy eyelids close ;

A lullaby the cricket weaves,

And ‘nature folds her hands in balmy rest.

So fades in gloom the summer day.

Oh! drearer now each leaf and blade,

And gentle band of beauty-haloed flowers!

For stains of blood they hide away,

In lonely glens and battle glade,

While peace and concord smile amid our bowers,
Hours at Home.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

A CHILD TO A ROSE.

ITE Rose, talk to me!
: I don’t know what to do.
Why do:you say no word to me

_____ Who say so much to you?
I'm bringing you a little rain
And I shall feel so proud
, when you feel it in your face,
‘You take me for a cloud.
I come so softly
. You cannot hear me walking ;
= I take you by surprise

I may catch you talking.

hite Rose, are you tired
Of staying in one place?
you ever wish to see
‘The wild flowers, face to face?
rou know the woodbines,

Have you any work to do
When you ve finished growing ?
Shall you teach your little buds
Pretty ways of blowing?

Do you ever go to sleep ?
Once I woke by night,
And looked out of the window:
And there you stood, moon-white,—
Moon-white in a mist of darkness,—
With never a word to say ;
But you seemed to move a little,
And then I ran away.

White Rose, do you love me?
I only wish you’d say.
I would work hard to please you
If I but knew the way.
I think you nearly perfect.
In spite of all your scorns;
But, White Rose, if I were you,
I wouldn’t have those thorns.

Canadians have conceived a very superstitious idea of this tree.
d the cross was made on which our Saviour was nailed, and that since the time

-LEGEND OF THE ASPEN.

They say that

crucifixion, its leaves have not ceased to tremble.—/ndian Sketches of P. DESMET.

: SR the forests of Judea
| Gayly early morning played,
nn SOme men came armed with axes

sed by many a tree majestic —
Cypress grove and olive wood,
ll they came wherein the thicket
Fair and 4 sisting the Aspen stood.

i “This wil serve,—we choose the Aspen,
For its stem is strong and high,

r the cross on which to-morrow

; Must a malefactor die.”

the airdid listening spirits

Shrink those men to hear and see,
with awful voice they whisper:
Jesus, ‘tis, of Galilee!” -

The Aspen heard them and she trembled —
Trembled at that fearful sound —

As they hewed her down and dragged her
Slowly from the forest ground.

On the morrow stood she trembling
At the awful weight she bore,

When the sun in midnight blackness
Darkened on Judea’s shore.

Still,— when not a breeze is Stirring,
When the mist sleeps on the hill,

And all other trees are moveless,
Stands she ever trembling still.

For in hush of noon or midnight
Still she seems that sight to see,

' Still she seems to hear that whisper;

** Jesus, ’tis; of Galilee!”

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

A SONG FOR MAY.

SONG for May, whose breath is sweet Above the hills the firmament

With blossoms growing at our feet ;
Her voice is heard in laughing rills
That ripple down the sunny hills,
O happy, happy May.
The robin in the Cherry tree
Is blithe as any bird can be ;
And bubbling from his silver throat,
His wordless songs of rapture float,
O happy, happy May.
Vick’s Magazine.

Bends down about us like a tent,
And we, O, fairy-footed May,
Are dwellers in your tents, to-day.

O happy, happy May.
Our hearts are glad with bird and bee
For what we feel and what we see ;
O, would that life and love, we say,
Might always keep its happy May,

Its happy, happy May.

EBEN E. REXFORD.

NATURE.

O plant, to build, whatever you intend,
To rear the column, or the arch to bend,

To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot,
In all, let Nature never be forgot
‘ He gains all points who pleasingly con-
founds,

Surprises, varies and conceals the bounds,
Consult the genius of the place in all ;
That helps the waters or to rise or fall ;
Or helps th’ ambitious hill the heavens to
_ scale,

Or scoops in circling theatres the vale ;

Calls in the country, catches opening glades;
Joins willing woods, and varies shades from
shades ;

* * * Now breaks, or now directs, th’ intending

lines ;
Paints as you plant and as you work de-
signs.
Still follow sense, of every art the soul ;
Parts answering parts shall slide intoa
whole,
Spontaneous beauties all around advance,
Start e’en from difficulty, strike from chance.
POPE,

ROBIN REDBREAST.

RETTY Robin Redbreast,
P Let me see inside your nest ;
Oh! the eggs, one, two, three—

Just as sweet as sweet can be.

I won’t touch them ; never fear,
I won’t let my breath come near,
If I did you’d leave your nest,
Pretty Robin Redbreast.
E. A. MATHERS.

If Jove would give the leafy bowers
A queen for all their world of flowers,
The rose would be the choice of Jove
And blush, the queen of every grove,
Gem, the vest of earth adorning,

Eye of gardens, light of lawns,

Nursling of soft summer dawns ;

Love’s own earliest sigh it breathes,

Beauty’s brow with lustre wreathes,

And to young Zephyr’s warm caresses,

Spreads abroad its verdant tresses.
CLODIA.

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THE SPRING TIME.

FOR A CLASS RECITATION.

m= )6=— CALL:
ARK! it is the spring time,

After winter’s cold blast
The merry spring to see.

r. _ First Girev:
___ All the birds are happy,

They must be tired of winter,

SECOND GIRL:

4 And see! the little flow’rs
Pop up their tiny heads;
-Buttercups and daisies

How happy should we be,

They seem to love to sing;

ii, And glad to see the spring-

Spring from their cosy beds.

THIRD GIRL:
Violets are blooming,
And honeysuckles too;
So the bees are happy,
As well as all of you,

FOURTH GIRL:
Soon, the grand old forest,
That has so long been bare,
Will send forth green branches
Out in the open air.

ALL:
Surely God does love us
To send us all these things,
And we, with our teacher,
Give thanks to Him in spring.
LILY RUTHERFORD.

| the snowing and the blowing,
In the cruel sleet,
Little flowers begin their growing,
__ Far beneath our feet.
Softly taps the spring, and cheerly,
, i “Darlings are you here?”
1 the answer, “ We are nearly,

_ Nearly ready, dear.”

EAR little birdie,
Up ina tree,

Sing a sweet song of
= Spring-time to me.
_ Sing of the sunshine,
____- Sing of the showers,
ng of the dewdrops,
_ Sing of the flowers:

SPRING.

“ Where is winter, with his snowing?
- Tell us spring,” they say.

Then she answers, “ He is going,
Going on his way.

Poor old winter does not love you ;
But his time is past;

Soon my birds shall sing above you,
Set you free at last.”

Mrs. M. M. DODGE.

LITTLE BIRDIE.

FOR A LITTLE ONE,

Then when winter comes
Back with its snow,

And the cold winds
Through the trees blow

If you, dear birdie, will
Back to me come,

I'll see that you never
Shall want for a crumb.

166 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

ROBIN REDBREAST’S SECRET.

’M a little Robin Redbreast ;

| My nest is in a tree ;

If you look up in yonder elm,
My pleasant home you'll see.

We made it very soft and nice,—
My pretty mate and I,—

And all the time we worked at it
We sang most merrily.

The green leaves shade our lovely home
From the hot, scorching sun ;

So many birds live in the tree,
We do not want for fun.

The light breeze gently rocks our nest,
And hushes us to sleep ;

We’re up betimes to sing our song,
And the first daylight greet.

I have a secret I would like
The little girls to know;
But I won’t tell a single boy—
They rob the poor birds so!
We have four pretty little eggs;
We watch them with great care ,
Full twenty nests are in this wood—
Don’t tell the boys they’re there !

Joe Thomson robbed my nest last year,
And year before,— Tom Brown;
I'l] tell it loud as I can sing
To every one in town.
Swallow and sparrow, lark and thrush,
Will tell you just the same ; .
To make us all so sorrowful,
Is just a wicked shame.

O, did you hear the concert
This morning from our tree?
We give it every morning
Just as the clock strikes three.
We praise our great Creator,
Whose holy love we share :
Dear children, learn to praise Him, too.
For all His tender care.

JOY OF SPRING.

OR lo! no sooner has the cold withdrawn,

Than the bright elm is tufted on the lawn ;
The merry sap has run up in the bowers,
And burst the windows of the buds in flowers ;
With song the bosoms of the birds run o’er,
The cuckoo calls, the swallow’s at the door,
And apple-trees at noon, with bees alive,
Burn with the golden chorus of the hive.
Now all these sweets, these sounds, this vernal blaze,
Is but one joy, expressed a thousand ways:
And honey from the flowers, and song from birds,
Are from the poet’s pen his overflowing words.

LEIGH HUNT.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 167

THE BIRDS AND THE CHILDREN.

LITTLE brown birdie sat up in a tree
And hid his head under his wing.
He was just as sad as a birdie could be,
And not one sweet song did he sing.

*“ Oh, Birdie, come tell us why you are so sad,
We, children, want to hear you sing.
Have you done something ever and ever so bad,
That you hide your head under your wing?

“Did you snatch something nice from your sister or brother,
Like some naughty children, we know?
Did you fly far away, when told by your mother
That but a short way you could go?”

The Birdie from under his wing took his head,
And looked at the children below.
“J have not been naughty at all,” then he said,
*T’ll tell you why I'm mourning so.

“A bright, handsome bluejay just flew past this tree,
And laughed at my rusty, brown coat; _
And if I’m so homely as he said, you see,
There’s no use in singing a note.

“ For no one will care for a homely bird’s song,
And I'd better not sing any more.”
Then all the children said, ‘‘ Birdie, you’re wrong,
We've been told by wise folks o’er and o’er,

“That fine feathers only don’t make a fine bird.
Jays cannot sing sweetly like you.
They look well who do well, we often have heard,
And, Birdie, we’re sure it is true.

>

“So sing to us now,— sing your very best song!
We'll stay here and listen to you.”
Then the bird for the children sang sweetly and long,—
Sang all the nice songs that he knew.
E. T. SULLIVAN.

THE OAK.
HE tall oak, towering to the skies, O’erwhelmed at length upon the plain,
: The fury of the wind defies, It puts forth wings and sweeps the main ;
From age to age in virtue strong, - The self-same foe undaunted braves,
nure | to stand and suffer wrong. And fights the wind upon the waves.

a JAMES MONTGOMERY.

168 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE PINE TREE ACADEMY.

LL the birdies went to school,
A In a pine tree, dark and cool,
At its foot a brook was flowing,
The teacher was a crow,
And what he did not know,
You may be sure was not worth knowing.

Their satchels are hanging up tidy and neat,
They smooth down their feathers and wipe off their feet,
While the wind through the tree-tops goes creeping.
“ Speak up loud”’ says the crow,
“T can’t hear, as you know,
While the branches are swaying and creaking.”

They are taught the very best way to fly,
To catch the insect that goes buzzing by;
How to cock the head when beginning to sing.
“T’ve a cold,” says the crow,
“Or else 1 would show,
How the nightingale does when she makes the woods ring.”

The books are made of maple leaves,
For paper, bark from white-birch trees,
And for pencil each uses a stick.
“ When you write,” says the crow,
“ Be both careful and slow,
Make your letters look graceful, not thick.”

Every birdie builds a nest,

In the place each thinks the best,

While the teacher gives good sound advice.
“ All the stocks,” says the crow,
“You must lay in a row

Before using one, look at it twice.”

All at once, with a cold blast
The rain comes falling, thick and fast,
While the old pine tree groans in the gale.
“School is closed,” says the crow,
“You must all quickly go,
But to-morrow, come back without fail.”
V. E. SCHARFF.

a a,

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 169

THE SEASONS.

With its buds and blossoms and flowers,
With bluebirds and robins that sing their sweet songs,
And the soft, mild, April showers.

0 THE Spring! the beautiful Spring!

I like best the Summer, the long June days,
To sit in the deep cool shade,

To see the grain ripening, the flowers turn to fruit,
On each hillside, valley and glade.

Girls always rave of flowers and bowers,
' And of the beauties of Spring,
But give me the Autumn, the glorious fall,
And all the pleasures it brings ;
With corn-stalk fiddles, fruits and nuts,
And a hunt in the woods, sere and brown;
With pumpkins for jack-lights,-
To frighten on dark nights,
And shaking the ripe apples down.

No Spring, no Summer, no Autumn for me,
But Winter, the grandest of all,

When Jack-frost and Santa Claus travel around,
And kindly gives each a call.

Coasting and skating in the keen, cold air,

Is the very best think to banish care.

Spring and Summer, Winter and Fall,
The best of the seasons is, them all.
We would tire of Spring, if no Summer came.
We would tire of Summer if it came to remain.
We would tire of Autumn if it came to stay.
We would tire of Winter e’er it passed away.
The year is complete, God made it so,
With bud and blossom, fruit and snow.
KATIE DOUGLAS WALSTER.

OUR DUTY HERE.

THAT is our duty here? To tend And so to live, that, when the sun

_ V¥_ From good to better,—thence tobest; Of our existence sinks in night,
” Grateful to drink life’s cup,—then bend Memorials sweet of mercies done
. to our bed of rest; May shrine our names in memory’s light;
B To pluck the flowers that round us blow, And the blest seeds we scattered bloom
- Scattering our fragrance as we go. A hundred-fold in days to come.

Sir J. Bowrine.

170 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

AGE OF TREES.

AN counts his life by years; the oak, by centuries. At one hundred years

of age the tree is but a sapling ; at five hundred it is mature and strong;

at six hundred the gigantic king of the greenwood begins to feel the touch of

time: but the decline is as slow as the growth was, and the sturdy old tree rears

its proud head and reckoned centuries of old age just as it reckoned centuries
of youth.

It has been said that the patriarchs of the forest laugh at history. Is it not
true? Perhaps, when the balmy zephyrs stir the trees, the leaves whisper
strange stories to one another. The oaks and the pines, and their brethren of
the wood, have seen so many suns rise and set, so many seasons come and go,
and so many generations pass into silence, that we may well wonder what the
“story of the trees” would be to us if they had tongues to tell it, or we ears fine
enough to understand.

“ The king of white-oak trees,” says a letter-writer in this good year 1883, “has
been chopped down and taken to the saw-mill. It was five hundred twenty-
five years old, and made six twelve-foot logs, the first one being six feet in
diameter and weighing seven tons.” What a giant that Ohio oak tree must
have been, and what changes in this land of ours it must have witnessed! It
looked upon the forest when the red man ruled there alone; it was more than
a century old when Columbus landed in the new world; and to that good age
it added nearly four centuries before the axe of the woodman laid it low.

Yet, venerable as this “king of the white-oak trees’”’ was, it was but an in-
fant, compared with other monarchs of the western solitudes. One California
pine, cut down about 1855, was, according to very good authority, eleven hundred
twenty years old; and many of its neighbors in its native grove are no less
ancient than it was. Who shall presume, then, to fix the age of the hoary trees
that still rear their stalwart frames in the unexplored depths of the American
wilderness ?

In England there are still in existence many trees that serve to link the fgr-
off past with the living present. Some of them were witnesses of the fierce
struggles between Norman and Saxon when William the Conqueror planted
his standard — ‘‘the three-bannered lions of Normandy old” — upon English
soil. Then there is the King’s Oak, at Windsor, which, tradition informs us,
was a great favorite with William when that bold Norman first inclosed the
forest for a royal hunting-ground. i

The Conquerer loved to sit in the shade of the lofty, spreading tree and muse
—upon what? Who knows what fancies filled his brain, what feelings stirred
his proud spirit, what memories, what regrets, thrilled his heart, as he sat there
in the solitude ? Over eight hundred years have rolled away since the Norman
usurper fought the sturdy Saxon, and, for conquerer as for conquered, life and
its ambitions and its pangs ended long ago; but the mighty oak, whose green-
ness and beauty were a delight to the Conqueror, still stands in Windsor forest.
Eight centuries ago its royal master saw it a ‘‘ goodly tree.” How old is it
now?

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 17!

Older even than this are the oaks near Croydon, nine miles south of London,
If the botanist may judge by the usual evidences of age, these trees saw the
glitter of the Roman spears as the Icgions of the Empire wound their way
through the forest-paths or in the green open spaces in the woodland. Now,
the Roman legions left Britain fourteen centuries ago, having been summoned
home to Rome because the Empire was in danger,—in fact, was hastening to
its fall. Have fourteen centuries spared these oaks at Croydon?

There is a famous yew that must not go without notice in our record of
ancient trees. This venerable tree stands in its native field, ever green and
enduring, as if the years had forgotten it. Yet it was two centuries old when,
in the adjacent meadow, King John signed Magna Charta. If we bear in mind
that in 1215 the stout English barons compelled their wicked king to sign the
Great Charter, protecting the rights of his subjects, we may conclude that this
patriarch yew is at least eight hundred fifty years old.

The Pariiament Oak — so called because it is said that Edward I, who ruled
England from 1272 to 1307, once held a parliament under its branches — is be-
lieved to be fifteen hundred years old. If Fine-Ear of the fairy tale could come
and translate for us the whispers of these ancient English trees, and tell us ever
so little of what the stately monarchs of the wood have seen, what new histories
might be written, what old chronicles reversed!

On the mountains of Lebanon a few of the cedars famous in sacred and in
profane history yet remain. One of these relics of the past has been estimated

_ to be three thousand five hundred years old. The patriarchs of the English

forests cannot, then, so far as age is considered, claim equal rank with the
“cedars of Lebanon.” But the baobab, or “monkey-bread,” of Senegal must
take the first rank among long-lived trees. Even the “ goodly trees ” of Lebanon
must, if ordinary proofs can be trusted, yield the palm to their African rival.
_ An eminent French botanist of the eighteenth century, whose discoveries in
natural history are of great interest to the world of science, lived some years in
Senegal, and had ample opportunity to observe and study the wonderful baobab-
He saw several trees of this species growing, and from the most careful calcula-
tions he formed his opinion as to the age of some of these African wonders.
One baobab, which even in its decay measured one hundred and nine feet in

_ Circumference, he believed to be more than five thousand years old. Truly,

the patriarchs of the forest laugh at history.

THE HEMLOCK TREE.

HEMLOCK tree! O hemlock tree! how faithful are thy branches!
Green not alone in summer time
But in the winter’s frost and rime!
O hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! how faithful are thy branches.

+ * * x * * *

From the German. - LONGFELLOW.

172 3 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

MAY TO APRIL.

ITHOUT your showers,
W I breed no flowers,
Each field a barren waste appears;
If you don’t weep,

My blossoms sleep,
They take such pleasure in your tears.

As your decay
Made room for May,
So I must part with all that’s mine,
My balmy breeze,
My blooming trees,
To torrid suns their sweets resign.

For April dead
My shade I spread,

To her I owe my dress so gay;

Of daughters three
It falls on me

To close our triumphs on one day.

Thus to repose
All nature goes;
Month after month must find its doom,
Time on the wing,
May ends the spring,

And summer frolics o’er her tomb.

PHILIP FRENEAU.

THE FLOWER.

NCE in a golden hour
@ I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,

The people said a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro’ my garden-bower,
And muttering discontent,
Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o’er the wall
Stole the seed by night.

Sow’d it!far and wide

By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,

‘*« Splendid is the flower.”

Read my little fable;
He that runs may read,
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor, indeed;
And now again. the people
Call it but a weed.
TENNYSON,

BIRD TRADES.

HE swallow is a mason,
We And underneath the eaves
He builds a nest and plasters it
With mud and hay and leaves.

Of all the weavers that I know,
The oriole is the best ;

High on the branches of the tree
She hangs her cosy nest.

The woodpecker is hard at work —"
A carpenter is he —

And you may hear him hammering
His nest high up a tree.

Some little birds are miners;
Some build upon the ground;

And busy little tailors too,
Among the birds are found,

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 173

THE LEAVES.

ONG ago, when violets were blooming,
And the sunbeams said, “’Tis merry May,”

We came, young leaves, to these bowers

O! gaily passed the happy hours away.
Singing, dancing, waving, glancing,

Now whisp’ring to the birds sweet things we know,
Now leaning from low-bending-branches

To kiss the tender grasses just below.

When the storm cloud came, and the daisies
Lowly bent their dainty heads for fear,
We prayed while we sheltered the wild birds,
“QO! angry cloud, pray bring no danger here.”
Now we listen, never moving,
E’en the grasses’ whispering dies away ;
Now the thunder crashes above us
O! angry cloud, is this your answer, say ?

Hurrah! ’tis only pattering raindrops,
Here and there we nod to greet them from our tree.
They are coming now by the millions,
Ha! ha! we'll frolic with them merrily.
Dancing, dancing, waving, glancing,
O! friendly cloud, we thank you for the rain;
See we're each one covered with jewels,
Hurrah ! here is the sunshine back again.

Summer joys, thou art gone; with the flowers
That blossomed in our shadows, frail and fair;
And we sigh, for our bright hues are fading,
While autumn’s mournful music fills the air.
Now we're falling, gently falling,
Down among the grasses sere and brown,
We shall cover the graves of the flowers
While the paling sun in pity glances down.

There scattered oft, the earliest of the year

By hands unseen, are showers of violets found;
The redbreast loves to build and warble there,

And little footsteps lightly print the ground.

GRAY's Elegy.
___ This verse was struck out in later editions of the poem by the spe sacri-
4 pacive a beautiful thought to the symmetry of the poem.

174 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

CHORUS OF THE FLOWERS.

FOR A CLASS EXERCISE.

CHORUS:
E are the little flowers,
Coming with the spring;
If you listen closely

Sometimes you'll hear us sing.

THE HONEYSUCKLE (RED):
lam the honeysuckle,
With my drooping head;
And early in the spring time
I don my dress of red.
I grow in quiet woodlands,

Beneath some budding tree; .

So when you take a ramble
Just look for me.

CHORUS:
We are the little flowers, etc.

THE DANDELION (YELLOW):

T am the dandelion,
Yellow’as you see,

And when the children see me
They shout for glee.

I grow by every wayside,
And when I’ve had my day —

I spread my wings so silvery
And fly away.

CHORUS:
We are the little flowers, etc.

THE NASTURTIUM (ORANGE):

Iam the gay nasturtium,

I bloom in gardens fine,
Among the grander flowers

My slender stalk I twine.
Bright orange is my color —

The eyes of all to please —
I have a tube of honey

For all the bees.

CHORUS:
We are the little flowers, etc.

THE FORGET-ME-NOT (BLUE):

When God made all the flowers,
He gave each one a name,

And, when the others all had gone,
A little blue one came.

And said in trembling whisper,
‘*My name has been forgot.”

Then the good Father called her,
‘¢ Forget-me-not.”

CHORUS:
We are the little flowers, etc,

THE FERN (GREEN):
A fern the people call me,
I’m always clothed in green,
I live in every forest ;
You’ve seen me oft, I ween.
Sometimes I leave the shadow
To grow beside the way,
You'll see me as you pass
Some nice fine day.

CHORUS:
We are the little flowers, etc.

THE VIOLET (PURPLE):

Jam the little violet ;

In my purple dress,
I hide myself so safely,

That you’d never guess
There was a flower so near you
Nestling at your feet;
And that’s why I send you

My fragrance sweet.

CHORUS:
We are the little flowers, etc.
Lucy WHEELOCK.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 175

THE CUNNING OLD CROW.

N the limb of an oak sat a cunning old crow,
And chatted away with glee,
% ; As he saw the old farmer go out to sow,

: And he cried, “‘It’s all for me!
y “ Look, look, how he scatters his seeds around ;
iD How wonderfully kind to the poor!

If he’d empty it down in a pile on the ground,
I could find it much better, I’m sure!

“ T’ve learned all the tricks of this wonderful man,
Who has such regard for the crow

That he lays out his grounds in a regular plan,

TE And covers his corn in a row.

“ He must have a very great fancy for me;
He tries to entrap me enough,

But I measure his distance as well as he,
And when he comes near, I’m off.”

THE SEASONS.

HAT does it mean when the blue bird flies
Away o’er the hills, singing sweet and clear ?

When violets peep through the blades of grass ?

These are the signs that Spring time is here.

What does it mean when the plums are ripe ?
And butterflies flit and honey bees hum ?

When cattle stand under the shady trees ?
These are the signs that Summer is here.

What does it mean when the crickets chirp,
And off to the south-land the wild geese steer?
When apples are falling and nuts are brown ?
These are the signs that Autumn is here.

What does it mean when the days are short ?
When leaves are all gone, and the brooks are dumb?
When meadows are white with the drifting snow ?
These are the signs that Winter has come.
M. E. N. HATHEWAY.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

HYMN TO THE FLOWERS.

INT EATH cloister’d bough each floral bell that swingeth
And tolls its perfume on the passing air,
Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth
A call to prayer.

Not to those domes where crumbling arch and column
Attest the feebleness of mortal hand,

But to that fane most catholic and solemn,
Which God hath planned;

To that cathedral boundless as our wonder,

Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply:
Its choir, the wind and waves; its organ, thunder;

Its dome, the sky.

There, as in solitude and shade, I wander

Through the lone aisles, or stretched upon the sod,
Awed by the silence, reverently ponder

The ways of God.

Your voiceless lips, O flowers! are living preachers ;
Each cup a pulpit, and each leaf a book;
Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers,
In loneliest nook.
HORACE SMITH,

THE TREE.

HE tree’s early leaf-buds were bursting their brown.
“ Shall I take them away?” said the frost sweeping down.
“No; leave them alone
Till the blossoms have grown,”
Prayed the tree, while he trembled from rootlet to crown.

The tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung.
“Shall I take them away ?” said the wind as he swung.
‘“No; leave them alone
Till the berries have grown,”
Said the tree, while his leaflets quivering hung.

The tree bore his fruit in the midsummer glow.
Said the child, ‘May I gather thy berries now ?”
“Yes; all thou canst see ;
Take them; all are for thee,”
Said the tree, while he bent down his laden boughs low.
BJORNSTJERNE BJORNSON.

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bud will soon become a flower, The sun and rain will ripen fast
> flower become a seed : Each seed that thou hast sown—
, O youth ! the present hour,— And every act and word at last

that thou hast most need. By its own fruit be known.

ry best always — do it now — And soon the harvest of thy toil
°o ,in the present time, Rejoicing, thou shalt reap ;
| the furrows of a plow Or o'er thy wild, neglected soil
‘all seeds of good or crime. 5 Go forth in shame to weep.

SPRING.
THE alder by the river And buttercups are coming,
Shakes out her powdery curls; And scarlet columbine ;
he willow buds in silver And in the sunny meadows
Bu For little boys and girls. The dandelions shine.
Th e little birds fly over, : . And just as many daisies
_ And, oh, how sweet they sing ! As their soft hands can hold,
tell the happy children The little ones may gather,
___ That once again ’tis spring. All fair in white and gold.
_ The gay green grass comes creeping Here blows the warm red clover,
__ So soft beneath their feet ; There peeps the violet blue;
_ The frogs begin to ripple O happy little children !
fe” A music clear and sweet. ~ God made them all for you.

CELIA THAXTER.

GOOD-BY, WINTER!

ng Winter off to sea ; Sometime, we hope, you'll come again;
:s of ice, all packed and ready, But here is Spring, in such a flurry,
> standing under every tree. Keeping back her stores of rain.

TCO: , well aired and shaken, Well, he’s off! The brooks have started !
Piating foom sock dripping bough ; Now the birds can come and sing,
ha stayed till overtaken, So welcome to the happy-hearted,

“ged is right upon him now ! Laughing, budding, genial Spring.
Sivas 23: C. S. STONE.

I 78 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

“A SOUL IN GRASS AND FLOWERS.”

ND what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays:

Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
And instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And grasping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;

The flush of life may well be seen

Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,

The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there’s never a leaf or a blade too mean

To be some happy creature’s palace ;
% - * * * * *

Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,
We are happy now because God so wills it;

No matter how barren the past may have been, |
‘Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green;
We sit in the warm shade and feel right well
How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell ; |
We may shut our eyes but we cannot help knowing |
That skies are clear and grass is growing ; |
The breeze comes whispering in our ear,

That dandelions are blossoming near,

That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing,
That the river is bluer than the sky,

That the robin is plastering his house hard by;
And if the breeze kept the good news back, _

For other couriers we should not lack.
* * * co * *

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how;
Every thing is happy now,
Every thing is upward striving ;
’Tis as easy now for the heart to be true
As for grass to be green, or skies to be blue,—
’Tis the natural way of living.
* * * * ~ *

LoWELL’s Vston of Sir Launfadl.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. I 79
THE LODGE.
* * * * * *

T was a lodge of ample size,
But strange of structure and device;
Of such materials as around
The workman’s hand had readiest found.
Lopped off their boughs, their hoar trunks bared,
And by the hatchet rudely squared, ‘
To give the walls their destined height,
The sturdy oak and ash unite ;
While moss and clay and leaves combined
To fence each crevice from the wind.
The lighter pine trees overhead
Their slender length for rafters spread,
And withered heath and rushes dry
Supplied a russet canopy.
Due westward, fronting to the green,
A rural portico was seen,
_ Aloft on native pillars borne,
Of mountain fir with bark unshorn,
Where Ellen’s hand had taught to twine
The ivy and Idaean vine,
The clematis, the favored flower
Which boasts the name of virgin bower,
And every hardy plant could bear
Lock Katrine’s keen and searching air.
Scott's Lady of the Lake —The Chase.

.

A FEW OLD PROVERBS.

S¢ 1 F the Oak is out before the Ash,
Twill be a summer of wet and splash;
But if the Ash is out before the Oak,
*T will be a summer of fire and smoke.’

“When the Hawthorn bloom too early shows,
_ We shall have still many snows.”

“When the Oak puts on his goslings grey
‘Tis time to sow barley night or day.”

“When Elm leaves are big as a shilling,
Plant kidney beans if you are willing;
When Elm leaves are as big as a penny,
You must plant beans if you wish to have any.”

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OLD-FASHIONED FLOWERS.

HERE are the sweet old-fashioned posies, Morning-glories, tints of purple

Quaint in form and bright in hue,
Such as grandma gave her lovers,
When she walked the garden through ?

Lavender, with spikes of azure,
Pointing to the dome on high,

Telling thus whence came its color,
Thanking with its breath the sky.

Four-o’clock, with heart unfolding,
When the loving sun had gone,

Streak and stain of running crimson,
Like the light of early dawn.

Regal lilies, many petaled,
Like the curling drifts of snow, °
With their crown of golden antlers
Poised on malachite below.

Stretched on tints of creamy white,
Folding up their satin curtains
Inward through the dewy night.

Marigold, with coat of velvet,
Streaked with gold and yellow lace,
With its love for summer sunlight
Written on its honest face.

Dainty pink, with feathered petals,
Tinted, curled and deeply frayed,
With its calyx heart half broken,

On its leaves uplifted laid.
* * * * *

Will the modern florist’s triumph
Look so fair or smell so sweet,
As those dear old-fashioned posies,
Blooming round our grandma’s feet?
ETHEL LYNN,

A MAY SONG.

FOR A LITTLE ONE.

MERRY little maiden
A In the merry month of May,
Came tripping o’er the meadow
As she sang this merry lay:

“T’m a merry little maiden,
My heart is light and gay,
And I love the sunny weather
In the merry month of May.

“1 love the little birdies
That sport along my way,
And sing their sweet and merry songs
In the merry month of May.

“T love my little sisters
And my brothers every day;
But I seem to love them better
In the merry month of May.”

MERRY SPRING.

ERRY spring,
Will you bring
Back the little birds to sing?
I am sad;
Make me glad,
Gentle, merry, laughing spring.

Winter’s snow
Had to go
From the hills and vales below;
Then the showers
Made the flowers
Over all the hillsides grow.

Mother said,
“ They’re not dead
Only sleeping in their bed;
When spring rain
Comes again,
Each one lifts its tiny head.’

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SPRING IS COMING.

O ! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear upon the earth;
The time of the singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle is heard in the land.
Song of Solomon.
Spring is coming! Spring is coming!
Birds are chirping, insects humming;
_ Flowers are peeping from their sleeping ;
Streams, escaped from winter's keeping,
In delighted freedom rushing,
Dance along in music gushing.

The pleasant spring is here again;
Its voice is in the trees;

It smiles from every sunny glen,
It whispers in the breeze.

Allis beauty, all is mirth,
All is glory on the earth.
Shout we then, with nature’s voice,
Welcome, spring! rejoice, rejoice !

AUTUMN LEAVES.

THOU who bearest on thy thoughtful face
The wearied calm that follows after grief,
See how the autumn guides each loosened leaf
To sure repose in its own sheltered place.
_Ah, not forever whirl they in the race
Of wild forlornness round the gathered sheaf,
Or hurrying onward, in a rapture brief,
Spin o’er the moorlands into trackless space!
Some hollow captures each; some sheltering wall
Arrests the wanderer on its aimless way;
The autumn’s pensive beauty needs them all,

And winter finds them warm, though sere and gray,
They nurse young blossoms for the spring’s sweet call,
a And shield new leaflets for the burst of May.
tur , 1888. THomMaAs W. HIGGINSON.

‘Tis education forms the common mind;

Just as the twig is bent the tree’s inclined.
; Pope.

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A FLOCK OF BIRDS.

FOR A CLASS OF LITTLE ONES.
(The pupils who recite should wear appropriate colors.)

FIRST PUPIL:

AM a bluebird ; on branches bare
| I love to sway like a blossom fair,
And sing to people tired of snow
The prettiest songs of spring-time I know.

SECOND PUPIL:

Iam a robin ‘‘To wortle, tu whit!”

Do I mind the cold weather? no not a bit.
Gayly I’ll carol and loudly shout

Till I coax the leaves and the blossoms out.

THIRD PUPIL (YELLOW BIRD):

My color is like the buttercups;

I love to dance where the wild bee sups,
I know I’ve not much of a voice to sing
But I carry a sunbeam on either wing.

FOURTH PUPIL:

I’m a jolly old crow, I’d have you know,
I’ve sung ever since I was born;

And as for farming, I can beat
The smartest at hoeing the corn ;

You don’t think much of my music ?
That’s as much as some people know.

What sound is there in this noisy world
So sweet as the song of a crow?

FIFTH PUPIL:

I’m the oriole ; see how gaily I’m dressed,

For me the blossoming orchard is best.
Oh May is sweet, and I am sweet,

And the apple blossoms here at my feet.

SIXTH PUPIL:

I’m brisk little Robert of Lincoln!
My heart is so full and so gay
That I sing as fast as ever I can,
In the meadow-lands, all day.
I love the tall lithe grasses
And the daisies,— the dear little things

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They pay the best attention
To all a birdie sings.

Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, I’m glad, bob-o-link!
The brook says I’m pretty,

Now what do you think ?

THREE OR MORE PUPILS:

We're the cat birds and whip-poor-wills, but we'll not tell
The secrets we've learned in the shaded dell.

ALL (SINGING OR RECITING):

Come out, boys and girls, and we’ll sing you a song;
Come early; we sing in the morning
When the spirits of sunrise with colors rare
Are sky and hilltops adorning.
ANNIE CHASE.

EFFECTS OF SPRING.

HE great sun,

Scattering the clouds with a resistless smile,
Came forth to do thee homage; a sweet hymn
Was by the low winds chanted in the sky;

And when thy feet descended on the earth,

Scarce could they move amid the clustering flowers
By nature strewn o’er valley, hill and field,

To hail her blessed deliverer! Ye fair trees,

How are ye changed, and changing while I gaze!

It seems as if some gleam of verdant light

Fell on you from a rainbow ; but it lives

Amid your tendrils, brightening every hour

Into a deeper radiance. Ye sweet birds,

Were you asleep through all the wintry hours,
Beneath the waters, or in mossy caves?

Yet are ye not,

Sporting in tree and air, more beautiful

Than the young lambs, that, from the valley side,
Send a soft bleating like an infant's voice,

Half happy, half afraid! O blessed things!

At sight of this your perfect innocence,

The sterner thoughts of manhood melt away

Into a mood as mild as woman’s dreams.

WILSON.

“He that goes barefoot must not plant thorns.”

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ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL.

LL things bright and beautiful The purple-headed mountain,
A All creatures great and small, The river, running by,

All things wise and wonderful,— The morning, and the sunset
The Lord God made them all. That lighteth up the sky.
Each little flower that opens, The tall trees in the green wood,

Each little bird that sings, The pleasant summer sun,
He made their glowing colors, The ripe fruits in the garden,—
He made their tiny wings. He made them, every one.

He gave us eyes to see them,

And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,

Who hath made all things well.

C. F. ALEXANDER.

SING A SONG TO ME.

FOR FOUR LITTLE PUPILS.

ITTLE robin in the tree Tiny tomtit in the hedge,
L Sing a song to me. ; Sing a song to me.
Sing about the roses Sing about the mountain,
On the garden wall, Sing aboat the sea,
Sing about the birdies Sing about the steamboats —
On the tree-top tall. Ts there one for me?
Little lark up in the sky Sooty blackbird in the field,
Sing a song to me. Sing a song to me.
Sing about the cloud-land, Sing about the farmer,
Far off in the sky; Planting corn and beans,
When you go there calling, Sing about the harvest —
Do your children cry? I know what that means.

SPRING SONG.

ARK, the robins sweetly sing, White and cold the winter's snow,
H List, and hear the bluebirds ring, Loud and rough north winds did blow,
Little May-flowers, swinging low, But beneath our blanket white,
Your pale faces to and fro, Slept we through the wintry night.
Whispering softly, ‘‘ Come and see, Till we heard the robins sing,
We the children’s friend will be. Whispered we, ‘‘It is the spring,”
Close beside the sheltering grass, And we op’ed our sleepy eyes,
Stoop and pluck us as ye pass.” For the children’s glad surprise.

Jessie Norton.

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VOICES OF THE NIGHT.

LEASANT it was, when woods were green,
And winds were soft and low,
To lie amid some sylvan scene,
Where, the long drooping boughs between,
Shadows dark and sunlight sheen _
Alternate come and go.

Or where the denser grove receives
No sunlight from above,

But the dark foliage interweaves

In one unbroken roof of leaves,

Underneath whose sloping eaves
The shadows hardly move.

Beneath some patriarchal tree
I lay upon the ground:
His hoary arms uplifted be,
And all the broad leaves over me
Clapped their little hands in glee,

With one continuous sound.
* ~ * * *

The green trees whispered low and mild
It was a sound of joy!
They were my playmates when a child,
And rocked me in their arms so wild!
Still they looked at me and smiled,
As if I were a boy;

And ever whispered, mild and low,
“Come, be a child once more!” he
And waved their long arms to and fro, ~
And beckoned solemnly and slow ;
O, I could not choose but go
Into the woodland’s hoar,—

Into the blithe and breathing air
Into the solemn wood,
Solemn and silent everywhere !
Nature with folded hands seemed there,
Kneeling at her evening prayer!
Like one in prayer I stood.

Before me rose an avenue

Of tail and sombrous pines ;
Abroad their fan-like branches grew,
And, where the sunshine darted through,
Spread a vapor soft and blue,
_ In long and sloping lines.

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And, falling on my weary brain,
Like a fast-falling shower,
The dreams of youth came back again,
Low lispings of the summer rain,
Dropping on the ripened grain
As once upon the flower.
* ee * + *
LONGFELLOW.

MAY.

AIL May! with fair queen and May-pole,
Your sweet-scented garlands unroll,
Hail spring-time! dear queen of the seasons,
You all of the others control.

The crocuses dance first to meet you

From the dazzle of snow’s icy sheen:
Then springs up the dainty arbutus

From under its dead brown-leaf screen.

And listen! a sound of sweet music
Steals into the school-room to-day,

Tis the song of gay robin and blue-bird,
In the meadows and woodlands, away.

But listen again! happy children

Are singing of spring, lovely spring ;
Of all of her many bright blessings,

The beauty and joy she may bring.

Now what can we do for our spring-time
That has been so kind to us all;

Who gives the earth all of her beauty
And music of birds great and small?

We will be so kind to our playmates —

There will ne’er be heard cross word or cry;
And to do the will of our teacher,

And our heavenly Master, we'll try.

Blessed be God for flowers !

For the bright, gentle, holy thoughts, that breathe
From out their odorous beauty, like a wreath

Of sunshine on life’s hours!
Mrs. CHARLES TINSLEY.

Copyright, 1889, by “‘ Garden and Forest.”

THE PURPLE BEECH.

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THE PURPLE BEECH.

HE large purple beech at Waltham, of which an illustration appears upon
another page, is no doubt one of the finest individuals of this variety planted
in the United States. Downing, who was familiar with the Lyman Place,
does not, however, mention it in his “ Landscape Gardening,” written forty or
_. fifty years ago; and it is probable that the specimen which was growing at that
_ time at Throgg’s Neck, in Westchester county, and which Downing declared
__ was the finest in the United States, is now, if still alive, much larger than the
_ Waltham tree, which has lost a good deal from overcrowding and from the
a _ garden wall built close to the trunk, which has destroyed the lower branches.
_ There is no tree which demands more room for free development than the
beech; and a beech, standing on a lawn or in a garden, on which there are no
lower branches to sweep down to the turf, has lost a large part of the charac-
teristic beauty which makes it valuable. The stem of the beech, it is true
___ especially of the American species, has great beauty and a charm peculiar to
___ itself, but it is in the wood or in the forest that this beauty should be seen and
_ admired; and beeches should not be planted in ornamental grounds where
_ light and space cannot be afforded them for full and unchecked growth in every
direction.
____ The purple beech is a tree of much interest apart from its undoubted value for
5 oe ‘ornamental planting. It is one of the few examples among trees where an abnor-
_ mal bud variety has retained its character for more than a century, through
4 : asdreds of thousands of individuals, all sprung from a single branch (discovered
_ toward the middle of the last century upon a tree in the German forest), either
age directly from grafts, and now sometimes by seeds; for the plants raised from the
__ seed of a purple-leaved tree preserve more or less constantly this character to a
7 greater or less degree. The seed from certain trees yield more purple-leaved seed-
lings than those from other trees, although the proportion of the purple-leaved
' seedlings from the same tree vary in different years, and among purple-leaved
seedlings there is always a great variety of shades of color. In other words, a
race of purple-leaved beeches is gradually becoming “fixed; ” and if it was not in
practice more convenient and satisfactory to propagate the best varieties of
this tree by grafting, it would doubtless be perfectly possible, at the end of a
few generations, to raise from seed, beeches with leaves of almost any shade of
purple with as much certaintyas different races of the cabbage are obtained
‘from seed. There is no reason to doubt, therefore, that the yansty will be as
permanent as the type from which it originated.
_ “Garden and Forest,” May 8, 1889.

Like leaves on trees, the race of man is found,
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;
Another race the following spring supplies ;
They fall successive, and successive rise.
Pope's Ivad.

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LET BY 217 THe:

(Cr ITTLE by little,” an acorn said,
As it slowly sank in.its mossy bed,
‘*] am improving every day,
Hidden deep in the earth away.”

Little by little, each day it grew ;
Little by little, it sipped the dew ; |
Downward it sent out a thread-like root ; a
Up in the air sprung a tiny shoot. |

Day after day, and year after year,

Little by little the leaves appear;

And the slender branches spread far and wide,
Till the mighty oak is the forest’s pride.

Far down in the depths of the dark blue sea,
An insect train work ceaselessly.

Grain by grain, they are building well,
Each one alone in its little cell. ;

Moment by moment, and day by day,
Never stopping to rest or to play,

Rocks upon rocks, they are rearing high,
Till the top looks out on the sunny sky.

The gentle wind and the balmy air,

Little by little, bring verdure there ;

Till the summer sunbeams gayly smile

On the buds and the flowers of the coral isle.

‘* Little by little,” said a thoughtful boy, .
‘‘ Moment by moment, I'll well employ,
Learning a little every day,
And not spending all my time in play.
And still this rule in my mind shall dwell,
Whatever I do, I will do tt well.”

“ Little by little, I'll learn to know
The treasured wisdom of long ago;
And one of these days, perhaps, we'll see
That the world will be the better for me;”
And do you not think that this simple plan
Made him a wise and useful man ?

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BOAT SONG.
THE EVER-GREEN PINE.

AIL to the Chief who in triumph advances!
_ Honored and blessed be the ever green Pine!
* Long may the tree, in his banner that glances,
Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line!
a" Heaven send it happy dew,
Earth send it sap anew,
ap _ Gayly to bourgeon and broadly to grow,
a While every Highland glen
Sends our shout back again,
*« Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe !”

Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain,
Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade ,
When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on the mountain,
The more shall Cian-Alpine exult in her shade,
Moored in the rifted rock,
Proof to the tempest’s shock,
Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow;
Monteith and Breadalbane, then,
Echo his praise again,
“ Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe !’’
Scott's Lady of the Lake — The Iiland.

% ‘SEED WORD.
A
g (Ds nothing,—a mere idle word, But yet as on the passing wind
g From careless lips, that fell, Is borne the little seed,
_ Forgot, perhaps, as soon as said, : Which blooms, unheeded, as a flower
: And purposeless as well. Or as a noisome weed,—

So, often will a single word
Unknown, its end fulfill,

And bear, in seed, the flower and fruit
Of actions good or ill.

THE ROSE.
OSE! thou art the sweetest flower Are amorous of thy scented sigh;
That ever drank the amber shower ; Cupid, too, in Paphian shades,
se! thou art the fondest child His hair with rosy fillet braids ;
dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild! Then bring me showers of roses, bring,
Even the gods who walk the sky And shed them round me while I sing.

Moore’s Odes of Anacreon.

*Black Roderick, the descendant of Alpine

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BRING FLOWERS.

* * + * * *

RING flowers to strew in the conqueror’s path!
He hath shaken thrones with his aarti wrath ;
He comes with spoils of nations back,
The vines lie crushed in his chariot’s track,
The turf looks red where he won the day.
Bring flowers to die in the conqueror’s way !

Bring flowers to the captive’s lonely cell!

They have tales of the joyous woods to tell, —

Of the free blue streams, and the glowing sky,

And the bright world shut from his languid eye ;

They will bear him a thought of the sunny hours,

And the dream of his youth. Bring him flowers, wild flowers

Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear!
They were born to blush in her shining hair.

She is leaving the home of her childhood’s mirth,
She hath bid farewell to her father’s hearth,

Her place is now by another’s side.

Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young bride!

Bring flowers, pale flowers, o’er the bier to shed,

A crown for the brow of the early dead!

For this through its leaves hath the white rose burst,
For this in the woods was the violet nursed!

Though they smile in vain for what once was ours,
They are love’s last gift. Bring ye flowers, pale flowers !

Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer,—
They are nature’s offering, their place is there!
They speak of hope to the fainting heart,
With a voice of promise they come and part,
They sleep in dust through the wintry hours,
They break forth in glory. Bring flowers, bright flowers!
Mrs, HEMANS.

Imparting to waste places more than their pristine beauty and associating
the names of departed loved ones with our work is a poetic and sublime con-

ception.

It symbolizes our faith in a resurrection to a higher and better life,

when the hard struggles of this sin-cursed world are passed.

SAMUEL F, CARY.

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL. ; IgI

Written forthe “Arsor Day Masvat.”
ARBOR DAY.
_ [Air—‘“‘ My MARYLAND.” |

GAIN we come this day to greet,
Arbor Day! sweet Arbor Day!
With willing hands and nimble feet,
Arbor Day! sweet Arbor Day!
No sweeter theme our time can claim,
No grander deed points us to fame,
No day more proud than this we name
Arbor Day! dear Arbor Day !

Bring forth the trees ! Prepare the earth
For Arbor Day, sweet Arbor Day.
_ With song we celebrate the birth
Of Arbor Day, sweet Arbor Day!
And when our joyful task is done, ;
And we our meed of praise have won,
The glorious work’s but just begun
For Arbor Day, dear Arbor Day!
SEYMOUR S. SHORT.

TO WORDSWORTH.

ET of nature, thou didst teach to see

In earth and sky, meadow and river’s glide,

On mountain peaks, in ocean’s ceaseless tide,
Order and truth, a peace and unity,
In seeming discord and complexity,

Of nature’s handiwork; did teach to know,

That in all life, even in the flowers that blow,
There may be seen the shadows of infinity.

Priest of the beautiful! thou in thy life
Of noble thought, of simple wants and cares,
Of fightings stern in which our days are rife,
Didst weave a beauty that the hero wears,
a As on he leads to triumph in the strife
a, Or bravely in life’s common way he fares.
_ Chatauguan, 1889. 7 O. F. EMERSON.

Heart’s Ease! One could look for half a day
Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out
Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow,
. That gave this gentle name. Mary Howitt.

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THE MAY QUEEN.

OU must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear ;
To-morrow ’ill be the happiest time, o’ all the glad New-year ;
Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest, merriest day ; oe
For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May,

There’s many a black, black eye, they say, but none so bright as mine ;
There’s Margaret and Mary, there’s Kate and Caroline ;

But none so fair as little Alice in all the land they say,

So I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake,

If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break ;

And I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay,

For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

EE

As I came up the valley whom think ye should I see,

But Robin leaning on the bridge beneath the hazel-tree ?

He thought of that sharp look, mother, I gave him yesterday,—

But I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white,
And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light.
They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say,
For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

They say he’s dying all for love, but that can never be ;

They say his heart is breaking, mother — what is that to me?

There’s many a bolder lad ’ill woo me any summer day,

And I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green,

And you'll be there too, mother, to see me made the Queen ;

For the shepherd lads on every side ill come from far away,

And I'm to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

The honeysuckle round the porch has wov’n its wavy bowers,

And by the meadow trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers ;

And the wild marsh-marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray,
And I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow-grass,

And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass ;
There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day,

And I’m to be Queen 0’ the May, mother, [’m to be Queen o’ the May.

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____ All the valley, mother, ‘ill be fresh and green and still,

And the cowslip and the crowfoot are over all the hill,

And the rivulet in the flowery dale ‘ill merrily glance and play,

For I'm to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

So you must wake and call me early; call me early, mother dear,
To-morrow ‘ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year;
_ To-morrow ‘ill be of all the year the maddest, merriest day,
For I'm to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.
TENNYSON.

__WHAT IS THE SONG THE SWALLOWS. SING?

] HAT is the song the swallows sing,
When skies are blue, and May is here,
And when they haste on joyful wing,
To tell that summer-time is near ?
The primrese comes to greet the Spring;
The roses bloom on every hand,
What message do the swallows bring
a Returning from a fairer land ?
Among the trees and in the air,
_ They come to us a merry throng;
And as we listen to them there,
What is their song? What is their song?
Farewell, farewell unto that distant clime
Where once we dwelt and memory is sweet,
And welcome, welcome to the fair spring-time
That waits us in the land that now we greet.

2 * __ What is the song the swallows sing,
When Autumn skies are dark and drear?
A tender requiem they bring,
To all that made the Summer dear,
- Their spring-time joy is turned to grief;
And each must sing before it goes,
A message to the falling leaf,
A message to the fading rose !
Ah, faithless rovers! in the May
You sang of love so clear and strong;
And now, when skies are dull and gray,
What is your song? What is your song?
Farewell, farewell unto this pleasant. clime,
Where once we dwelt and memory is sweet,
And welcome, welcome to the fair spring-time
That waits us in the land that now we greet.
13 Harry B. SMITH.

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THE LOVE OF NATURE.

The sounding cataract |
Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colors and their forms; were then to me
An appetite,—a feeling and a love
That had no need of a remoter charm
By thought supplied, or any interest
Unborrowed from the eye.

That time is past,
And all its aching joys are now no more,
And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn, nor murmur; other gifts
Have followed, for such loss, I would believe,
Abundant recompense. For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes
The still sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue.

And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.

Therefore am I still -
A lover of the meadows and the woods
And mountains, and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye and ear, both what they half create
And what perceive ; well pleased to recognize
In nature, and the language of the sense,
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
: Of all my moral being.
WORDSWORTH.

I love not man the less but nature more.
Byron's Afostrophe.

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> THE GINGERBREAD TREE.

H, do you know, and-do you know,
The tree where risen doughnuts grow,
And in a shower come tumbling down,
All sugary and crisp and brown?

_ And did you ever chance to see
The plum-cakes on this charming tree ?
And reaching o’er the fence, perhaps
A stem just strung with ginger-snaps?

The house stands close beside the street ;
Around its roof the branches meet.

If you look up, about your head

Fall down great squares of gingerbread.

Once when I went inside the door,
Through the wide window to the floor,
A bough came bending all apart,

And tossed me in a jelly tart.

Whoever lives there, I must say,
Though he is lame, and old, and gray,
What a rare gardener he must be,
And, oh, how happy with that tree!

My mother says that very few
Gingerbread-trees she ever knew,

And none shook down, it seems to her, ~
Like this, an apple turnover.

Some days it drops upon the ground,
Soft, soft, a frosted heart, and round,
And sometimes, when the branches stir,
Such cookies rain as never were.

And you can guess — oh, you can guess
- That if *tis too fara recess,
Yet all the children, as a rule,
= _ Go slow there, coming home from school.
per's Young People, 1889. HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD.

Ivy clings to wood or stone.
_ And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.
oe CowPER.

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THE OAK.

HAT gnarled stretch, what depth of shade, is his!
There needs no crown to mark the forest’s king ;
How in his leaves outshines full summer’s bliss!
Sun, storm, rain, dew, to him their tribute bring,
Which he with such benignant royalty
Accepts, as overpayeth what is lent;
All nature seems his vassal proud to be,
And cunning only for his ornament.

How towers he, too, amid the billowed snows,
An unquelled exile from the summer’s throne,
Whose plain, uncinctured front more kingly shows,
Now that the obscuring courtier leaves are flown.
His boughs make music of the winter air,
Jeweled with sleet, like some cathedral front
Where clinging snow flakes with quaint art repair
The dints and furrows of time’s envious brunt.

How doth his patient strength the rude March wind
Persuade to seem glad breaths of summer breeze,
And win the soil that fain would be unkind,
To swell his revenues with proud increase !
He is the gem; and all the landscape wide
(So doth his grandeur isolate the sense)
Seems but the setting, worthless all beside,
An empty socket, were he fallen thence.

So, from oft converse with life’s wintry gales,

Should man learn how to clasp with tougher roots
The inspiring earth; how otherwise avails

The leaf-creating sap that sunward shoots?
So every year that falls with noiseless flake

Should fill old scars upon the stormward side,
And make hoar age revered for age’s sake,

Not for traditions of youth’s leafy pride.

So, from the pinched soii of a churlish fate,
True hearts compel the sap of sturdier growth,
So between earth and heaven stand simply great
That these shall seem but their attendants both;
For natures’s forces with obedient zeal
Wait on the rooted faith and oaken will;
As quickly the pretender’s cheat they feel,
And turn mad Pucks to flout and mock him still.

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Lord! all Thy works are lessons; each contains
Some emblem of man’s all containing soul;
Shall he make fruitless all Thy glorious pains,
Delving within thy grace and eyeless mole?
Make me the least of Thy Dodona-grove,
_ Cause me some message of Thy truth to bring,
Speak but a word through me, nor let Thy love
. Among my boughs disdain to perch and sing.
a 3 . James RussELL LOWELL.

cd

‘ NATURE’S TEMPLE.

ALK not of temples — there is one, built without hands, to mankind given ;
Its lamps are the meridian sun, and all the stars of heaven.
_ Its walls are the cerulean sky, its floor the earth, serene and fair ;
| The dome is vast immensity — all Nature worships there !

‘The Alps Grraved in stainless snow, the Andean ranges yet untrod,

it sunrise and at sunset glow, like altar-fires to God!

thousand fierce volcanoes blaze, as if with hallowed victims rare;
_ And thunder lifts its voice in praise — all Nature ihe there!

| The cedar and the mountain pine, the willow on 1 the aautaies s brim,

ne tulip and the eglantine, in reverence bend to Him ; ei
‘The song-birds pour their sweetest lays, from tower, and tree and middle air;
The rushing river murmurs praise — all Nature worships there!

= Davip VEDDER. |

SPRING.

*(XOME, gentle spring:! ethereal mildness, come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, .
While music wakes around, veiled in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
And see where surly winter passes off, -
Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blasts > ¢tusared
His blasts obey, and quit the howling hill, _
The shattered forest, and the ravaged vale ;
_ While softer gales succeed, at whose kind touch, °
Dissolving snows in living torrents lost,
The mountains lift their green heads to the sky.
From THOMsON’S ‘‘Seasons.”

And there is Pamszes — that’s for thoughts. HAMLET.

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THE CHILDREN.

* * 2 7 That to the world are children;
H ! what would this world be to us Through them it feels the glow
A If the children were no more ? Of a brighter and sunnier climate
We should dread the desert hehind us Than reaches the trunks below.

Worse than the dark before.
Come to me, O ye children !

What the leaves are to the forest, And whisper in my ear
With light and air for food, What the birds and the winds are singing
Ere their sweet and tender juices In your sunny atmosphere.

Have been hardened into wood — * # * * *

Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung or said,
For ye are the living poems,
And all the rest are dead.
LONGFELLOW.

HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN.

6 "LL tell you how the. leaves came ‘“‘ Perhaps the great tree will forget,
And let us stay until the spring,

down,”
The great tree to his children said: If we all beg, and coax and fret.”
‘** You're getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown, But the great tree did no such thing;
Yes, very sleepy, little Red.” He smiled to hear their whispering.
**Ah!” begged each silly pouting leaf ‘Come, children all, to bed,” he cried;—
“ Let us a little longer stay; And ere the leaves could urge their
Dear Father Tree, behold our grief ; ‘prayer,
’Tis such a very pleasant day, He shook his head, and far and wide,
We do not want to go away.” Fluttering and rustling everywhere,

Down sped the leaflets through the air.

So, just for one more merry day

To the great tree the leaflets clung, I saw them; on the ground they lay,
Frolicked and danced, and had their ~ Golden and red, a huddled swarm,
way, Waiting till one from far away,
Upon the autumn breezes swung, White bedclothes heaped upon her arm
Whispering all their sports among. Should come to wrap them safe and warm.

The great bare tree looked down and smiled.
‘**Good-night, dear little leaves,” he said.
And from below each sleepy child
Replied, ‘‘ Good-night,” and murmured,

‘*It is so nice to go to bed !”
SusAN COOLInGE.

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Ea ES EE as

THE IVY.

USHING the clods of earth aside,
Leaving the dark where foul things hide,
_ Spreading its leaves to the summer sun,
Bondage ended, freedom won;
So, my soul, like the ivy be,
Rise, for the sunshine calls for thee!

Climbing up as the seasons go,
Looking down upon things below,
Twining itself in the branches high,
As if the frail thing owned the sky;
So my soul, like the ivy be,
Heaven, not earth, is the place for thee.

Wrapping itself round the giant oak,
Hiding itself from the tempest’s stroke;
Strong and brave is the fragile thing,
For it knows one secret, how to cling.
So, my soul, there’s strength for thee,
Hear the Mighty One: “ Lean on me.”

Green are its leaves when the world is white,
For the ivy sings through the frosty night ;
Keeping the hearts of oak awake,
Till the flowers shall bloom and the spring shall break ;
So, my soul, through the winter’s rain,
Sing the sunshine back again.

Opening its green and fluttering breast.

Giving the timid birds a nest ;

Coming out from the winter wild,

To make a wreath for the Holy Child ;

So, let my life like the ivy be,

A help to man and a wreath for Thee!
HENRY BuRTON.

“Take whatever God sends,
_ As the blossoming pansies do :
He clothes them with royal grace ;
Shall he not take thought for you ?
Trust — for the trustful heart
Knoweth the tenderest leading,
- Knoweth how certainly God
Bae: 208.3 Our need and our craving is heeding.”

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THE BEECH TREE'S PETITION.

H leave this barren spot to me,
Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!

Though shrub or flow’ret never grow,
My wan unwanning shade below,
Nor fruits of autumn blossom born
My green and glossy leaves adorn,
Nor murmuring tribes from me derive
The ambrosial treasures of the hive,
Yet leave this little spot to me,
Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.

Thrice twenty summers have I stood .

In bloomless, fruitless solitude;

Since childhood in my rustling bower

First spent its sweet and sportive hour,

Since youthful lovers in my shade

Their vows of truth and rapture paid,

And on my trunk’s surviving frame

Carv’d many a long forgotten name.

Oh, by the vows of gentle sound

First breathed upon this sacred ground,

By all that Love hath whispered here,

Or Beauty heard with ravish’d ear,

As Love’s own altar honor me,

Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.
THOMAS CAMPBELL,

SONG OF THE ROSE.

F Zeus chose us a King of the flowers in his mirth,
He would call to the rose, and would royally crown it;
For the rose, ho, the rose! is the grace of the earth,
Is the light of the plants that are growing upon it!
For the rose, ho, the rose! is the eye of the flowers,
{[s the blush of the meadows that feel themselves fair,—
Is the lightning of beauty, that strikes through the bowers
On pale lovers that sit in the glow unaware.
Ho, the rose breathes of love! ho, the rose lifts the cup
To the red eyes of Cypris invoked for a guest !
Ho, the rose having curled its sweet leaves for the world
Takes delight in the motion its petals keep up,
As they laugh to the wind as it laughs from the west.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.

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THE PETRIFIED FERN.

N a valley, centuries ago,
Grew a little fern leaf green and slender;

Veining delicate and fibres tender;
Waving, when the wind crept down so low.
Rushes tall and moss and grass grew round it,
Playful sunbeams darted in and found it,
Drops of dew stole in by night and crowned it,
But no foot of man e’er trod that way.
Earth was young and keeping holiday.

Monster fishes swam the silent main,

Stately forests waved their giant branches,
Mountains hurled their snowy avalanches,
Mammoth creatures stalked across the plain;
Nature reveled in grand mysteries,

But the little fern was not of these,

_ Did not number with the hills and trees ;
Only grew and waved its wild sweet way;
No one came to note it day by day.

Earth one time put on a frolic mood,

Heaved the rocks and changed the mighty motion
Of the deep, strong currents of the ocean,

Moved the plain and shook the haughty wood,
Crushed the little fern in soft, moist clay,
Covered it and hid it safe away.

Oh the long, long centuries since that day!

Oh the changes, oh life’s bitter cost,

Since that useless little fern was lost!

Useless? Lost? There came a thoughtful man
Searching nature’s secrets far and deep; |
From a fissure in a rocky steep
He withdrew a stone o’er which there ran
Fairy pencilings, a quaint design,
Veinings, leafage, fibres clear and fine,
And the fern’s life lay in every line.
So, I think, God hides some souls away
Sweetly to surprise us the last day.
Mary L. BoL_es BRANCH.

Under the shady. roof
Of branching elm star-proof.
MILTON’S Arcades.

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SPRING SONG.

OW the lovely spring has come,
N See the fragrant flowers bloom,
Birds are here with their song,
Cheering us along.
Making all our faces bright,
Till our hearts beat with delight,
Happy spring, merry spring,
We thy praises sing.

Hear the merry babbling brook,
Rippling through each shady nook;
Coming here, going there,

Making all so fair.

See the little finny tribe,

Rushing everywhere to hide,

In and out, round about,

In their merry rout.

See the little lambs at play,
Skipping through:the livelong day,
Happy they on their way

To the meadows gay.

Through the meads and through the vales
O’er the hills and pleasant dales,
Here they go, to and fro,

Not a care they know.

KATE HAWTHORN,

MY HOME IN THE WILDWOOD.

Come where the heart is so free,
Bidding adieu to your sorrow,
Here let your dwelling place be.

Bex to my home in the wildwood,

Sweet tis to stray in the wildwood;

When the day’s cares are all o’er;

Bright flowers are strown in our pathway,

Fresh leaves adorn the gay floor.

Here you may find in the wildwood, ~
Freedom from sorrow and care,
Casting aside all your burdens,
Here find sweet solace in prayer.

HAIL, ARBOR DAY.

Filled with all its happy hours;

Loyal children, far and near,

Plant their trees and scatter flowers.
Knowing well their Father’s eye
Rests upon them from the sky,
Viewing all their deeds with love,
As through blossoming lands they rove.
Soon the trees will grow,
And gently throw
A shade through sunny hours,

Feathered songsters bring the music,
And our Father send the showers.

N°o fair Arbor Day is here,

Kingston, N. Y,—School No. 8 Exercises, 1889.

Hail, all hail, fair Arbor Day;
Prophecy of coming beauty !
When the years have passed away
‘With their weight of care and duty,
We wiil love thee still the same,
And fond memory at thy name,
Will recall the gladsome days,
When we roamed in woodland ways.
Happy, thoughtless youth,
With love and truth,
Blent in a rhyme of hours,
And the Arbor Day of friendship,
Crowned with innocence and flowers.
Lizziz D. Roosa.

= he Foe ee See ~ tee _
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_ GROWTH. —
ROW as the trees grow,

Your head lifted straight to the sky,
Your roots holding fast where they lie, |
_In the richness below;
Your branches outspread
To the sun pouring down, and the dew,
_ With the glorious infinite blue
Stretching over your head.

Receiving the storms
That may writhe you, and bend, but not break,
While your roots the more sturdily take

A strength i in their forms.

God means us, ‘the growth of His trees,
Alike thro’ the shadow and shine,
Receiving as freely | the life-giving wine

Of the air and the breeze.

Not sunshine alone,
The soft summer dew and the breeze
Hath fashioned these wonderful trees.
The tempest hath moaned :
They have tossed their strong arms in despair,
At the blast of the terrible there,

In the thunder’ s loud tone.

But under it all
Were the roots clasping closer the sod,
The top still aspiring to God

Who prevented their fall.

Come out from the gloom,
And open your heart to the light
That is flooding God’s world with delight,
And unfolding its bloom.
His kingdom of grace
Is symboled in all that we see,
In budding and leafing of tree,
And fruit in its place.
a tauquan, Fuly, 1884. ° EmILy J. BUGBEE.

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FOR ARBOR DAY.

LL hail this day — glad Arbor Day!
A day for joyous labor;
A work that blesses every heart
Because for friend and neighbor;
When boy, girl, man and woman, too,
The loss of trees ceploring,
Come forth with heart and hand to learn
Dame Nature’s art — restoring!

Man has cut down the stalwart trees,
Nor thought of e’er replacing ;

His reckless waste should on his cheek
Be fiery blushes tracing.

To rob the mother of her jewels
Is but the grossest sinning,

- When she so ready is to take

New nurslings from beginning.

O see how well does Nature pay —
Her grand Controller praising,
For every tree that she destroys
She thousands more is raising ;
She sends the seeds, with hand so free,
To earth’s kind bosom nestling,
And gives a feast to growing germs
That lightens all their wrestling.

O ye who love these native gems,
So charming in their living;

See how the needs of human life,
Destructive force is giving!

It fells them from their native homes,
Where purest beauty, growing,

Impels the heart and mind of man
To stand in meekness bowing.

Look at the stately forest kings
That stand morn, noon and even,
Their tops long reaching out to kiss
The light so richly given!
There, ‘neath that forest’s foliage shade,
The spirits joys enliven,
And feel the secrets of all life —
The life of God and heaven.

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Then plant the flower, the shrub, the vine,
For man, bird, beast and beauty ;

The basswood, oak, the beech and pine —
It is for all a duty —

The hemlock, ash, the spruce and elm,
And fruits, so very many —

Ay, plant of all that meet man’s needs,
And that is all, if any.

They are so lovely, fresh and grand,
So richly ornamental ;
By roadside, meadow, field, in wood,
They’ve beauty transcendental ;
Give just one day in all the year,
‘Twill pay for all your ardors,
And Arbor Day will soon display
A land of charming arbors.
_ Watertown, N. Y. GEORGE ADAMS

ARBOR DAY ODE.

AISE a song of gladness on this festal day,
Which shall be a forest symphony,
Chiming with the music of melodious May,
Sung in honor of each growing tree.

CuoRuUS.— Happy, happy with the joys of spring,
: Gayly, gayly our delights we sing.
Children blest of heaven, who so glad as we,
Pealing forth the anthem of the free ?

Honor to the oak tree, emblem of the power,
Making this fair nation proud and strong,

Great with all the glories of heaven’s richest dower,
Worthy all the praise of festal song.—Cuo.

Honor to the pine tree, with its fadeless sheen,
Type of beauty in our native land,

Which the sister nations from afar have seen,
Through the years a pattern long to stand.—Cuo.

Trees are forms of beauty that our minds upraise
To the boundiess Giver of all good.

Loving God of Nature, hear our song of praise
For the beauties of the field and wood.—Cuo.

Maker of each glory of our native land,
May each form of beauty which we see,
In the pleasant meadow and the forest grand,
a Lift our souls to higher thoughts of Thee.—Cuo.
_ Kingston, N. Y., Academy Exercises, 1889. Parr HARLOW.

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Watertown, N. Y.

There is another fact which strikes one in.looking at these nests about the
village; the birds of different feathers show a very marked preference for
It is true these trees are more numerous than others about
our streets, but there are also elms, locusts, and sumachs mingled with them,
enough, at least, to decide the question very clearly. This afternoon we counted
the nests in the different trees as we passed them, with a view to this particu-
lar point, and the result was as follows: The first we came to were in a clump

building in maples.

Written for the ‘‘ ARBor Day MAnvaL.”’

SONG TO THE MAPLE TREE.*

I7TXIS the tree of the State, and most wisely selected,

Gi To emblem the progress her children have made;

Henceforth by our care shall its right be protected

To gather the weary to bask in its shade.
CHORUS — Maple tree! Maple tree! none can compare with thee!
Sipping earth’s nectar, to sweetness impart.
Sweeter thy loving care, sweeter thy shadows are;

Sweeter thy songsters that gladden the heart.

The tribes of the air for their nesting most choose it,*
Their billing and cooing heard most in its groves;
Why then should our youthful affections refuse it ?
This fitting abode for the gods and their loves ?
CHORUS — Maple tree, etc.

The ever-green foliage may tower from our mountains,
"Neath the pine and the hemlock the wild tribes abide ;
But majestic o’er landscape, by sweet sparkling fountains,
The silver-leaved maple of man is the pride.
CHORUS — Maple tree, etc.

Soft fragrance and balm, in the dew of the morning, ,
Exhale on the breeze with the songster’s sweet lay ;
Its green arching plumes all our pathway adorning,
A shield and defense from the sun’s scorching ray.
Cuorus -- Maple tree, etc.

Then plant ye the maple so young and so slender ;
And grow with its growth as the years shall roll by;
While tow’rd manhood, ye vie with the tree in its splendor,
Each measure made full from great nature’s supply.
CHORUS — Maple tree, etc.

THE BIRDS CHOOSE THE MAPLE.

E, A. HOLBROOK.

* By a vote of those who participated in the Arbor Day exercises of 1889, in New York State, the Maple

was chosen as the State Tree. See also, the selection at the foot of this page.

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P of young trees of various kinds, and here we found nine nests, one in a locust,
_ the other eight in maples. Then following the street with trees irregularly
_ planted on either side, a few here, a few there, we counted forty-nine nests, all
_ of which were in maples, although several elms and locusts were mingled with
_ these; frequently there were several nests in the same maple. * * * Such
_ was the state of things in the principal streets through which we passed. mak-
— ingi in all one hundred and twenty-seven nests, and of these, eighteen were in
patons: pews of trees, the remaining one hundred and nine were in maples.
SUSAN FENIMORE COOPER zz “ Rural Hours.”

ACORN AND CHESTNUT.

on the brown earth where they had fallen.

mp hope I shall be safe in the ground before winter comes,” said the acorn.
10w and ice do not agree with me. In fact, if they come before I am under
21 they will kill me ; and it would be sad indeed, if so fine and large an acorn

, know, are the kings of the forest.”
es, I hope so too,” said the chestnut, ‘I want to be safe before winter »
_ I would like to grow into a tree; for the swallows have told me e that

F chestnut trees are not much,” said the acorn. “ No one cares any thing
t them except the boys, who think it fun to climb up among their branches
shake down the nuts. For my part, if I were a tree, I shouldn't care to
2 just to please a few children; and 1am sure it would make me very angry
e them eating the fruit which I had taken the trouble to bear.”

Well,” said the chestnut, ‘every tree toitstaste. Some trees would rather
their food liked by boys and girls than have it be fit for nothing but pigs.”
“What?” said the acorn, growing angry. “ The oak is the noblest of all the
_ From its wood are made the great ships that go sailing over the ocean.
s hundreds of years, and gives shade to thousands of people, and homes
0 mullion of birds; and if, as I heard a man say one day, ‘great oaks from
little acorns grow,’ what a noble tree may be expected from such an acorn as
:

iu how will you be planted ?” asked the chestnut.

)h, that’s ‘easy enough,” answered the acorn. “Every day I feel myself
ng deeper and deeper into the ground; and when I am deep enough the
will throw some fine rich earth over me, and there I shall lie snug and
L : Epi eprine.

n, after putting pais two little green leaves, I shall grow no more above
und | for some time, but only keep spreading my roots and making them
i shall grow slowly for years, until at last I shall spread out my
ches es for a great distance around, and become the oe of the forest. Ah,

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Just then, a squirrel, who had been peeping at them from her nest in the
hollow of a tree, jumped down and seized the chestnut in her little gray paws.

‘‘Good-by,” sneered the acorn, as she carried it away. ‘That's the last of
you. But, then, there is no great loss. You would have been only a chestnut
tree, at the best. Chestnuts are good enough for squirrels.”

But, when the squirrel had put the chestnut away in her nice little house, she
sprang down again, seized the acorn, and carried it up too.

“ Hello,” said the chestnut, ‘ here we are together again. There is little hope
now that either of us will ever becomeatree. And, as matters stand, I cannot
see that an acorn is very much better than a chestnut after all.”

But the acorn said nothing.

THE ELM.

EAUTIFUL in her majestic grandeur, as she sends out her branches to the
heavens, stands the American elm, a tough, hardy giant of field and for-
est, its massive trunks and wide-spreading roots bidding defiance to the strong-
est winds which nature can send to beat against its broad symmetrical top.
While Englishmen eulogize the oak, and poets sing of the linden and sycamore,
the hearts of the children of, at least, the Empire State, cling with devotion to
that tree, which marks so many important events in the history of the land they
love. Who has not heard of the Elm at Shakamaxon, under the spreading
branches of which William Penn made his famous treaty with the Indians,
which was never sworn to and which stands alone as the only treaty made by
the whites with the Indians which was never broken. For more than a century
and a quarter, this tree stood a grand monument of this most sincere treaty
ever made, but in 1810 it was blown down, and a monument of marble now but
poorly marks the spot where it stood.

It was the elm that was first consecrated to American independence, and that
tree planted by the Boston school-master, so long before separation from Great
Britain was scarcely dreamed of in the colonies, and dedicated to their future
independence, was long looked upon with love and pride, and when at last it was
blown down, tolling bells related the story of its fall.

It was also the elm that shaded Washington on that July 3d, 1775, when he
took command of the American army at Cambridge, and began that long pub-
lic life in which he exhibited such brilliant talents, and won for himself the de-
serving title of ‘‘ Father of his Country.”

We have been an independent nation for more than a century, but this tree
still stands, and its massive trunk and wide-spreading branches form a fitting
emblem of the prosperous nation that started out, as it were, from beneath its
shade, and in it are centered fond remembrances of our Revolutionary fathers.

Years will pass away, and “ Providence permitting,” these trees which we plant
to-day will have become sturdy elms. Those who aré now school children will act
their part in the theatre of life and become old men and women; but wherever they
are, whether they are in honor or disgrace, in prosperity or adversity, their hap-
piest recollections will be centered in these childhood days, and these elms mark-
ing this Arbor Day will long remain as monuments of former happy times.

“* The Student,” Richfield Springs, 1889. H. H. B.

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Call forth our love and care, ©
tender buds, and opening leaves,
h mers the soft May air, |
the birch tree be forgot,
ell I bear in mind ~

irchec fT

Written for the “ Arsor Day Manvat.”

THE BIRCH TREE.
[Air —“ Aut Lanc Synz.”

Then plant the birch, the silvery birch,
Near to the school-house door,
For teachers used its pliant limbs,
Full oft in days of yore.
And though ‘tis used for rods no more,
"Twill please the children kind,
Its spicy buds and fragrant bark,
They search the woods to find.

Mrs. ADDIE V. MCMULLEN.
odus, N. Y.

THE SEED.

HE farmer planted a seed,—
' ] A little dry, black seed;
And off he went to other work, —
__ For the farmer never was known to shirk,—
And cared for what had need.

_ The night came with its dew,—
The cool and silent dew ;
_ The dawn came, and the day,
And the farmer worked away,
At labors not a few.
‘ = * i = * <
Home from his work one day,—
rite One glowing summer day,—_
His children showed him a perfect flower;
It had burst in bloom that very hour; :
How, I cannot say.

_ But I know if the smallest seed
In the soil of love be cast,
_ Both day and night will do their part; .
_ And the sower who works with a patient heart,
__ Will find the flower at last.

Now blossom all the trees, and all the fields

_ And all the woods their pomp of foliage wear,

And nature’s fairest robe adorns the blooming year.

ee ig BEATTIE.

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ARBOR DAY.

HE observance of Arbor Day in New York State is at once new, novel and
interesting, as well as highly instructive. Its advantages are many, and
the public benefits that may be derived therefrom cannot be overestimated.
One of its main objects, however, as cited in the State Superintendent’s circu-
lar letter. is to instill into the minds of the growing generation a genuine love
of Nature in her manifold forms, and to know and love Nature is to protect
her. It is meet, indeed, that our schools should become a coadjutant power,
and what activity and zeal they may manifest will perhaps inspire their elders
to better efforts.

The grandest achievement of this observation of Arbor Day would be to cen-
ter the public mind upon the all-important fact that stringent and immediate
measures should be adopted for the preservation of our forests, and to institute
a common-sense investigation relative to their important climatic effects in
many localities. Forest trees are excellent condensers of moisture, and as the
vapor-laden clouds float above the large tracts, the contained moisture is con-
densed and falls as rain orsnow. In these densely wooded districts the soil is
naturally spongy and permeable. Rain falling on such ground is readily ab-
sorbed, and at once finds a passage to underground natural reservoirs, so valu-
able in many instances. The thick canopy of foliage affords excellent protec-
tion from the sun’s greedy rays, and hence what. moisture falls, is not lost in
evaporation. Streams which find their source here are never failing, and their
unceasing flow swells many a larger stream, thus made valuable for manufac-
turing power. And then again how dependent upon these tiny tributaries are
the many and varied manufacturing interests. How insignificant would be our
inland commerce and navigation without them.

As modifiers of the climate, trees, woodlands, and forest-tracts are not justly
appreciated. They cool the atmosphere, and so temper the extremes of climatic
“ fickleness,” that they become somewhat more endurable. They act as obstruc-
tions to destructive winds, which in event of the absence of forest-lands would
have a clear sweep across unprotected districts. As beneficial to health, they
stand pre-eminent. In primitive times forests were considered as hindrances,
and the clearing of forest lands was thought to bé a national necessity. The
barrenness and sterility of the bible-countries was caused by this demolition of
its forest lands, and trees are now so valuable in Persia that he who plants one
is known as a public benefactor.

The first advocate of tree-planting in this country was the Hon. G, P. Marsh,
and when the Central Pacific railroad was constructed, thousands of trees were

planted alongside. Thus the custom originated in the far west, was first adopted _

as a holiday among the public schools in Nebraska, and has now reached the
east. May the day grow in popularity, and may the lesson it strives to teach
become a public task.

“ The Student” — Richfield Springs, 1889.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. Ni 211

A NEW HOLIDAY.

NEW holiday i isa 4 boon to Americans, and this year the month of May gave
\ anew holiday to the State of New York. It has been already observed
els _It began, indeed, in Nebraska seventeen years ago, and thirty-four
‘States and two Territories have preceded New York in adopting it. If the name
of Arbor Day may seem to be a little misleading, because the word “ arbor,’
_ which meant a tree to the Romans, means a bower to Americans, yet it may well
ees vesotil a better name is suggested, and ‘its significance by general under-
ading will soon be as plain as Decoration Day.
The: holiday has been happily associated in this-State especially with the
_ public schocls. This is most fitting, because the public school is the true and
iversal symbol of the equal rights of all citizens before the law, and of the
t that educated intelligence is the basis of good popular government. The
generous the cultivation of the mind, and the wider the range of knowl-
re, the more secure is the great national commonwealth. The intimate asso-
ciation of the schools with tree-planting is fortunate in attracting boys and
irls to a love and knowledge of nature, and to a respect for trees because of
value to the whole community.
e scheme for the inauguration of the oligenss in New York was issued by
perintendent of Public Instruction. It provided for simple and proper
cises, the recitation of brief passages from English literature relating to
trees, songs about trees sung by the children, addresses, and planting of trees,
> be named for distinguished persons of every kind.
texts for such addresses are indeed as numerous as the trees, and there
y be an endless improvement of the occasion, to the pleasure and the profit

ave} y early age, even their own, and that it-usually begins with a close and
ough knowledge of the birch.
nis, indeed, might be called the earliest service of the tree to the child, if
did not recall the cradle and thecrib. The child rocking in the cradle is the
y rocking in the tree-top, and as the child hears the nurse droning her
drowsy rock-a-bye, baby, it may imagine that it hears the wind sighing through
the branches of the tree. To identify the tree with human life and to give the
pil a personal interest in it will make the public school nurseries of sound
ion which will prevent the ruthless destruction of the forests. ark
2 service of the trees to us begins with the cradle and ends with the coffin. -
, Be ioukinves through our lives, and is of almost unimaginable extent and
Variety. In this country our houses and their furniture and the fences that
ape are largely the product of the trees. The fuel that warms them,

carriages and fafiroad cars and ties —wherever the eye falls it sees the
cent service of the trees. Arbor Day recalls this direct service on every
and. ytoaninds us of the indirect ministry, of trees as guardians of the

202; : ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

with the accumulating leaves of ages, huge sponges from which trickle the
supplies of streams. To cut the forests recklessly is to dry up the rivers. It
is a crime against the whole community, and scholars and statesmen both
declare that the proper preservation of the forests is the paramount public
question, Even in a mercantile sense it is a prodigious question, for the esti-
mated value of our forest products in 1880 was $800,000,000, a value nearly
double that of the wheat crop, ten times that of gold and silver, and forty times
that of our iron ore.

It was high time that we considered the trees. They are among our chief
benefactors, but they are much better friends to us than ever we have been to
them. If as the noble horse passes us, tortured with the overdraw check and
the close blinders and nagged with the goad, it is impossible not to pity him
that he has been delivered into the hands of men to be cared for, not less is the
tree to be pitied. It seems as if we had never forgotten or forgiven that early
and intimate acquaintance with the birch, and have been revenging ourselves.
ever since. We have waged against trees a war of extermination like that of
the Old Testament Christians of Massachusetts Bay against the Pequot Indians.
We have treated the forests as if they were noxious savages or vermin. It was
necessary, of course, that the continent should be suitably cleared for settle-
ment and agriculture. But there was no need of shaving it as with a razor. If
Arbor Day teaches the growing generation of children that in clearing a field
some trees should be left for shade and for beauty, it will have rendered good
service. In regions rich with the sugar-maple tree the young maples are saved
from the general massacre because their sap, turned into sugar, is a marketable:
commodity. But every tree yields some kind of sugar, if it be only shade for
a COW.

Let us hope also that Arbor Day will teach the children, under the wise
guidance of experts, that trees are to be planted with intelligence and care, if
they are to become both vigorous and beautiful. A sapling is not to be cutinto
a bean-pole, but carefully trimmed in accordance with its form. A tree which
has lost its head will never recover it again, and wiil survive only as a monument
of the ignorance and folly of its tormentor. Indeed, one of the happiest results
of the new holiday will be the increase of knowledge which springs from per-
sonal interest in trees.

This will be greatly promoted by naming those which are planted on Arbor
Day. The interest of children in pet animals, in dogs, squirrels, rabbits, cats,
and ponies, springs largely from their life and their dependence upon human
care. When the young tree also is regarded as living and equally dependent.
upon intelligent attention, when it is named by vote of the scholars, and
planted by them with music and pretty ceremony, it will also become a pet,
and a human relation will be established. If it be named for a living man or
woman, it is a living memorial and a perpetual admonition to him whose name
it bears not to suffer his namesake tree to outstrip him, and to remember that
a man, like a tree, is known by his fruits.

Trees will acquire a new charm for intelligent children when they associate
them with famous persons. Watching to see how Bryant and Longfellow are
growing, whether Abraham Lincoln wants water, or George Washington

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 213

4 to flower early, or Feist Franklin is drying up, whether Robert
. Fulton, is budding, or General Grant beginning to sprout, the pupil will find
a that a tree may be as interesting as the squirrel that skims along its trunk, or
the bird that calls from its top like a muezzin from a minaret.
: The future orators of Arbor Day will draw the morals that lie in the resem-
s of all life. It is by care and diligent cultivation that the wild crab is
at bear sweet fruit, and by skillful grafting and budding that the same
duces different varieties. And so you, Master Leonard or Miss Alice,
: cross and spiteful and selfish and bullying, you also must be budded
trained. Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined, young gentlemen, and
r ust start straight if you would not grow up crooked. Just as the boy
ins, the man turns out.
So, trained by Arbor Day, as the children cease to be children they will feel
‘the spiritual and refining influence, the symbolical beauty, of the trees. Like
n, they begin tenderly and grow larger and larger, in greater strength, more
ly rooted, more widely spreading, stretching leafy boughs for birds to build
iading the cattle that chew the cud and graze in peace, decking themselves
ossoms and ever-changing foliage, and murmuring with rustling music by
nd night. The,thoughtful youth will see a noble image of the strong man
gling with obstacles that he overcomes in a great tree wrestling mightily
1¢ wintry gales, and extorting a glorious music from the storms which it
hantly defies.
Day will make the country visibly more beautiful every year. Every
ommunity, every school district, will contribute to the good work. The
ol-house will gradually become an ornament, as it is already the great
it of the village, and the children will be put in the way of living upon
> friendly and intelligent terms with the bountiful nature which is so
dly to us.
“dial GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS.
litor's Easy Chair, Harper's Magazine, Fuly, 1889.

2 objects of the restoration of the forests are as multifarious as the motives

e led to their destruction, and as the evils which that destruction has
ed. The planting of the mountains will diminish the frequency and
ice of river inundations; prevent the formation of torrents; mitigate the
mes of atmospheric temperature, humidity, and precipitation; restore
-up springs, rivulets, and sources of irrigation; shelter the fields from
ling and from parching winds; prevent the spread of miasmatic effluvia;
d, finally, furnish an inexhaustible and self-renewing supply of material indis-
ble to so many purposes of domestic comfort. to the successful exercise

r art of peace, every destructive energy of war.
a GEORGE P. MARSH.

“ae BP % ; :
; A brotherioo of venerable trees. ° WorDsworTH — Sonnet.

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UNDER THE PALMS.

KNEW a palm tree upon Capri. It stood in select society of shining fig
leaves and lustrous oleanders; it overhung the balcony, and so looked,
far overleaning, down upon the blue Mediterranean. Through the dream-mists
of southern Italian noons it looked up the broad bay of Naples and saw vague
Vesuvius melting away; orat sunset the isles of the Sirens, whereon they singing
sat, and wooed Ulysses as he sailed by. From the Sorrento, where Tasso was
born, it looked across to pleasant Posilippo, where Virgil is buried, and to
stately Ischia. The palm of Capri saw all that was fairest and most famous in
the Bay of Naples.

The palm was a poet,—as ail palms are poets. When I asked a bard whom
I knew what the palm tree sang in its melancholy measures of waving, ke told
me that not Vesuvius, nor the Sirens, nor Sorrento, nor Tasso, nor Virgil,
nor stately Ischia, nor all the broad blue beauty of Naples bay, was the
theme of that singing. But partly it sang of a river forever flowing, and of
cloudless skies, and green fields that never faded, and the mournful music of
water-wheels, and the wild monotony of a tropical life,— and partly of the yel-
low silence of the desert and of drear solitudes inaccessible, and of wandering
caravans, and lonely men.

Then it sang of gardens overhanging rivers that roll gorgeous-shored through
western fancies of gardens in Bagdad watered by the Euphrates and the Tigris
whereof it was the fringe and darling ornament, of oases in those sere sad deserts,
where it over-fountained fountains, and every leaf was blessed; more than all,
it sang of the great Orient universally, where no other tree was so abundant, so
loved, and so beautiful.

Palm branches were strewn before Jesus as he rode into Jerusalem, and for-
ever, since, the palm symbolizes peace. Wherever a grove of palms waves in
the low moonlight or starlight wind, it is the celestial choir chanting “ peace on
earth, good will to men.” Therefore it is the foliage of the old religious pictures.
Mary sits under a palm, and the saints converse under palms, and the prophets
prophesy in their shade, and cherubs float with palms over the martyr’s agony.
Nor among pictures is there any more beautiful than Corregio’s “ Flight into
Egypt,” wherein the golden-haired angels put aside the palm branches, and smile
sunnily through upon the lovely mother and the lovely child.

The palm is the chief tree in religious remembrance and religiousart. It is
the chief tree in romance and poetry. Butits sentiment is always eastern, and
it always yearns forthe east. In the west it is an exile, and pines in the most
sheltered gardens. Yet of all western shores it is the happiest in Sicily; for
Sicily is only a bit of Africa drifted westward. There is a soft southern strain
in the Sicilian skies, and the palms drink its sunshine like dew. Upon the
tropical plain behind Palermo, among the sun-sucking aloes, and the thick,
shapeless cactuses, like elephants and rhinoceroses enchanted into foliage, it
grows ever gladly. For the aloe is of the east, and the prickly pear; and upon
the Sicilian plain the Saracens have been, and the palm sees the Arabian arch,
and the oriental sign-manual stamped upon the land.

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But the palms are not only poets, they are prophets as well. They are like
_ heralds sent forth upon the farthest points to celebrate.to the traveler the glor-
they show. Like spring birds, they sing a summer unfading, and climes
re time wears the year as a queen a rosary of diamonds. The mariner,
rd sailing, hears tidings from the chance palms that hang along the
ern Italian shore. They call out to him across the gleaming calm of a
‘anean noon, “Thou happy mariner, our souls sail with thee.”
; Saaendd of Egypt palms are perpetual. They are the only foliage of the
for we will not harm the modesty of a féw mimosas and sycamores by
h claims. They are the shade of the mud villages, marking their site in
dscape, so that the groups of palms are the number of the villages. They
fringe e the shore and the horizon. The sun sets golden behind them, and birds
as S inging upon their boughs and float glorious among their trunks; the
sugar cane is not harmed by the ghostly shade; and the yellow flowers of the
ton plant star its dusk at evening. The children play under them, and the
en crone and smoke, the donkeys graze, and there the surly bison and
he conceited camels repose.

he eye never wearies of palms, more than the ear of singing birds. Solitary
y stand upon the sand, or upon the level fertile land in groups, with a grace
dignity that no tree surpasses. Very soon the eye beholds, in their forms,
original type of the columns which it will afterwards admire in the temples.
ost the first palm is architecturally suggestive, even in western gardens —
to artists living among them and seeing only them! Men’s hands are not
cate in the early ages, and the fountain fairness of the palms is not very
ingly fashioned in the capitals; but in the flowery perfection of the Par-
non the palm triumphs. The forms of those columns came from Egypt, and
which was the suspicion of the earlier workers, was the success of more
ate designing. So is the palm inwound with our art,and poetry, and
: GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS.

monty Se

FOREST F LOWERS.

0 UR forests are fast disappearing. In their sheltering shade and the rich

mould of their annually decaying leaves, the greater number of our love-
2s t plants are found; and when the axe comes, that cruel weapon that wars
on nature’s freshness, and the noble oak, the elm, the beech, the maple, and
¢ tulip tree fall with a loud crash in the peaceful solitude, even the very
S$ can understand that a floral death knell sounds through the melodious
‘wilderness. ’

“A number of our choicest plants are threatened with extinction; for as the woods
ar e cleared away these tender offsprings, the pretty flowers which we so dearly
> sh, will perish utterly. It is, therefore, well to prevent as far as possible
Besttuction of our native forests, as well as to plant forest trees if for no
er purpose than the preservation of the little helpless, blooming beauties
, adorn our woodland shades.
=e GUSTAVUS FRANKENSTEIN.

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A SERMON FROM A THORN-APPLE TREE.

°° WANT to tell you about my thorn-apple tree. It came up by the gate,

where it gets the drip from the watering-trough ; that’s what made it grow
so strong and handsome. Every year it is just as full of blossoms as the appie
trees, and you know whgt it bears—little red seedy berries, good for noth-
ing at all, sol used to think. But the first spring after I was sick, when I was

thinking how pretty it was—jall blown out, and the green leaves peeping

throug h the white —it just came to me that the thorn-apple was doing what it
was made for exactly, the same as the russet trees and the pippins; and I took
notice, as I never did before, how the squirrels came to eat the seeds in the fall,
and h ow the blue-jays and the winter-birds seemed always to find something
there for a breakfast, and I came to love that thorn-apple and enjoy it more
than any thing else. It always seemed to have some lesson for me, I call it my
preacher, and whenever I look at it I think the Lord wants thorn-apples as well
as pippins. He sets a good many of His children to feeding birds and squirrels,
and doing little things that nobody takes any note of, and I’m thankful every
day that He lets me grow the blossoms, and feed His birds. Perhaps that is all
He may want of you, Ruby, but don’t you be troubled about that. ‘Abide in
Him,’ as the branch abideth in the vine, and He’ll see to the fruit. It will be
just the kind He wants you to bear.” ;
From EMILY HUNTINGTON. MILLER’s “ Thorn-Apple.”

THE TRAILING ARBUTUS.

WANDERED lonely where the pine trees made
Against the bitter East their barricade,
And, guided by its sweet
Perfume, I found, within a narrow dell,
The trailing spring flower tinted like a shell
Amid dry leaves and mosses at my feet,

From under dead boughs, for whose loss the pines
Moaned ceaseless overhead, the blossoming vines
Lifted their glad surprise,
While yet the bluebird smoothed in leafiess trees
His feathers ruffled by the chill sea-breeze,
And snow-drifts lingered under April skies.

As, pausing, o’er the loneiy flower 1 vent,
I thought of lives thus slowly, clogged and pent,
Which yet find room
Through care and cumber, coldness and decay,
To lend a sweetness to the ungenial day,
And make the sad earth happier for their bloom,
WHITTIER.

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THE HISTORIC TREE OF CHICAGO.

T the Arbor Day exercises held in April by the Illinois Chautauqua Union,
= _ a paper was read by a member of the Lakeside Circle, entitled “A Voice
q anbiee Tree of Chicago.” Through the kindness of the writer this

[Dime cotton-wood tree ; it is the last of a group which marked the spot
_ where the Indian massacre of 1812 took place. Fort Dearborn stood at the
“oe of Chicago river, about one and one-half miles from the clump of trees.
_ Tt was in command of Captain Heald. In August an army of Indians attacked
the fort, and the garrison being weak, the commandant offered to surrender on
mdition that the force might withdraw without molestation. At nine o’clock
on August 15, the party, composed of about seventy-five persons, advanced
| the fort along the Indian trail which follows the lake shore. Captain
fells who had come to the assistance of Captain Heald, led the line. The
: Pitasen were on horseback, and the children in a wagon. They had reached
€ ‘present location of Fourteenth street when the six hundred Pottawatamie
_ Indians who had volunteered to escort them safely to Fort Wayne struck out
_ toward the prairie, and, concealed by a range of sand hills which separated the
- prairie from the lake, hurried forward and placed an ambuscade for the troops.
vg en the little band had reached the cotton-wood tree, a volley was showered
F by ve Indians. The officers, men, and even the women fought for their lives ;
sehiat could seventy-five whites (some of whom had been on the sick list)
Sco secant six hundred savages? The entire party of children, twelve in num-
_ ber, were tomahawked and scalped. Captain Wells was slain; in an hour only
er aty-five of the party remained alive, and Captain Heald surrendered on con-
dition that the lives of the remnant be spared. The only wounded spared were
Baptain Heald and Lieutenant Helm and their wives. Fifty-two dead bodies
= the whites were left on the ground. In 1816 when the fort was rebuilt and
= troops returned, the bones were collected and buried.
es esiruan, November, 1888.

LITTLE THINGS.
FOR A LITTLE CHILD.

LITTLE Sviers: you love me so, O little moss, observed by few,

VU You could not do without me; That round the tree is creeping,
little birds that come and go, You like my head to rest on you,

_ You sing sweet songs about me; While I am idly sleeping.

’

Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature’s teaching. BRYANT’S Thanatops?s.

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218 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

SPARE THE TREES.

LAS, in how many places is the forest which once lent us shade, nothing
more than a memory. The grave and noble circle which adorned the
mountain is every day contracting. Where you come in hope of seeing life,
you find but the image of death. O, who will really undertake the defense of
the trees, and rescue them from senseless destruction? Who will eloquently
set forth their manifold mission, and their active and incessant assistance in the
regulation of the laws which rule our globe ? Without them, it seems delivered
over to blind destiny, which will involve it again into chaos. The motive
powers and purificators of the atmosphere through the respiration of their foli-
age, avaricious collectors to the advantage of future ages of the solar heat, it is
they which pacify the storm and avert its most disastrous consequences. In
the low-lying plains, which have no outlet for their waters, the trees, long be-
fore the advent of man, drained the soil by their roots, forcing the stagnant.
waters to descend and construct at a lower depth their useful reservoirs. And
now, on the abrupt declivities, they. consolidate the crumbling soil, check and
break the torrent, control the melting of the snows, and preserve to the |
meadows the fertile humidity which in due time. will overspread them with a
sea of flowers. And is not this enough? To watch over the life of the plant
and its general harmony, is it not to watch over the safety of humanity? The
tree, again, was created for the nurture of man, to assist him in his industries
and his arts. It is owing to the tree, to its soul, earth buried for so many cen-
turies, and now restored to light, that we have secured the wings of the steam
engine. Thank heaven for the trees! With my feeble voice I claim for them
the gratitude of man. MADAME MICHELET,

SPRING-TIME IS COMING.

HE spring-time is coming, the winter is past ;
The flowers are waking at last, at last.
Awake, little sleepers, from forest and field
Oh, sweet is the joy that to us you yield.

The birds sing out from each tree and bush ;

The violets listen with a sweet fragrant hush.

Oh, every thing that’s sleeping still awake, awake ;
To life and spring-time awake.

For when the world was new, the race that broke
Unfathered; from the soil or opening oak,
Lived most unlike the men of later times.
JUVENAL,

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THE ROBIN.

Y old Welch neighbor over the way
Crept slowly out in the sun of spring,

_ Pushed from her ears the locks of gray,

And listened to hear the robin sing.

Her grandson, playing at marbles, stopped,
And cruel in sport as boys will be,

Tossed a stone at the bird, who hopped
From bough to bough in the apple tree.

“ Nay!” said the grandmother; “ have you not heard,
My poor, bad boy! of the fiery pit,
And how, drop by drop, this merciful bird
Carries the water that quenches it ?

“ He brings cool dew in his little bill,
And lets it fall on the souls of sin ;
You can see the mark on his red breast still
Of fires that scorch as he drops it in.

“ My poor bron rhuddyn! my breast-burned bird,
Singing so sweetly from limb to limb,
Very dear to the heart of our Lord
Is he who pities the lost like him!” :

‘Amen!” I said to the beautiful myth ;
“ Sing, bird of God, in my heart as well;
Each good thought is a drop wherewith
To cool and lessen the fires of hell.

Prayers of love like rain drops fall,
Tears of pity are cooling dew,
And dear to the heart of our Lord are all

Who suffer like Him in the good they do!
WHITTIER.

The sounding cataract
Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock,
The mountain and the deep and gloomy wood,
_ Their colors and their forms, were then to me

An appetite.
, WORDSWORTH’'S 7intern Adbédey.

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE STORY OF “HIAWATHA.”

TRACED BY TREES AND SUNG BY BIRDS.

Arranged for the ‘‘ ARnor Day Manvat.,”
i dedicating a tree to the memory of LONGFELLOw, this “‘ story ” may be arranged for

an entire class or grade.

It is especially appropriate for high school and academic

grades, in cities and villages where but a single tree is to be planted by the class.

INTRODUCTION.

Should you ask me, whence these stories ?

Whence these legends and traditions,
With the odors of the forest,
With the dew and damp of meadows,
With the curling smoke of wigwams,
With the rushing of great rivers,
With their frequent repetitions,
And their wild reverberations,
As of thunder in the mountains?
I should answer, I should tell you, -
‘‘From the forests and the prairies.” __
# * % * *
Should you ask where Nawadaha
Found these songs, so wild and wayward,
Found these legends and traditions,
I should answer, I should tell you,
‘*In the birds’-nests of the forest,
In the lodges of the beaver,
In the hoof-prints of the bison,
In the eyry of the eagle!
* * * * *
“In the Vale of Tawasentha,
In the green and silent valley,
By the pleasant water-courses,
Dwelt the singer Nawadaha.
‘Roundabout the Indian village
Spread the meadows and the cornfields,
And beyond them stood the forest,
Stood the groves of singing pine trees,
Green in summer, white in winter,
Ever sighing, ever singing.
* * * * *
Ye who love the haunts of nature,
Love the sunshine of the meadow,
Love the shadow of the forest,
Love the wind among the branches,
And the rain-shower and the snow-storm,
And the rushing of great rivers
Through their palisades of pine trees,
And the thunder in the mountains,
Whose innumerable echoes
Flap like eagles in their eyries:

Listen to these wild traditions,
To this Song of Hiawatha !

THE PEACE PIPE.

From the red stone of the quarry
With his hand he broke a fragment,
Moulded it into a pipe head,

Shaped and fashioned it with figures;
From the margin of the river

Took a long reed for a pipe-stem,
With its dark green leaves upon it;
Filled the pipe with bark of willow,
With the bark of the red willow;
Breathed upon the neighboring forest,
Made its great boughs chafe together,
Till in flame they burst and kindled;
And erect upon the mountains,
Gitchie Manito, the mighty,

Smoked the calumet, the Peace Pipe,

As a signal to the nations.
s “ s * *

THE EAST WIND.
Lonely in the sky was Wabun;

_ Though the birds sang gayly to him,

Though the wild-flowers of the meadow
Filled the air with odors for him,
Though the forests and the rivers

Sang and shouted at his coming,

Still his heart was sad within him,

For he was alone in heaven.

But one morning, gazing earthward,
While the village still was sleeping,
And the fog lay on the river,

Like a ghost, that goes at sunrise,
He beheld a maiden walking

All alone upon a meadow,
Gathering water-flags and rushes
By a river in the meadow,

Every morning, gazing earthward,
Still the first thing he beheld there
Was her blue eyes looking at him,

Two blue lakes among the rushes.
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THE NORTH WIND.

But the fierce Kabibonokka
Had his dwelling among icebergs, -
In the. everlasting snow-drifts,
In the kingdom of Wabasso,
In the land of the White Rabbit.
He it was whose hand in autumn
Painted all the trees with scarlet,
Stained the leaves with red and yellow;
He it was who sent the snow-flakes,
Sifting, hissing through the forest,
Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers,
Drove the loon and sea-gull southward,
Drove the cormorant and curlew
To their nests of sedge and sea-tang
In the realms of Shawondasee.

HIAWATHA’S CHILDHOOD.
By the shores of Gitchie Gumee
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.
Dark behind it rose the forest,
Rose the black and gloomy pine trees,
‘Rose the firs with cones upon them:
Bright before it beat the water,
Beat the clear and sunny water,
Beat the shining Big-Sea- Water.
* = s - >
At the door on summer evenings
Sat the little Hiawatha;
Heard the whispering of the pine treca,
Heard the lapping of the water,
Sounds of music, words of wonder;
**Minne-wawa !” said the pine trees,
‘ Mudway-aushka!” said the water.
* * * * *
Then Iagoo the great boaster,
He the marvelous story-teller,
He the traveler and the talker
He the friend of old Nokomis,
Made a bow for Hiawatha;
From a branch of ash he made it,
From an oak bough made the arrows,
Tipped with flint, and winged with fearness,
And the chord he made of deer-skin.
‘Then he said to Hiawatha:
**Go my son, into the forest,
Where the red deer herd together,
Kill for us a famous roe buck,

Kill for us a deer with antlers !”

Forth into the forest straightway
All alone walked Hiawatha
Proudly, with his bow and arrows;
and the birds sang round him, o’er him,
**Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!”
Sang the robin, the Opeechee,
Sang the bluebird the Owaissa,
“Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!”

Up the oak tree, close beside him,
Sprang the squirrel, Adjidaumo,
In and out among the branches,
Coughed and chattered from the oak iree,
Laughed, and said between his laughing,
**Do not shoot rae, Hiawatha!”

And the zaboit from his pathway
Leaped aside, aud at a distance

’ Sat erect uyou his haunches,

Half ir, far and half in frolic,

Saviu.g to the little hunter,

“* Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!” ;
But he heeded not, nor heard them,

f st his thoughts were with the red deer.
* : 1d * += *

4FTER THE BATTLE WITH MUDJEKEEWIS.
The Meeting with ** Laughing-Water.’
Homeward now went Hiawatha;
feasant was the landscape round him,
Pleasant was the air above him,
For the bitterness of anger
Yad departed wholly from him,
From his brain the thought of vengeance,
From his heart the burning fever.
Only once his pace he slackened,
<Jnly once he paused or halted,
Paused to purchase heads of arrows,
Of the ancient arrow-maker,
in the land of the Dacotahs,
Where the Falls of Minnehaha
Flash and gleam among the oak trees
Laugh and leap into the valley.
* * * * *
With him dwelt his dark-eyed daughter,
Wayward as the Minnehaha,
With her moods of shade and sunshine,
Eyes that smiled and frowned alternate,
‘Feet as rapid as the river,
Tresses flowing like the water,
And as musical a laughter;

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And he named her from the river,
From the waterfall he named her,
Minnehaha, Laughing- Water.
* + %* * *
HIAWATHA’S FASTING.
You shall hear how Hiawatha
Prayed and fasted in the forest,
Not for greater skill in hunting,
Not for greater craft in fishing,
Not for triumphs in the battle
And renown among the warriors,
But for profit of the people,
For advantage of the nations.
THE MAIZE.
After wrestling with Mondamin.
Homeward then went Hiawatha
To the lodge of old Nokomis,
And the seven days of his fasting
Were accomplished and completed.
But the place was not forgotten
Where he wrestled with Mondamin;
Nor forgotten nor neglected
Was the grave where lay Mondamin.
Sleeping in the rain and sunshine,

Where his scattered plumes and garments

Faded in the rain and sunshine,

Day by day did Hiawatha
Go to wait and watch beside it;

Kept the dark mould soft above it,
Kept it clean from weeds and insects,
Drove away, with scoffs and shoutings
Kahgahgee, the king of ravens,

Till at length a small green feather
From the earth shot slowly upward,
Then another, and another,

And before the summer ended

Stood the maize in all its beauty,
With its shining robes about it,

And its long soft yellow tresses;

And in rapture Hiawatha

Cried aloud, ‘‘It is Mondamin !

Yes, the friend of man, Mondamin !”

Then he called to old Nokomis
And Iagoo the great boaster,

THE SWEET SINGER,
Most beloved by Hiawatha
Was the gentle Chibiabos,
He the best of all musicians,
He the sweetest of all singers.
‘Beautiful and childlike was he,
‘Brave as man is, soft as woman,
Pliant as a wand of willow,
Stately as a deer with antlers.
When he sang, the village listened;
All the warriors gathered round him;
All the women came to hear him;
Now he stirred their souls to passion,
Now he melted them to pity.
From the hollow reeds he fashioned
Flutes so musical and mellow,
‘That the brook, the Sebowisha,
Ceased to murmur in the woodland,
That the wood-birds ceased from singing,
And the squirrel, Adjidaumo,
Ceased his chatter in the oak tree,
And the rabbit, the Wabasso, ~
Sat upright to look and listen.
Yes, the brook, the Sebowisha,
Pausing, said, ““O Chibiabos,
Teach my waves to flow in music,
Softly as your words in. singing !”
Yes, the bluebird, the Owaissa,
--Envious said, ‘‘O Chibiabos,
Teach me tones as wild and wayward,
Teach me songs as full of frenzy !”
Yes, the robin, the Opeechee,
Joyous said, ‘‘O Chibiabos, _
Teach me tones as sweet and tender,
Teach me songs as full of gladness !”
And the whippoorwill, Wawonaissa,
Sobbing, said, ‘‘ O Chibiabos,
Teach me tones as melancholy,
Teach me songs as full of sadness!”
All the many sounds of nature
Borrowed sweetness from his singing;
All the hearts of men were softened
By the pathos of his music;
For he sang of peace and freedom,

Showed them where the maize was growing, Sang of beauty, love and longing;

Told them of his wondrous vision,
Of his wrestling and his triumph,
Of this new gift to the nations,

Which should be their food forever.
* * ° * *.

Sang of death and life undying
In the Islands of the Blessed,
In the kingdom of Ponemah
In the land of the Hereafter.

S “*Lazy Kwasind !” said his father,

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KWASIND.

‘* Lazy Kwasind '” said his mother
“‘In my work you never help me! Thus aloud cried Hiawatha
In the summer you are roaming In the solitary forest.

_Idly in the fields and forests.” , ? . “=
> ‘ss * > . And the tree with all its branches

Rustled in the breeze of morning,

Saying with a sigh of patience,

** Take my cloak, O Hiawatha!”

Snapped asunder every arrow; With his knife the tree he girdled;

_ Yet come with me to the forest, Just beneath its lowest branches,

You shall bring the hunting homeward.” Just above the roots he cut it,

Down a narrow pass they wandered, _ Till the sap came oozing outward ;
Where a brooklet led them onward, Down the trunk, from top to bottom,
Where the trail of deer and bison Sheer he cleft the bark asunder,

Marked the soft mud on the margin, With a wooden wedge he raised it,
Till they found all further passage Stripped it from the trunk unbroken.
Shut against them, barred securely **Give me of your boughs, O Cedar!
____ By the trunks of trees uprooted, Of your strong and pliant branches,
a Lying lengthwise, lying crosswise My canoe to make more steady,
> And forbidding further passage. Make more strong and firm beneath me!”

And the sun is warm in heaven,
And you need no white-skin wrapper !”

-“*Tn the hunt you never help me; -
Every bow you touch is broken,

** O’er these logs we cannot clamber;

Not a squirrel clamber o’er them !”
_ And straightway his pipe he lighted,

___ And sat down to smoke and ponder.

But before his pipe was finished,
Lo! the path was cleared before him;

___ All the trunks had Kwasind lifted,

To the right hand, to the left hand,

Shot the pine trees swift as arrows,

‘Hurled the cedars light as lances.

_* = * * =

HIAWATHA’S SAILING.
Building the Birch Canoe.

____ Of your yellow bark, O birch tree!
_ Growing by the rushing river,
Tall and stately in the valley !

Ta light canoe will build me,

Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing,

__ Thou shalt float upon the river,

_ Like a yellow leaf in autumn,
Like a yellow water lily!

. Lay aside your white-skin wrapper,
For the summer time is coming,

“© We must go back,” said the old man,

Not a woodchuck could get through them,

** Lay aside your cloak, O birch tree!

Through the summit of the Cedar -

Went a sound, a cry of horror,

Went a murmur of resistance ,

But it whispered, bending downward,
“* Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!”

Down he hewed the boughs of Cedar,

Shaped them straightway to a framework,
Like two bows he formed and shaped them,
Like two bended bows together.

“ Give me of your roots, O Tamarack!

Of your fibrous roots, O Larch tree!
My canoe to bind together,

So to bind the ends together

That the water may not enter,

That the river may not wet me!”

And the Larch, with all its fibres,

“‘Give me of your bark, O birch tree! Shivered in the air of morning,
Touched his forehead with its tassels,
Said, with one long sigh of sorrow,
** Take them all, O Hiawatha! ”

From the earth he tore the fibres,

Tore the tough roots of the Larch tree,
Closely sewed the bark together,
Bound it closely to the framework.

** Give me of your balm, O Fir tree!

Of your balsam and your resin,
So to close the seams together
That the water may not enter,

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That the river may not wet me!”

And the Fir tree tall and sombre,
Sobbed through all its robes of darkness
Rattled like.a shore with pebbles,
Answered wailing, answered weeping,
“Take my balm, O, Hiawatha!”

And he took the tears of balsam,
Took the resin of the Fir tree,

Smeared therewith each seam and fissure,

?

Made each crevice safe from water.
* * * *
Thus the Birch Canoe was builded
In the valley, by the river,
In the bosom of the forest ;
And the forest’s life was in it,

*

All its mystery and its magic,

All the lightness of the birch tree,
All the toughness of the cedar,
All the larch’s supple sinews;
And it floated on the-river

Like a yellow leaf in autumn,
Like a yellow water-lily.

HIAWATHA AND THE PEARL FEATHER.
The Battle with Megissog-won.— The Woodpecker.
Then began the greatest battle
That the sun had ever looked on,
That the war-birds ever witnessed.
* * * *
Till at sunset Hiawatha
Leaning on his bow of ash tree,
Wounded, weary, and desponding,
With his mighty war-club broken,
With his mittens torn and tattered,
And three useless arrows only,
Paused to rest beneath a pine tree,
From whose branches trailed the mosses,
And whose trunk was coated over
With the Dead-man's Moccasin-leather,
With the fungus white and yellow.
Suddenly from the boughs above him
Sang the Ma’ma, the woodpecker:
** Aim your arrows, Hiawatha,
At the head of Megissog’won,
Strike the tuft of hair upon it,
At their roots the long black tresses ;
There alone can he be wounded!”

Swift flew Hiawatha’s arrow,

* * * * *

Swifter flew the second arrow,

* * * * %
But the third and latest arrow
Swiftest flew, and wounded sorest.
+ * *% * *

At the feet of Hiawatha

Lifeless lay the great Pearl-feather,

Lay the mightiest of Magicians.
Then the grateful Hiawatha

Called the Ma’ma, the woodpecker,

From his perch among the branches

Of the melancholy pine tree,

And, in honor of his service,

Stained with blood the tuft of feathers

On the little head of Ma’ma;

Even to this day he wears it,

Wears the tuft of crimson feathers,

As a symbol of his service.

HIAWATHA’S WOOING.

Thus departed Hiawatha
To the land of the Dacotahs,
To the land of handsome women ;
Striding over moor and meadow,
Through interminable forests,
Through uninterrupted silence.

With his moccasins of magic,
At each stride a mile he measured;
Yet the way seemed long before him,
And his heart outrun his footsteps;
And he journeyed without resting,
Till he heard the cataract’s laughter,
Heard the falls of Minnehaha

Calling to him through the silence.

* * * * *

She was thinking of a hunter,
From another tribe and country,
Young and tall and very handsome,
Who, one morning, in the Spring-time,
Came to buy her father's arrows,
Sat and rested in the wigwam, ©
Lingered long about the doorway,
Looking back as he departed.

* * * *
Would he come again for arrows
To the Falls of Minnehaha ?

On the mat her hands lay idle,
And her eyes were very dreamy. [step,
Through their thoughts they heard a foot-

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Heard a rustling in the branches,
And with glowing cheek and forehead,
With the deer upon his shoulders,
Suddenly from out the woodlands
Hiawatha stood before them.

*= * * * *
Thus continued Hiawatha,
And then added, speaking slowly,
‘“<That this peace may last forever,
And our hands be clasped more closely,
And our hearts be more united,
Give me as my wife this maiden,
Minnehaha, Laughing Water,
Loveliest of Dacotah women!”

* * * 5 * *

And the lovely Laughing Water

Seemed more lovely, as she stood there,
Neither willing or reluctant,
As she went to Hiawatha,
Softly took the seat beside him,
While she said, and blushed to say it,
**T will follow you my husband!”

* * * * *

Pleasant was the journey homeward,

‘Through interminable forests,

_ Over meadow, over mountain,

Over river, hill and hollow.
* * * * *

Over wide and rushing rivers
In his arms he bore the maiden;
Light he thought her as a feather,,
As the plume upon his head-gear;
Cleared the tangled pathway for her,
Bent aside the swaying branches,
Made at night a lodge of branches,
And a bed with boughs of hemlock,
And a fire before the doorway

With the dry cones of the pine tree.

* * * * *
Thus it was that Hiawatha
To the lodge of old Nokomis
Brought the moonlight, starlight, firelight.
Brought the sunshine of his people.

THE WEDDING FEAST.
Sumptuous was the feast of Nokomis
Made at Hiawatha's wedding;
All the bowls were made of bass wood,
__ White and polished very denetbl,

All the spoons of horn of bison,
Black and polished very smoothly.
She had sent through all the village
Messengers with wands of willow,
As a sign of invitation

As a token of the feasting.

THE TRANSFORMATION OF OSSEO.

Iagoo's Story.
** Hear the story of Osseo.
= s - o -

In the Northland lived a hunter

With ten young and comely daughters
Tall and lithe as wands of willow;
Only Oweenee, the youngest,

She the wilful and the wayward,

She the silent dreamy maiden,

Was the fairest of the sisters.

** All these women married warriors,
Married brave and haughty husbands ;
Only Oweenee, the youngest,
Laughed and flouted all her lovers.
All her young and handsome suitors
And then married old Osseo.

= = * * *

‘Ah, but beautiful within him
Was the spirit of Osseo.

* * * * *

**Once to some great feast invited,
Through the damp and dusk of evening
Walked together the ten sisters,
Walked together with their husbands;
Slowly followed old Osseo,

With fair Oweenee beside him;
All the others chatted gayly,
These two only walked in silence.

** At the western sky Osseo

Gazed intent as if imploring,
* = * = =
*‘And they heard him murmur softly,
*“** Pity, pity me, my father!’
*** Listen !’ said the eldest sister,

‘ He is praying to his father !’

* * * * =
‘*And they laughed till all the forest
Rang with their unseemly laughter.
** On their pathway through the wood-
lands
Lay an oak by storms uprooted,

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Lay the great trunk of an oak tree,

Buried half in leaves and mosses,

Mouldering, crumbling, huge and hollow.

And Osseo, when he saw it,

Gave a shout, a cry of anguish,

Leaped into its yawning cavern,

At one end went inan old man,

Wasted, wrinkled, old and ugly,

From the other came a young man,

Tall and straight and strong and handsome,
‘* Thus Osseo was transfigured,

Thus restored to youth and beauty.”
* * * i % *

BLESSING THE CORN FIELDS.
Once when all the maize was planted,
Hiawatha, wise and thoughtful,
Spake and said to Minnehaha,
To his wife, the Laughing Water :
**'You shall bless to-night the corn-fields,
Draw a magic circle round them,
To protect them from destruction.”
* * + * %*
On the tree-tops near the corn-fields
Sat the hungry crows and ravens,
Kahgahgee, the King of Ravens,
With his band of black marauders,
And they laughed at Hiawatha,
Till the tree-tops shook with laughter,
With their melancholy laughter,
At the words of Hiawatha.
* # * * *
And the merry Laughing Water
Went rejoicing from the wigwam,
With Nokomis, old and wrinkled,
And they called the women round them,
Called the young men and the maidens,
To the harvest of the corn-fields,
To the husking of the maize-ear.
On the border of the forest,
Underneath the fragrant pine trees,
Sat the old men and the warriors
Smoking in the pleasant shadow.
In uninterrupted silence
Looked they at the gamesome labor
Of the young men and the women;
Listened to their noisy talking.
To their laughter and their singing,
Heard them chattering like the magpies,

Heard them laughing like the blue jays,
Heard them singing like the robins.
And whene’er some lucky maiden
Found a red ear in the husking,
Found a maize-ear red as blood is,
‘*Nushka !” cried they altogether,
‘*Nushka ! you shall have a sweetheart,
You shall have a handsome husband !”
*“Ugh!” the old men all responded,

From their seats beneath the pine trees.
* * %* * *

PICTURE WRITING.
And the last of all the figures
Was a heart within a circle,
Drawn within a magic circle;
And the image had this meaning:
‘* Naked lies your heart before me,
To your naked heart I whisper!”
Thus it was that Hiawatha,
In his wisdom taught the people
All the mysteries of painting,
All the art of picture writing,
On the smooth bark of the birch tree,
On the white skin of the reindeer,
On the grave-posts of the village.

HIAWATHA’S LAMENTATION.
Death of Chibiabos.
Once when Peboan, the winter,

Roofed with ice the Big-Sea-Water,
When the snow-flakes, whirling downward,
Hissed among the withered oak-leaves,
Changed the pine trees into wigwams,
Covered all the earth with silence,—
Armed with arrows, shod with snow-shoes,
Heeding not his brother’s warning,
Fearing not the Evil Spirits, ;
Forth to hunt the deer with antlers
All alone went Chibiabos.

* #* % ¥ *

But beneath, the Evil Spirits,

Lay in ambush, waiting for him,
Broke the treacherous ice beneath him,
Dragged him downward to the bottom,

* * * * oa
Drowned him in the deep abysses
Of the lake of Gitchie Gumee.
From the headlands Hiawatha

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; a Sent forth such a wail of anguish, Saw the form of Pau-Puk-Keewis
Such a fearful lamentation, Glide into the soft blue shadow |
‘That the bison paused to listen, Of the pine trees of the forest;

* * * * *

_ “*He is dead, the sweet musician !
_ He the sweetest of all singers !
3a He has gone from us forever,
He has moved a little nearer
To the Master of all music,
) the Master of all singing !
my brother, Chibiabos !” =!
. * And the melancholy fir trees

%. their dark green fans above him,
oS “Waved their purple cones above him,
_ Sighing with him to console him,
_ Mingling with his lamentation
_ Their complaining, their lamenting.
_ Came the spring, and all the forest
‘2 ‘ ked in vain for Chibiabos;
Sega the rivulet, Sebowisha,
‘A d the rushes in the meadow.

‘ Sang the bluebird, the Owaissa,
Chibiabos ! Chibiabos !
e isdead the sweet musician !”
_ From the wigwam sang the robin,
Sang the robin, the Opechee,
__ “Chibiabos! Chibiabos !
5 Heis dead, the sweetest singer!”
_ And at night through all the forest

Went the whippoorwill complaining,

| Wailing went the Wawanaissa,
_ **Chibiabos ! Chibiabos !
3 2 is dead, the sweet musician !
e the sweetest of all singers !”

’ PAU-PUK-KEEWIS.
_____ Then departed Pau-Puk-Keewis
F oe singing through the forest,

g gayly to the squirrels,
van hollow boughs above him

ting gayly to the wood-birds,
pee out the leafy darkness
wered with a song as merry.

wm 3 * * * *

A es the wary Hiawatha
Sag figure ere it vanished,

= _ And the wolves howled from the prairies.

Esty the tree-tops sang the bluebird,

Toward the squares of white beyond it,
Toward an opening in the forest,
Like a wind it rushed and panted,

- Bending all the boughs before it,

And behind it, as the rain comes,
Came the steps of Hiawatha.
* = = * =

And so near he came, so near him,
That his hand was stretched to seize him,
His right hand to seize and hold him,
When the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis
Whirled and spun about in circles,
Fanned the air into a whirlwind,
Danced the dust and leaves about him,
And amid the whirling eddies
Sprang into a hollow oak tree,
Changed himself into a serpent,
Gliding out through root and rubbish.

With his right hand Hiawatha
Smote amain the hollow oak tree,
Rent it into shreds and splinters,
Left it lying there in fragments.
But in vain; for Pau-Puk-Keewis,
Once again in human figure,
Full in sight ran on before him,
Sped away in gust and whirlwind.

THE DEATH OF KWASIND.

Now this wondrous strength of Kwasind
In his crown alone was seated;
In his crown too was his weakness;
There alone could he be wounded,
Nowhere else could weapon pierce him,
Nowhere else could weapon harm him.

Even there the only weapon
That could wound him, that could slay him,
Was the seed-cone of the pine-tree,
Was the blue-cone of the fir tree.
This was Kwasind’s fatal secret,
Known to no man among mortals;
But the cunning Little People,
The Puk-Wudijies, knew the secret,
Knew the only way to kill him.

*= * = * *

At the first blow of their war clubs,
Fell a drowsiness on Kwasind;
At the second blow they smote him,

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Motionless his paddle rested; Forth they went into the forest,
At the third, before his vision Bringing fire-wood to the wigwam,
Reeled the landscape into darkness, Bringing pine-cones for the burning,
Very sound asleep was Kwasind. Always sad and always silent.
So he floated down the river, * * * % *
Like a blind man seated upright,
Floated down the Taquamenaw, THE FAMINE.
Underneath the trembling birch trees, Forth into the empty forest
Underneath the wooded headlands, Rushed the maddened Hiawatha;
Underneath the war encampment In his heart was deadly sorrow,
Of the pygmies, the Puk-Wudijies. In his face a stony firmness;

There they stood, all armed and wait- On his brow the sweat of anguish

ing Started, but it froze and fell not.

Hurled the pine-cones down upon him, Wrapped in furs and armed for hunting,
Struck him on his brawny shoulders, With his mighty bow of ash tree,
On his crown defenseless struck him. With his quiver full of arrows,
‘Death to Kwasind !” was the sudden With his mittens, Minjekahwun,
War-cry of the Little People. Into the vast and vacant forest

And he sideways swayed and tumbled, On his snow-shoes strode he forward.
Sideways fell into the river; ** Gitche Manito, the Mighty!”
Plunged beneath the sluggish water Cried he with his face uplifted
Headlong as an otter plunges; In that bitter hour of anguish,

And the birch canoe, abandoned, ‘*Give your children food, O father!
Drifted empty down the river, Give us food, or we must perish!
Bottom upward swerved and drifted: Give me food for Minnehaha,
Nothing more was seen of Kwasind. For my dying Minnehaha! ”

But the memory of the Strong Man Through the far resounding forest,
Lingered long among the people, Through the forest vast and vacant
And whenever through the forest Rang that cry of desolation,

Raged and roared the wintry tempest, But there came no other answer
And the branches, tossed and troubled, Than the echo of his crying,
Creaked and groaned and split asunder, Than the echo of the woodlands,

“ Kwasind!” cried they; ‘‘ that is Kwasind! ‘‘ Minnehaha! Minnehaha!”

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He is gathering in his fire-wood
DEATH OF MINNEHAHA,

THE GHOSTS, ’ In the wigwam with Nokomis,

Not a motion made Nokomis, With those gloomy guests, that watched her,
Not a gesture Laughing Water; With the Famine and the Fever,
Not a change came o’er their features; She was lying, the Beloved,
Only Minnehaha softly She the dying Minnehaha.
Whispered, saying, ‘‘ They are famished; “Hark!” she said; ‘‘I hear a rushing,
Let them do what best delights them; Hear a roaring and a rushing,
Let them eat, for they are famished.” Hear the Falls of Minnehaha

Many a daylight dawned and dark- Calling to me from a distance!”

ened, ‘No, my child!” said old Nokomis,

Many a night shook off the daylight ‘’Tis the night-wind in the pine trees!”
As the pine shakes off the snowflakes Cyt “a Sd . .
From the midnight of its branches; Homeward hurried Hiawatha,
Day by day the guests unmoving 6 is i Wp
Sat there silent in the wigwam; And he rushed into the wigwam,

But by night, in storm or starlight, Saw the old Nokomis slowly

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Rocking to and fro and moaning,
Saw his lovely Minnehaha
Lying dead and cold before him,
And his bursting heart within him
Uttered such a cry of anguish,
That the forest moaned and shuddered,
_ That the very stars in heaven
_ Shook and trembled with his anguish.
: Bie ae * * * *
Then they buried Minnehaha;
In the snow a grave they made her,
ia _ In the forest deep and darksome,
__ Underneath the moaning hemlocks;
_ Clothed her in her richest garments,
_ Wrapped her in her robes of ermine,
‘Covered her with snow, like ermine;
Thus they buried Minnehaha.

i. WHITE MAN’S FOOT.
_ In his lodge beside a river,
Close beside a frozen river,
Sat an old man, sad and lonely.
a * * * *
a All the coals were white with ashes,
And the fire was slowly dying,
Asa young man, walking lightly,
q _At the open doorway entered.
Red with blood of youth his cheeks were,
_ Soft his eyes, as stars in Spring-time,
_ Bound his forehead was with grasses,
‘Bound and plumed with scented grasses!
9 On his lips a smile of beauty,
_ Filling all the lodge with sunshine,
_ In his hand a bunch of blossoms

a Filling all the lodge with sweetness.

* * * * *

From his pouch he drew his peace-pipe,
he old and strangely fashioned;
_ Made of red stone was the pipe-head,
_ And the stem a reed with feathers;
4 Filled the pipe with bark of willow,
_ Placed a burning coal upon it,
_ Gave it to his guest, the stranger,
_ And began to speak in this wise:
; *“When I blow my breath about me,
_ When I breathe upon the landscape,
Motionless are all the rivers,
_ Hard as stone becomes the water!”

a

And the young man answered, smiling:

**When I blow my breath about me,
When I breathe upon the landscape,
Flowers spring up o’er all the meadows,
Singing, onward rush the rivers!”

‘* When I shake my hoary tresses,”
Said the old man, darkly frowning,

** All the land with snow is covered;
All the leaves from all the branches
Fall and fade and die and wither,
For I breathe, and lo! they are not.
From the waters and the marshes -
Rise the wild goose and the heron,
Fly away to distant regions,

For I speak, and lo! they are not.
And where’er my footsteps wander,
All the wild beasts of the forest
Hide themselves in holes and caverns,
And the earth becomes as flintstone!”

** When I shake my flowing ringlets,”
Said the young man, softly laughing,

** Showers of rain fall warm and welcome,
Plants lift up their heads rejoicing,
Back unto their lakes and marshes
Come the wild goose and the heron,
Homeward shoots the arrowy swallow,
Sing the bluebird and the robin,
And where’er my footsteps wander,
All the meadows wave with blossoms,
All the woodlands ring with music,
All the trees are dark with foliage! ”
Then the old man’s tongue was speechless
And the air grew warm and pleasant,
And upon the wigwam sweetly
Sang the bluebird and the robin,
And the stream began to murmur,
And a scent of growing grasses
Through the lodge was gently wafted.

And Segwun, the youthful stranger
More distinctly in the daylight
Saw the icy face before him;

It was Peboan, the Winter!

From his eyes the tears were flowing,
As from melting lakes the streamlets,
And his body shrunk and dwindled
As the shouting sun ascended,

Till into the air it faded,

Till into the ground it vanished,
And the young man saw before him,
On the hearth-stone of the wigwam,

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Where the fire had smoked and smouldered, Wheresoe’er they tread, beneath them

Saw the earliest flower of Spring-time. Springs a flower unknown among us,
“4 * Es" it Rites Spring the White-man’s Foot in blossom.
Thus it was that in the North-land
After that unheard-of coldness, FAREWELL TO HIAWATHA.
That intolerable Winter, ; And they said. ‘‘ Farewell forever!”
Came the Spring with all its splendor, Said, ‘‘ Farewell, O Hiawatha!”
All its birds and all its blossoms, And the forests, dark and lonely,
All its flowers and leaves and grasses. Moved through all their depths of darkness,
# # * # * Sighed, “ Farewell, O Hiawatha!”
**Gitche Manito the Mighty, And the waves upon the margin
The Great Spirit, the Creator, Rising, rippling on the pebbles,
Sends them hither on his errand, Sobbed, ‘‘ Farewell, O Hiawatha! ”
Sends them to us with his message. And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,
Whereso’er they move, before them From her haunts among the fen-lands,
Swarms the stinging-fly, the Ahmo. Screamed, ‘‘ Farewell, O Hiawatha!”
Swarms the bee, the honey-maker; LONGFELLOW.

THE. VIOLET.

IOLET! sweet violet! Out on it! no foolish pining
V Thine eyes are full of tears; For the sky
Are they wet Dims thine eye,
Even yet Or for the stars so calmly shining;
With the thought of other years? Like thee let this soul of mine
Or with gladness are they full, Take hue from that wherefor I long,
For the night so beautiful, Self-stayed and high, serene and strong,
And longing for those far-off spheres ? Not satisfied with hoping — but divine.
Thy little heart, that hath with love Violet! dear violet!
Grown colored like the sky above, Thy blue eyes are only wet
On which thou lookest ever,— With joy and love of Him who sent thee,
Can it know And for the fulfilling sense
All the woe - Of that glad obedience
Of hope for what returneth never, Which made thee all that Nature meant
All the sorrow and the longing thee.
To these hearts of ours belonging ? LOWELL.

THE FIR TREE.

H ARK, hark! What does the Fir tree say? Creak, creak! Listen! ‘‘ Be firm, be true,

Standing still all night, all day— The winter's frost and the summer’s dew
Never a moan from over his way. Are all in God’s time, and all for you.
Green through all the winter’s gray— Only live your life, and your duty do,
What does the steadfast Fir tree say? And be brave, and strong, steadfast and true.”
Chautauguan, March, 1884. LUELLA CLARK.

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e Written for the “Artor Day Manvat.”

A HOME BY THE WARM SOUTHERN SEA.*

H, give me a home by the warm Southern sea!
0 Where the playful waves bring a kind respite to me,
And from New Year's till March the jessamine bloom
Fills the eye with its beauty, and the air with perfume;
While I almost can hear the tinkle and swell
Of the dear little yellow jessamine bell,
As it swings on its vine from the top of a tree,
And exultantly shakes its bright petals at me.

Oh, give me a home by the warm Southern sea !
Where the Cherokee rose climbs the palmetto tree,
And sweetly peeps forth through perennial green
Bedecking the months ‘twixt the fair jessamine
And the magnolia grand, the queen of the May,
The tree of the Southland, the pride of the day,
The fountain of odors which scatter and fill

The fair summer flowers, and sweet daffodil.

Oh, give me a home by the warm Southern sea!
Where the jubilant sunbeams dance o’er the lea,
Where with oars idly dropped, I float with the tides,
Or rest in wild hammocks which nature provides;
While vines, creeping vines, come forth in an hour,
And noiselessly twine me a summerland bower;
Then opening soft eyes, speaking love and good will,
They twine and keep twining unweariedly still.

Oh, give me a home by the warm Southern sea!
Where lilies hang drooping from shrub and from tree,
Where fruits in all seasons hang luscious and rare,
Where from May to December the soft, balmy air
Brings a lazy delight to my soul as I lie
And list to the mocking-bird’s twitter and cry;
Till catching a glimpse of the gay holly tree
As it shakes its bright berries in radiant glee,
I am minded that Christmas, glad Christmas is near,
And that I have been dreaming for nearly a year.

St. Augustine, Fla. Mrs. B. C. RUDE.

No tree in all the grove but has its charms
Though each its hue peculiar. COWPER.

*Eprror Arsor Day Manvat — Please accept this little offering as a kindly link in the great chain of
_ €arnest effort which now connects the educational interests of the two halves of our one — whole — our
Union. HE AUTHOR.

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AL FRESCO. .

HE dandelions and buttercups

a Gild all the lawn; the drowsy bee
Stumbles among the clover tops,

And summer sweetens all but me:

Away, unfruitful lore of books,

For whose vain idiom we reject

The soul’s more native dialect,

Aliens among the birds and brooks,

Dull to interpret or conceive

What gospels lost the woods retrieve !
Away, ye critics, city-bred,

Who set man-traps of thus and so,

And in the first man’s footsteps tread,
Like those who toil through drifted snow !
Away, my poets, whose sweet spell

Can make a garden of a cell

I need ye not, for I to-day

Will make one long sweet verse of play.

Snap, chord of manhood's tenser strain !

To-day I will be a boy again; .

The mind’s pursuing element,

Like a bow slackened and unbent,

In some dark corner shall be leant.

The robin sings, as of old, from the limb!
The cat-bird croons in the lilac bush
Through the dim arbor, himself more dim,
Silently hops the hermit-thrush,

The withered leaves keep dumb for him;
The irreverent buccaneering bee
Hath-stormed and rifled the nunnery

Of the lily, and scattered the sacred floor
_With haste-dropt gold from shrine to door;
There, as of yore, .
The rich, milk-tingeing buttercup
Its tiny polished urn holds up,
Filled with ripe summer to the edge,
The sun in his own wine to pledge;
And our tall elm, this hundredth year
Doge of our leafy Venice here,

Who, with an annual ring, doth wed
The blue Adriatic overhead,
Shadows with his palatial mass
The deep canals of flowing grass.

O unestranged birds and bees !
O face of nature always true !
O never-unsympathizing trees !
O never-rejecting roof of blue,
Whose rash disherison never falls
On us unthinking prodigals,
Yet who convictest all our ills,
So grand and unappeasable !
Methinks my heart from each of these

‘Plucks part of childhood back again,

Long there imprisoned, as the breeze

Doth every hidden odor seize

Of wood and water, hill and plain;

Once more am I admitted peer

In the upper house of nature here,

And feel through all my pulses run

The royal blood of breeze and sun.
Upon these elm-arched solitudes

No hum of neighbor toil intrudes;

The only hammer that I hear

Is wielded by the woodpecker,

The single noisy calling his

In all our leaf-hid Sybaris;

The good old time, close-hidden here,

Persists, a loyal cavalier,

While Roundheads prim, with point of fox,

Probe wainscot-chink and empty box;

Here no hoarse-voice iconoclast

Insults thy statues, royal Past;

Myself too prone the axe to wield,

I touch the silver side of the shield

With lance reversed, and challenge peace,

A willing convert of the trees.

* * * * *

LOWELL.

The earth

Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill;
Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs

Whispered it to the woods.

MILtTon’s Paradise Lost.

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FLOWERS OF THE MAY.

“ CALLER! Who is it? **In nosegays you’ve bound them;
A To make me a visit, I'll guess where you found them:
Here comes little Milly ! These buds on the bough
How are you to-day ? Of the apple tree grew;
And, pray, let me ask it, And under the shadow
_ What is in your basket? Of ferns in the meadow
Ah! now I can see; You gathered these violets,
It is flowers of the May. Tender and blue.

** Your flower-bed, I fancy,
Has given this pansy;
And close by the road
Grew these buttercups wild.
O, flowers of the May, love,
Are sweet in their way, love;
But sweeter by far
Is a good little child. ”

SUNSHINE.
HE fitful April sunshine She makes the lowliest hovels,
Is welcome after rain; Like palaces of gold,

She fills the earth with beauty, Her hands are full of blessings, -

And lights it up again; More full than they can held:
Her golden wand uplifted There’s not a person sees her,

Sends raindrops scattering far, - But brighter grows his face,
And flowers spring to greet her, There is no guest so cheery

Each shining like a star. In every gloomy place.

There is a serene and settled majesty in wood land scenery that enters into
the soul, and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.

As the leaves of trees are said to absorb all noxious qualities of the air
and to breathe forth a purer atmosphere, so it seems to me as if they drew from
us all sordid and angry passions, and breathe forth peace and philanthropy.

There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of
forest trees. It argues, I think, a sweet and generous nature to have this
strong relish for the beauties of vegetation, and this friendship for the hardy
and glorious sons of the forest. There is a grandeur of thought connected with
this part of rural economy. It is, if I may be allowed the figure, the heroic line
of husbandry. It is worthy of liberal, and free-born, and aspiring men. He
__ who plants an oak, looks forward to future ages, and plants for posterity.
__ Nothing can be less selfish than this.

IRVING.

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THE FIRST FLOWERS.

OR ages on our river borders,
fk These tassels in their tawny bloom,
And willowy studs of downy silver,
Have prophesied of spring to come.

For ages have the unbound waters

Smiled on them from their pebbly hem,

And the clear carol of the robin

And song of bluebird welcomed them.

But never yet from smiling river,
Or song of early bird, have they
Been greeted with a gladder welcome
Than whispers from my heart to-day.

They break the spell of cold and darkness,

The weary watch of sleepless pain;
And from my heart as from the river,
The ice of winter melts again.
WHITTIER.

HYMN.

‘For the American Horticultural Society, 1882.)

PAINTER of the fruits and flowers,
We own Thy wise design,
Whereby these human hands of ours
May share the work of Thine!

Apart from Thee we plant in vain
The root and sow the seed;

Thy early and Thy later rain,
Thy sun and dew we need.

Our toil is sweet with thankfulness,
Our burden is our boon;

The curse of earth’s gray morning is
The blessing of its noon.

Why search the wide world everywhere
For Eden’s unknown ground ?
That garden of the primal pair
May nevermore be found.

But blest by Thee, our patient toil
May right the ancient wrong,

And give to every clime and soil
The beauty lost so long.

Our homestead flowers and fruited trees
May Eden’s orchard shame;
We taste the tempting sweets of these
Like Eve, without her blame.

And, north and south and east and west
The pride of every zone,

The fairest, rarest and the best
May all be made our own.

Its earliest shrines the young world sought
In hill-groves and in bowers,

The fittest offerings thither brought
Were Thy own fruits and flowers.

And still with reverent hands we cull
Thy gifts each year renewed;
The good is always beautiful,
The beautiful is good.

WHITTIER.

There never yet was flower fair in vain,

Let classic poets rhyme it as they will;
The seasons toil that it may blow again,

And summer’s heart doth feel its every ill.

LowELL.

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LINES.
(For the Agricultural and Horticultural Exhibition at Amesbury and Salisbury, Sept. 28, 1858.) ©
HIS day, two hundred years ago, And thanks that from our daily need
The wild grape by the river’s side, The joy of simple faith is born;
And tasteless groundnut trailing low, That he who smites the summer weed,
The table of the woods supplied. May trust Thee for the autumn corn.
Unknown the apple’s red and gold, Give fools their gold and knaves their power.
The blushing tint of peach and pear; Let fortune’s bubbles rise and fall;
The mirror of the Powow told Who sows a field or trains a flower,
No tale of orchards ripe and rare. Or plants a tree is more than all.
Wild as the fruits he scorned to till, For he who blesses most is blest;
These vales the idle Indian trod; And God and man shall own his worth
Nor knew the glad creative skill, Who toils to leave as his bequest
The joy of him who toils with God. An added beauty to the earth.
O painter of the fruits and flowers ! And, soon or late, to all that sow,
We thank thee for Thy wise design The time of harvest shall be given;
Whereby these human hands of ours The flower shall bloom, the fruit shall grow,
In nature’s garden work with Thine. If not on earth, at last in heaven.
WHITTIER.
THE OAKS.
A! ha! we've stemm’d the stream, And conq’ring armies, on their way,
A thousand years along Have paused beneath the arches gray;
Thy stormy course, O time! And age, with slow and faltering tread,
Sometimes in lightning’s gleam, Hath sought and blest the peaceful shade;
And the water’s rousing song, O, many an army on its way,
And thunder crash sublime. Hath paused beneath our arches gray.
From memory long have faded, And aye, with slow and faltering tread,
The nations of our childhood, Hath sought, hath blest the grateful shade;
And all the works of man, Then let the world roll,
In dust have laid, while we, No power shall control
_ Exulting toss our crown, Our song of a thousand years,
Of branches, hale and free. We'll join when wintry tempests blow,
We’ve seen the gentle child at play, And generations yet shall know
The maiden fair, the lover gay, The mighty song, amid thy stormy course,
And oft they sought, at evening hour, O time, our mighty song.
Our cool, leafy bower. J. C. Jounson.

Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm,

A sylvan scene! and as the ranks ascend,

Shade above shade, a woody theatre

Of stateliest view. MILTON.

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THE BLUSHING MAPLE TREE.

HEN on the world’s first harvest day, There ran through all the leafy wood
W The forest trees before the Lord A murmur and a scornful smile,
Laid down their autumn offerings But silent still the maple stood,

Of fruit in sunshine stored, And looked to God the while.
The maple only, of them all, And then, while fell on earth a hush,
Before the world’s great harvest King, So great it seemed like death to be,
With empty hands and silent stood — From His white throne the mighty Lord
She had no offering to bring; Stooped down and kissed the maple tree;
For in the early summer time, At that swift kiss there sudden thrilled,
While other trees laid by their hoard, In every nerve, thro’ every vein,
The maple winged her fruit with love, An ecstacy of joy so great
And sent it daily to the Lord. It seemed almost akin to pain.

And there before the forest trees,
Blushing and pale by turns she stood;
In ev’ry leaf, now red and gold,
She knew the kiss of God.
And still, when comes the autumn time,
And on the hills the harvest lies,
Blushing, the maple tree recalls
Her life’s one beautiful surprise.

A DREAM OF SUMMER.

So, in those winters of the soul,
By bitter blasts and drear, P

geal as the morning breath of June,
O’erswept from memory’s frozen pole,

The south-west breezes play;
And, through its haze, the winter noon

Seems warm as summer’s day.
The snow-plumed angel of the north
Has dropped his icy spear;
Again the mossy earth looks forth,

Again the streams gush clear.

The fox his hillside cell forsakes,
The muskrat leaves his nook,
The bluebird in the meadow brakes
Is singing with the brook.
“Bear up, O Mother Nature!” cry
Bird, breeze, and streamlet free;
“Our winter voices prophesy
Of summer days to thee

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Will sunny days appear.
Reviving hope and faith, they show
The soul its living powers,
And how beneath the winter’s snow

Lie germs of summer flowers !

The night is mother of the day,
The winter of the spring,
And ever upon old decay
The greenest mosses cling.
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
Through showers the sunbeams fall;
For God, who léveth all His works,
Has left His hope with all.
WHITTIER.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

od 2

AN INVITATION TO THE COUNTRY.

LREADY, close by our summer dwelling,
The Easter sparrow repeats her song;
A merry warbler, she chides the blossoms —
The idle blossoms that sleep so long.

The bluebird chants, from the elm’s long branches,
A hymn to welcome the budding year.

The south wind wanders from field to forest,
And softly whispers, “The spring is here.”

Come, daughter mine, from the gloomy city,
Before those lays from the elm have ceased; .
The violet breathes, by our door, as sweetly
As in the air of her native east.

Though many a flower in the wood is waking,
The daffodil is our doorside queen;

She pushes upward the sward already,
To spot with sunshine the early green.

No lays so joyous as these are warbled
From wiry prison in maiden’s bower;

No pampered bloom of the green-house chamber
Has half the charm of the lawn’s first flower.

Yet these sweet sounds of the early season,
And these fair sights of its sunny days,
Are only sweet when we fondly listen,
And only fair when we fondly gaze.
* * * * *

THE TREE:

1 love thee when thy swelling buds appear,

And one by one their tender leaves unfold,

As if they knew that warmer suns were near,

Nor longer sought to hide from winter’s cold ;
And when with darker growth thy leaves are seen
To veil from view the early robin’s nest,

I love to lie beneath thy waving screen,

With limbs by summer’s heat and toil oppress’d;
And when the autumn winds have stript thee bare,
And round thee lies the smooth, untrodden snow,
When naught is thine that made thee once so fair,
I love to watch thy shadowy form below,

And through thy leafless arms to look above

BRYANT.

On stars that brighter beam when most we need their love.
JONES VERY.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

UNDER THE OLD ELM.

ORDS pass as wind, but when great deeds were done

A power abides transfused from sire to son;
The boy feels deeper meanings thrill his ear,
That tingling through his pulse life-long shall run,
With sure impulsion to keep honor clear,
When, pointing down, his father whispers, “ Here,
Here, where we stand, stood he, the purely Great,
Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere,
Then nameless, now a power and mixed with fate.”
Historic town, thou holdest sacred dust,
Once known to men as pious, learned, just,
And one memorial pile that dares to last ;
But Memory greets with reverential kiss
No spot in all thy circuit sweet as this,
Touched by that modest glory as it past,
O’er which yon elm hath piously displayed
These hundred years its monumental shade.

Of our swift passage through this scenery _
Of life and death, more durable than we,
What landmark so congenial as a tree
Repeating its green legend every spring,
And, with a yearly ring,

Recording the fair seasons as they flee,

Type of our brief but still-renewed mortality ?
* Es * * LF * a

Beneath our consecrated elm
A century ago he stood,
Famed vaguely for that old fight in the wood
Whose red surge sought, but could not overwhelm
The life fore-doomed to wield our rough-hewn helm !—
From colleges, where now the gown
To arms hath yielded, from the town,
Our rude self-summoned levies flocked to see
The new-come chiefs and wonder which was he.
No need to question long; close-lipped and tall,
Long-trained in murder-brooding forests lone
To bridle other’s clamors and his own,
Firmly erect, he towered above them all,
The incarnate discipline that was to free
With iron curb that armed democracy.
LOWELL'S Cambridge Elm.

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APRIL.

TIS the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird
In the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard ;

For green-meadow grasses wide levels of snow,

And blowing of drifts where the crocus should blow;
Where wind-flower and violet, amber and white,
-On south-sloping brooksides should smile in the light,
O’er the cold winter-beds of their late-waking roots

The frosty flake eddies, the ice-crystal shoots ;

And, longing for light, under wind-driven heaps,

Round the boles of the pine wood the ground-laurel creeps,
Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers,

With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!
We wait for thy coming, sweet wind of the south !

For the touch of thy light wings, the kiss of thy mouth ;
For the yearly evangel thou bearest from God,
Resurrection and life to the graves of the sod!

Up our long river-valley, for days, have not ceased

The wail and the shriek of the bitter north-east,—

Raw and chill, as if winnowed through ices and snow,
All the way from the land of the wild Esquimau,—

Until all our dreams of the land of the blest

Like that red hunter’s, turn to the sunny south-west.

O soul of the spring-time, its light and its breath,

Bring warmth to this coldness, bring life to this death ;
Renew the great miracle; let us behold

The stone from the mouth of the sepulchre rolled,

And Nature, like Lazarus, rise, as of old!

Let our faith, which in darkness and coldness has lain,
Revive with the warmth and the brightness again,

And in blooming of flowers and budding of tree

The symbols and types of our destiny see;

The life of the spring-time, the life of the whole,

And, as sun to the sleeping earth, love to the soul!

WHITTIER.

I thank heaven every summer's day of my life that my lot was humbly cast
_ within the hearing of romping brooks, and beneath the shadow of oaks, and
- away from all the tramp and bustle of the world, into which fortune has led me in
these latter years of my life. I delight to steal away for days and for weeks to-
gether, and bathe my spirit in the freedom of the old woods, and to grow young
_____ again lying upon the brookside, and counting the white clouds that sail along
___ the sky, softly and tranquilly, even as holy memories go stealing over the vault
of life. DONALD G. MITCHELL.

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THE GLADNESS OF NATURE.

S this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ?

There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground squirrel gayly chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.

The clouds are at play in the azure space

And their shadows at play on the bright green vale.
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,

And there they roll on the easy gale.

There’s a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
There’s a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
There’s a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,

And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.

And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,
On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
Ay, look, and he’ll smile the gloom away.
BRYANT,

’Tis sweet, in the green spring,

To gaze upon the wakening fields around; _
Birds in the thicket sing,

Winds whisper, waters prattle from the ground.
A thousand odors rise,

Breathed up from blossoms of a thousand dyes.

Shadowy, and close and cool,

The pine and poplar keep their quiet nook ;
Forever fresh and full,

Shines, at their feet, the thirst-inviting brook;
And the soft herbage seems

Spread for a place of banquets and of dreams.
* > * * * *

From the Spanish of Villegas. BRYANT.

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UNDER THE WILLOWS.

_ * * * x * *
AY is a pious fraud of the almanac,

A ghastly parody of real spring
‘Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind;
Or if, o’er-confident, she trust the date,
And, with her handful of anemones,
Herself as shivery, steal into the sun,
The season need but turn his hour-glass round,
And winter suddenly, like crazy Lear,
Reels back, and brings the dead May in his arms,
Her budding breasts and wan dislustred front
With frosty streaks and drifts of his white beard
All overblown. Then warmly walled with books,
While my wood fire supplies the sun’s defect,
Whispering old forest-sagas in its dreams,
I take my May down from the happy shelf
Where perch the world’s rare song-birds in a row,
Waiting my choice to open with full breast,
And beg an alms of spring-time, ne’er denied
Indoors by vernal Chaucer, whose fresh woods
Throb thick with merle and mavis all the year.

July breathes hot, sallows the crispy fields,
Curls up the wan leaves of the lilac-hedge,
And every eve cheats us with show of clouds
That braze the horizon’s western rim, or hang
Motionless, with heaped canvas drooping idly,
Like a dim fleet by starving men besieged,
Conjectured half, and half described afar,
Helpless of wind, and seeming to slip back
Adown the smooth curve of the oily sea.

But June is full of invitations sweet,
Forth from the chimney’s yawn and thrice-read tomes
To leisurely delights and sauntering thoughts
That brook no ceiling narrower than the blue.
The cherry, drest for bridal, at my pane
Brushes, then listens, Will he come?
_ The bee,

All dusty as a miller, takes his toll
Of powdery gold and grumbles. What a day
To sun me and do nothing! Nay, I think
Merely to bask and ripen is sometimes
The student’s wiser business; the brain
That forages all climes to line its cells,

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Ranging both worlds on lightest wings of wish,
Will not distill the juices it has sucked ;

To the sweet substance of pellucid thought,
Except for him who hath the secret learned

To mix his blood with sunshine, and to take
The winds into his pulses. Hush! ’tis he!

My oriole, my glance of summer fire,

Is come at last, and, ever on the watch,
Twitches the pack-thread I had lightly wound
About the bough to help his housekeeping, —
Twitches and scouts by turns, blessing his luck,
Yet fearing me who laid it in his way,

Nor, more than wiser we in our affairs,
Divines the providence that hides and helps.
Heave, ho! Heave, ho! he whistles as the twine
Slackens its hold; once more, now! and a flash
Lightens across the sunlight to the elm

Where his mate dangles at her cup of felt.

Nor all his booty is the thread; he trails ©

My loosened thought with it along the air,
And I must follow, would I ever find

The inward rhyme to all this wealth of life.

* * * * * bd

I care not how men trace their ancestry,

To ape or Adam; let them please their whim ;
But I in June are midway to believe

A tree among my far progenitors,

Such sympathy is mine with all the race,
Such mutual recognition vaguely sweet

There is between us. Surely there are times
When they consent to own me of their kin,
And condescend to me, and call me cousin,
Murmuring faint lullabies of eldest time,
Forgotten, and yet dumbly felt with thrills
Moving the lips, though fruitless of the words.

And I have many a lifelong leafy friend,
Never estranged nor careful of my soul,
That knows I hate the axe, and welcomes me
Within his tent as if I were a bird.

* * * > Ba *

Among them one, an ancient willow, spreads
Eight balanced limbs, springing at once all round

‘His deep-ridged trunk with upward slant diverse,

In outline like enormous beaker, fit

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For hand of Jotun, where mid snow and mist
He holds unwieldy revel.
* x * * * ~*~

The friend of all the winds, wide-armed he towers
And glints his steely aglets in the sun.

* * * * “ and I
Will hold it true that in this willow dwells
The open-handed spirit, frank and blithe,
Of ancient Hospitality, long since
With ceremonious thrift bowed out of doors.

In June ’t is good to lie beneath a tree

While the blithe season comforts every sense,

Steeps all the brain in rest, and heals the heart

Brimming it o’er with sweetness unawares,

Fragrant and silent as that rosy snow

. Wherewith the pitying apple-tree fills up

And tenderly lines some last-year robin’s nest.
* * * * : * *

Each year to ancient friendships adds a ring,
As to an oak, and precious more and more,
Without deservingness or help of ours,

They grow, and, silent, wider spread, each year,
Their unbought ring of shelter or of shade.
Sacred to me the lichens on the bark,

While Nature’s milliners would scrape away;
Most dear and sacred every withered limb!

*T ’s good to set them early, for our faith

Pines as we age, and, after wrinkles come,

Few plant, but water dead ones with vain tears.

This willow is as old to me as life;
And under it full often have I stretched,
Feeling the warm earth like a thing alive,
And gathering virtue in at every pore
Till it possessed me wholly, and thought ceased,
Or was transfused in something to which thought
Is coarse and dull of sense. Myself was lost,
Gone from me like an ache, and what remained
Became a part of the universal joy.
My soul went forth, and, mingling with the tree,
Danced in the leaves; or floating in the cloud,
Saw its white double in the stream below. .

* * * * * =

LOWELL.

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TO THE DANDELION.

EAR common flower, that grow’st beside the way,
Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold

First pledge of blithesome May,

Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold,
High-hearted buccaneers, o’erjoyed that they
An Eldorado in the grass have found,
Which not the rich earth’s ample round
May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me
Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.

Gold such as thine ne’er drew the Spanish prow
Through the primeval hush of Indian seas,
Nor wrinkled the lean brow
Of age, to rob the lover’s heart of ease ;
"Tis the Spring’s largess, which she scatters now
To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand,
Though most hearts never understand
To take it at God’s value, but pass by
The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.

Thou art my tropics and mine Italy;
To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime ;
The eyes thou givest me
Are in the heart, and heed not space or time:
Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee
Feels a more summer-like warm ravishment
In the white lily’s breezy tent,
His fragrant Sybaris, than I, when first
From the dark green thy yellow circles burst.

Then think I of deep shadows on the grass,
Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze,
Where, as the breezes pass, ;
The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways,
Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass,
Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue
That from the distance sparkle through
Some woodland gap, and of a sky above,
Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.

My childhood’s earliest thoughts are linked with thee ;
The sight of thee calls back the robin’s song,
Who, from the dark old tree
Beside the door, sang clearly all day long,
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_ Listened as if I heard an angel sing
With news from heaven, which he could bring
Fresh every day to my untainted ears
When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.

How like a prodigal doth nature seem,

When thou, for all thy gold, so common art!
Thou teachest me to deem

More sacredly of every human heart,
Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam
Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show,

Did we but pay the love we owe,
And with a child’s undoubting wisdom look
On all these living pages of God’s book.

LOWELL.

TREES IN THE CITY.

7TXIS beautiful to see a forest stand,
Brave with its moss-grown monarchs and the pride

Of foliage dense, to which the south wind bland

Comes with a kiss, as lover to his bride ;
To watch the light grow fainter, as it streams

Through arching aisles, where branches interlace,
Where sombre pines rise o’er the shadowy gleams

Of silver birch, trembling with modest grace.

But they who dwell beside the stream and hill
Prize little treasures there so kindly given:
The song of birds, the babbling of the rill,
The pure unclouded light and air of heaven.
They walk as those who seeing, cannot see, _
Blind to this beauty even from their birth:
We value little blessings ever free;
We covet most the rarest things of earth.

But rising from the dust of busy streets
These forest children gladden many hearts;
As some old friend their welcome presence greets
The toil-worn soul, and fresher life imparts.
Their shade is doubly grateful when it lies
_ Above the glare which stifling walls throw back ;
Through quivering leaves we see the soft blue skies,
Then happier tread the dull, unvaried track. »
ALICE B. NEAL.

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INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD.

TRANGER, if thou hast learned a truth which needs

No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares,
To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood
And view the haunts of nature. The calm shade
Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze
That makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balm
To thy sick heart. Thou wilt find nothing here
Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men,
And made thee loath thy life. The primal curse
Fell, it is true, upon the unsinning earth,
But not in vengeance. God hath yoked to guilt,
Her pale tormentor, misery. Hence, these shades
Are still the abodes of gladness; the thick roof
Of green and stirring branches is alive
And musical with birds, that sing and sport
In wantonness of spirit; while below
The squirrel, with raised paws and form erect,
Chirps merrily. Throngs of insects in the shade
Try their thin wings and dance in the warm beam
That waked them into life. Even the green trees
Partake the deep contentment ; as they bend
To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky
Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene.

* * * - 4 BRYANT.

ee

I sit where the leaves of the maple,
And the gnarl’d and knotted gum,

Are circling and drifting around me,
And think of the time to come.

For the human heart is the mirror
Of the things that are near and far;
Like the wave that reflects in its bosom
The flower and the distant star.
ALICE Cary, The Time to Be.

Earth’s tall sons, the cedar, oak and pine,
Their parent’s undecaying strength declare.
Sir R. BLACKMORE.

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A FOREST SCENE.

KNOW a forest vast and old,
A shade so rich, so darkly green,
That morning sends her shaft of gold
_ In vain to pierce its leafy screén ;
I know a brake where sleeps the fawn,
The soft-eyed fawn, through noon’s repose ;
For noon with all the calm of dawn ;
Lies hush’d beneath those dewy boughs.

Oh, proudly then the forest kings

Their banners lift o’er vale and mount;
And cool and fresh the wild grass springs,

By lonely path, by sylvan fount;
There, o’er the fair leaf-laden rill,

The laurel sheds her cluster’d bloom,
_And throned upon the rock-wreathed hill

_ The rowan waves his scarlet plume.
EDITH May.

The forest trees are transient things and frail;
(So the book told me, ere I closed the page) ;
Last year the willow leaves were wan and pale;
I'll make to their last place a pilgrimage,
And changed, dead trees shall read a lesson sage
Of change and death. No paler than before
I found the willow leaves, nor sign of age
Within the woods; immortal green they wore,
And the strong, mighty roots the giant trunks upbore.
SaRAH S. Jacoss, The Changeless World.

‘Tis merry in greenwood, thus runs the old lay,
In the glatisome month of lively May,
When the wild bird’s song on stem and spray

Invites to forest bower;
Then rears the ash his airy crest
Then shines the birch in silver vest,
And the beech in glistening leaves is drest,
And dark between shows the oak’s proud breast,

Like a chieftain’s frowning tower.

Sir WALTER Scott, Harold the Dauntless.

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TREES OF THE BIBLE.

O less than five of the eight zones recognized by geographers are repre-
N sented within the limited area of Palestine. On the snow-capped peaks
of Lebanon, the climate approaches an Arctic severity, while the lower parts of
the Jordan valley experience a tropical heat. Between these extremes of tem-
perature we have the climates of the western coasts, the inland plains and low-
est hills, the higher uplands and the loftier table lands beyond Jordan. Out of
this strangely varied climate springs a corresponding complexity in the vege-
table life of the country. The paper reeds of Egypt, and the palms and
acacias of the desert are represented equally with the oaks, willows and junipers
of Europe. On the plains of the coast and the southern highlands, grow the
Aleppo pine, the myrtle and ilex, the gray olive, and the green arbutus, the
carob or locust tree, the orange and citron, the vine, the fig tree, and the
pomegranate. The bay and the oleaster flourish on the hills, and the streams
are overhung by the roseate blossoms of the oleander. On the rest of the table
lands, which constitute the greater part of Palestine, both east and west of the
Jordan, flourish pines and junipers, the terebinth, the almond, apricot, and
peach, the hawthorn and mountain ash, the ivy and honeysuckle, the wal-
nut and mulberry; oaks, poplars and willows, the majestic cedars of Lebanon,
the melancholy cypress, and the plane tree with its wide-spreading shade. In
the Jordan valley, the date palm flourished, — here grew the acacia and juniper
of Scripture.

The slopes of the two ranges of Lebanon and Anti-Lebanon, are terraced for
grain and a variety of fruit trees, ruddy orchards and groves of mulberry, the
characteristic tree of Lebanon,— oranges, peaches, apricots, plums, cherries
and almonds thrive at different elevations, according to their several ranges of
temperature. Here the vine and the pomegranate yield their rich products.
In the warmer and more sheltered spots, the palm and the olive, the fig and the
walnut find a congenial home; green oaks abound higher up on the mountain
side, and higher still, the pine, cypress and juniper crown the successive zones
of vegetation with their sombre foliage. On Lebanon, such northern species
as the mountain ash, the box and the barberry have found a refuge, while
humbler plants, like the wild rose, geranium and honeysuckle, impart a pleasing
aspect to the scene. And beside the many “streams from Lebanon,” willows
and poplars, the oriental plane, and the crimson oleander, with a mass of low-
lier vegetation, flourish as in Bible days.

Beyond Jordan, pine forests clothe the summits of*the highest hills ; lower
down, woods of evergreen oak adorn the park like scenery of ancient Gilead
and Bashan, and mingled with them the rich foliage of the myrtle, the arbutus,
and the carob or locust tree, varied with the pink and white blossoms of the
broom bush. :

The northern portion of Lake Huleh, the Biblical ‘“ Waters of Merom,” is cov-
ered by an immense tract of floating thickets of papyrus, and white and yellow
water lilies adorn the more open portions. A few palm trees grow near the end
of the lake, and Josepus alludes to these, and to the fact that walnuts, figs and

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Gennesareth, and the grass is gay with

Scripture Natural History.

GENESIS.

I, 11. And God said, Let the earth bring
forth the fruit tree, yielding fruit after
his kind.

12. And the earth brought forth the tree,
yielding fruit whose seed was in itself
after his kind. And God saw that it

"was good.

29. And God said, Behold I have given
you every tree in which is the fruit ofa
tree yielding seed; to you it shall be
for meat.

TI, 8. And the Lorp God planted a garden
eastward in Eden, and there He put the
man whom he had formed.

_g. And out of the ground made the
Lorp God to grow every tree that is
pleasant to the sight, and good for food;
the tree of life also in the midst of the
garden, and the tree of knowledge of
good and evil.

VI, 14. Make thee an oak of gopher-wood.

XVIIL, 2, 4, 5, 8. And Abraham looked,
and lo! three men stood by him and he
said, ‘‘ Rest yourselves under the tree,
and comfort ye your hearts.” And he
set before them, and he stood by them
while they did eat.

XXI, 33. And Abraham planted a grove in
Beersheba, and called there on the
name of the Lorp, the everlasting
God.

XAXIT, 17, 18. And the field of Ephron,

and all the trees that were in the field,

that were in all the borders round about

were made sure unto Abraham for a

possession.

olives flourish in this delightful district.

Oleanders fringe the sandy beach at
flowers of every hue.

From a country thus rich in diversities of climate, elevation, and natural pro-
ductions, the sacred writers were led to draw their supplies of imagery in the
composition of a world-wide tolume which we cherish as the ‘‘ Book of Books,”
and reverence as the Word of God to Man.

W. H. GRoseEr.

SCRIPTURE SELECTIONS.
MAY BE ARRANGED FOR A RESPONSIVE SERVICE.
(Words in parenthesis, Revised Version.)

XXX, 37- And Jacob took rods of green
poplar and of the hazel, and of the
chestnut tree (fresh poplar, and of the
almond, and of the plane tree).

XLIII, 11. Israel said, take of the best
fruits of the land in your vessels, and
carry down the man a present, a little
balm, and a little honey, spices, and
myrrh, nuts and almonds.

EXODUS.

XV, 27. And they came to Elim, where
were twelve wells (springs) of water,
and three score and ten palm trees; and
they encamped there by the water.

XXV, to. They shall make an ark of.
(acacia) wood.

NUMBERS.

XXIV, 6. As gardens by the river's side,
as trees of lign: aloes which the Lorp
hath planted, and as cedar trees beside
the waters.

DEUTERONOMY.

VIII, 7, 8, 9. For the Lorp thy God bring-
eth thee into a good land; a land of
brooks of water, of fountains and

depths that spring out of valleys and
hills; a land of wheat, and barley,
and vines, and fig trees, and pome-
granates; a land of oil, olive, and
honey ; a land wherein thou shalt eat
bread without scarceness, thou shalt
not lack any thing in it; a land whose
stones are iron, and out of whose hills
thou mayest dig brass.

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ScripturE SELEcTIONS--Continued.

XX, 19. For the tree of the field is man’s
life.

Il SAMUEL.
V, 24. When thou hearest the sound of a
going in the tops of the mulberry trees.

I KINGS.
IV, 29. And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much.

33. And he spake of trees from the cedar
tree that is in Lebanon even unto the
hyssop that springeth out of the wall.

X, 11. And the navy also of Hiram that
brought gold from Ophir brought in from
Ophir great plenty of almug (perhaps
sandal-wood) trees and precious stones.

12. And the king made of the almug
trees pillows for the house of the Lorn,
and for the king’s house, harps also,
and psalteries for singers; there came
no such almug trees, nor were seen
unto this day.

27. Solomon made cedars to be as the
sycamore trees that are in the vale for
abundance.

XIX, 5. He lay and slept under a juniper
tree.

I CHRONICLES.
XVI, 33. Then shall the trees of the wood
sing out at the presence of the Lorp.

JOB.

XIV, 7, 8,9. For there is hope of a tree, if
it be cut down, that it will sprout again,
and that the tender branch thereof will
not cease, though the root thereof wax
old in the earth; and the stock thereof
die in the ground; yet through the scent
of water it will bud and bring forth
boughs like a plant.

PSALMS,

I, 1, 2, 3. Blessed is the man whose delight
is in the law of the Lorp. He shall be
like a tree planted by the streams of
water that bringeth its fruit in its sea-
son, whose leaf also doth not wither,
and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

XXXVII, 35. I have seen the wicked in
great power, and spreading himself like
a green bay tree.

36. Yet he passed away, and, lo! he was
not; yea, I sought him, but he could
not be found.

XCII, 12. The righteous shall flourish like
the palm. tree; he shall grow like a
cedar in Lebanon.

CIV, 16, 17. The treés of the Lorn are full
of sap; the cedars of Lebanon which he
hath planted; where the birds make their
nests; as for the stork, the fir trees are
her house.

CXXXVII, 2. We hanged our harps upon
the willows in the midst thereof.

CXLVIII, 9. Mountains and all hills; fruit-
ful trees, and all cedars.

13. Let them praise the name of the
Lorp

PROVERBS,

III, 18. Wisdom is a tree of life to them
that lay hold upon her; and havpy is
every one that retaineth her.

XI, 30. The fruit of the righteous 1s a tree
of life.

XIII, 12. Hope deferred maketh the heart
sick; but when the desire cometh, it is
a tree of life.

XV, 4. A wholesome tongue isa tree of life.

ECCLESIASTES.
II, 5. I made me gardens and orchards, and
I planted trees in them of all kinds of
fruits.
XI, 3. If the tree fall toward the south, or
toward the north, in the place where
the tree falleth, there shall it be.

THE SONG OF SOLOMON.

II, 3. As the apple tree among the trees
of the wood, so is my beloved among
the sons. I sat down under his shadow
with great delight, and his fruit was
sweet to my taste.

IV, 13. Thy plants are an orchard of pome-
granates, with pleasant fruits; 14, with
all trees of frankincense and myrrh
and aloes,

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Scripture SeLecrions— Continued.

VI, 11. I went down into the garden of nuts
to see the fruits of the valley, and to
see whether the vine flourished, and
the pomegranates budded.

ISAIAH.

VI, 13. Asa teil tree and as an oak whose
substance is in them when they cast
their leaves; so the holy seed shall be
the substance thereof.

XLI, 19. I will plant in the wilderness the
cedar (acacia) tree, and the myrtle, and
the oil tree; I will set in the desert the
fir tree, and the pine and the box tree
together.

XLIV, 4. They shall spring up as among
the grass, as willows by the water
courses.

14. He heweth him down cedars, and
taketh the cypress and the oak,
which he strengtheneth for himself
among the trees of the forest; he

_ planteth an ash and the rain doth

~ nourish it.

LV, 12. All the trees of the field shall clap
their hands;

13. Instead of the thorn shall come up the
fir-tree, and instead of the brier shall
come up the myrtle tree, and it shall be
to the Lorn for a name.

LX, 13. The glory of Lebanon shall come
unto thee, the fir tree, the pine tree and
the box together.

LXI, 3. That they might be called trees of
righteousness, the planting of the Lorn,
that he might be glorified.

JEREMIAH.

I, 11. Moreover the word cf the Lorp came
unto me, saying Jeremiah, what seest
thou? And I said, I see a rod of an
almond tree. ‘

XVII, 7, 8. Blessed is the man that trusteth
in the Lorp, and whose hope the Lorp
is. For he shall be like a tree, planted
by the water, and spreadeth out his
roots by the river, and shall not fear
when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be

green, and shall not be careful in the
year of drouth, neither shall cease from
yielding fruit.

EZEKIEL,

XXXI, 3. Behold the Assyrian was a cedar
in Lebanon with fair branches and
* * * his top was among the thick
boughs.

4. The waters made him great, the deep
set him up on high, with the rivers run-
ning round about his plants, and sent
out her little rivers unto all the trees of
the field.

5. Therefore his height was exalted above
all the trees of the field. and his boughs
were multiplied, and his branches be-
came long, because of the multitude of
waters, when he shot forth.

6. All the fowls of heaven made their
nests in his boughs. * * *

7. Thus was he fair in his greatness in the
length of his branches; for his root was
by great waters.

8. The cedars in the garden of God could
not hide him; the fir trees were not like
his boughs, and the chestnut trees were
not like his branches; nor any tree in
the garden of God was like unto him in
his beauty.

g. I have made him fair by the multitude
of his branches; so that all the trees of
Eden, that were in the garden of God,
envied him.

XXXIV, 27. And the tree of the field shall
yield her fruit, and the earth shall yield
her increase, and they shall be safe in
their land, and shall know that I am
the Lorp.

XLVII, 12. And by the river by the bank
thereof, on this side and on that side
shall grow all the trees for meat, whose
leaf shall not fade, neither shall the
fruit thereof be consumed: it shall bring
forth new fruit, according to his months,
= * * and the fruit thereof shall be
for meat, and the leaf thereof for medi-
cine.

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ScripTurE SELECTIONS — Continued.

HOSEA.

IV, 13. My people burn incense upon the
hills, under oaks and poplars, and elms
because the shadow thereof is good.

XIV, 6. His branches shall spread, and his
beauty shall be as the olive tree.

JOEL.

I, 12. The vine is dried up, and the fig tree
fanguisheth; the pomegranate tree, the
palm tree also, and the apple tree, even
all the trees of the field, are withered:
because joy is withered away from the
sons of men.

AMOS.
g. * * * Whose height was like the
height of the cedars, and he was strong
as the oaks.

Il,

ZECHARIAH.
III, 10. In that day, saith the Lorp of hosts,
shall ye call every man his neighbor,
under the vine and under the fig tree.

MATTHEW.
VII, 17. Even so every good tree bringeth
forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree
bringeth forth evil fruit.

18. A good tree cannot bring forth evil
fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring
forth good fruit.

19. Every tree that bringeth not forth
good fruit is hewn down, and cast into
the fire.

20. Wherefore by their fruits ye shall
know them.

XII, 33. Either make the tree good, and
his fruit good; or else make the tree
corrupt, and his fruit corrupt: for the
tree is known by his fruit.

REVELATIONS.

II,7. * * * To him that overcometh
will I give to eat of the tree of life,
which is in the midst of the paradise of
God.

XXI, 10. And he carried me away in the
spirit to a great and high mountain, and
showed me that great city, the holy
Jerusalem: %) % #

XXII, 2. In the midst of the street of it,
and on either side of the river, was _
there the tree of life, which bare twelve
‘manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit
every month; and the leaves of the tree
were for the healing of the nations,

THE GOLDEN ROD.

From the souvenir ‘“‘Our National Flower,’’ by permission of the publishers, Messrs. L. Prang & Co., Boston.

AM the rustic golden rod,

| I know not pride nor shy reserve;
My tasselled plumes so gayly nod

With freedom’s grace in every curve.

I bloom not when the year is young,
And growing day by day more fair,
But when the autumn chill has flung
A sense of winter on the air.

Then close beside the dusty road,
To cheer the humblest passer-by,
Or in the fields, by harvest load,
With lusty courage, up spring I.

And in my honest gold there shines

The promise sown in freedom’s soil;
No high or low its law defines,

But lavish crowns the homeliest toil.

Then let me be the emblem bright
Of hope and promise to the free,
And in my pennons read aright
The glad fruition that shall be,

When feudal spring has passed away,
And monarchs’ pomp has fled the earth,
Then freedom’s harvest shall be gay,
And lowly wayside grace have worth.
HoPpESTILL GOODWIN.

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FABLE I.

OF THE BOY THAT STOLE APPLES.

N old man found a rude boy upon one of his trees stealing apples, and
desired him to come down ; but the young sauce-box told him plainly he
would not. “Won't you?” said the old man, “then I will fetch you down;” so
he pulled up some turf or grass and threw at him; but this only made the
youngster laugh, to think the old man should pretend to beat him down from
the tree with grass only. '

“Well, well,” said the old man, “if neither words nor grass will do, I must try
what virtue there isin stones ;’’ so the old man pelted him heartily with stones,
which soon made the young chap hasten down from the tree and beg the old
man’s pardon.

MORAL.

If good words and gentle means wil] not reclaim the wicked, they must be
dealt with in a more severe manner.
Webster's Spelling Book, 1829

THE PINE TREE.

HE tremendous unity of the pine absorbs and moulds the life of a race.

The pine shadows rest upon a nation. The northern peoples, century.
after century, lived under one or other of the two great powers of the pine and
the sea, both infinite. They dwelt amidst the forests as they wandered on the
waves, and saw no end nor any other horizon. Still the dark, green trees, or
the dark, green waters, jagged the dawn with their fringe or their foam. And
whatever elements of imagination, or of warrior strength, or of domestic
justice, were brought down by the Norwegian or the Goth against the dis-
soluteness or degradation of the south of Europe, were taught them under the
green roofs and wild penetralia of the pine.

JOHN RUSKIN, Modern Painters.

254 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

Written for the ‘‘ ARsor Day MAnuat.”

SHUT YOUR CATTLE IN.

HE following directions are suggested by the author: To be recited by a

boy or girl. The instant the last line is said, have a chorus of voices, or

all the parts at least sing the little song, and as they pass off let each part sing

out loud and prompt ‘Shut ’em in!” then let an echo in the school-house take

it up and continue until you can only faintly hear it. Then let the whole
schoo] break out with “Oh shut your Cattle in!”

Ye herds that haunt the country ways,
Ye lowing kine with threatening horns,
E’en birds abruptly cease their lays,
And leave their nests among the thorns
Where’er ye tread, with reckless hoof,
While bleeding bloom its fragrance sheds,
And violets tremble in their beds,
And frightened children stand aloof.
E’en struggling maples browsed and gnawed,
By your dread presence over-awed ;
_For mercy cry with every breeze.
Ye heed them not. God pity these!
With love deep-rooted thus to die, .
While wealth unfolded e’en must lie
All dormant, till the kindly earth
Unto some other life gives birth,
Only to be crushed and bleed
A victim to the farmer’s greed.

SONG:

The farmer’s greed is the farmer’s sin;
Please shut your cattle in my friend,
And let the clovers bob‘and bend,
Oh shut your cattle in,
And thus our praises win,
Oh shut your cattle in.
Shut ’em in! shut ’em in!
St. Augustine, Fla, Mrs. B. C. RUDE,

Hence, let me haste unto the mid-wood shade,

Where scarce a sunbeam wanders through the gloom,
And on the dark green grass, beside the brink

Of haunted stream, that by the roots of oak

Rolls o’er the rocky channel, lie at large.
THOMSON.

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MON-DA-MIN ;
OR, THE ROMANCE OF MAIZE.

* * * +. + * *

O grew Osséo, as a lonely pine,
That knows the secret of the wandering breeze,
And ever sings its canticles divine,
Uncomprehended by the other trees ;
And now the time drew nigh, when he began
The solemn fast whose issue proves the man.

His father built a lodge the wood within,
Where he the appointed space should duly bide,
Till such propitious time as he had been
By faith prepared, by fasting purified,
And in mysterious dreams allowed to see
What God the guardian of his life would be,

The anxious crisis of the Spring was past,

And warmth was master o’er the lingering cold;
The alder’s catkins dropped: the maple cast

His crimson bloom, the willow’s gowny gold
Blew wide, and softer than a squirrel’s ear
The white-oak’s foxy leaves began appear.

There was a motion in the soil. A sound
Lighter than falling seeds, shook out of flowers,
Exhaled where dead leaves, sodden on the ground,
Repressed the eager grass; and there for hours
Osséo lay, and vainly strove to bring
Into his mind the miracle of Spring.

The wood-birds knew it, and their voices rang
Around his lodge; with many a dart and whir
Of saucy joy, the shrewish catbird sang
Full-throated — and he heard the kingfisher,
Who from his God escaped with rumpled crest,
And the white medal hanging on his breast.

The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks

A scarlet rain ; the yellow violet
Sat in the chariot of its leaves ; the phlox

Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet,
And all the streams with vernal-scented reed
Were fringed, and streaky bells of miskodeed.

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The boy went musing: What are these, that burst
The sod and grow, without the aid of man ?

What father brought them food? What mother nursed
Them in her earthly lodge, till Spring began ?

They cannot speak ; they move but with the air;

Yet souls of evil or of good they bear.

How are they made, that some with wholesome juice
Delight the tongue, and some are charged with death ?
If spirits them inhabit, they can loose
Their shape sometimes, and talk with human breath ;
Would that in dreams one such would come to me,
And thence my teacher and my guardian be!
* * * * ¥ %

TAYLOR,

THE OLD MAN’S COUNSEL.

HE sun of May was bright in middle heaven,
And steeped the sprouting forests, the green hills,
And emerald wheat-fields, in his yellow light.
Upon the apple tree, where rosy buds
Stood clustered, ready to burst forth in bloom,
The robin warbled forth his full clear note
For hours, and wearied not. Within the woods,
Whose young and half transparent leaves scarce cast
A shade, gay circles of anemones
Danced on their stalks; the shad-bush, white with flowers
Brightened the glens; the new-leaved butternut
And quivering poplar to the roving breeze
Gave a balsamic fragrance. In the fields
I saw the pulses of the gentle wind
On the green grass. My heart was touched with joy
At so much beauty, flushing every hour
Into a fuller beauty.
* ¥ % * x *

“ Well mayst thou join in gladness,” he replied,

“With the glad earth, her springing plants and flowers,
And this soft wind, the herald of the green
Luxuriant summer.” * * * BRYANT.

In heav’n the trees
Of life ambrosial fruitage bear, and vines
Yield nectar. MILTON.

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THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP.

‘sD UILD me straight, O worthy Master!
Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel,
That shall laugh at all disaster
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle.”

* * * * * *

Covering many,a rood of ground,

Lay the timber piled around;

Timber of chestnut, and elm, and oak,
And scattered here and there, with these,
The knarred and crooked cedar knees ;
Brought from regions far away,

From Pascagoula’s sunny bay,

And the banks of the roaring Roanoke!
Ah! what a wondrous thing it is

To note how many wheels of toil

One thought, one word, can set in motion!
There’s not a ship that sails the ocean,
But every climate, every soil,
Must bring its tribute, great or small,
And help to build the wooden wall !

* * * x bod *

“ Thus,” said he, “ will we build this ship!
Lay square the blocks upon the slip,
And follow well this plan of mine,
Choose the timbers with greatest care ;
Of all that is unsound beware ;

For only what is good and strong
To this vessel shall belong.

Cedar of Maine and Georgia pine
Here together shall combine.

A goodly frame, and a goodly fame
And the UNION be her name!”

% * « > * *
Long ago,
_ In the deer-haunted forests of Maine,

When upon mountain and plain
Lay the snow,
They fell,— those lordly pines!
Those grand, majestic pines!
*Mid shouts and cheers
The jaded steers,
Panting beneath the goad,

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Dragged down the weary, winding road

Those captive kings so straight and tall,

To be shorn of their streaming hair.

And, naked and bare,

To feel the stress and the strain

Of the wind and the reeling main,

Whose roar

Would remind them forevermore

Of their native forests they should not see again.
* * * * * *

Thou too, sail on, O Ship of State !

Sail on, O UNION strong and great!

Humanity with all its fears,

With all the hopes of future years,

Is hanging breathless on thy fate.

* * * * * +

LONGFELLOW.

ORCHARD BLOSSOMS.

OTH thy heart stir within thee at the sight
Of orchard blooms upon the mossy bough ?
Doth their sweet household smile waft back the glow

Of childhood’s morn —the wandering, fresh delight

In earth’s new coloring, then all strangely bright

A joy of fairyland? Doth some old nook,

Haunted by visions of thy first-loved book,

Rise on thy soul, with faint-streaked blossoms white
Showered o’er the turf, and the lone primrose knot,
And robin’s nest, still faithful to the spot,

And the bee’s dreary chime? O gentle friend!

The world’s cold breath, not time’s, this life bereaves
Of vernal gifts: Time hallows what he leaves,

And will for us endear spring memories to the end.
Mrs. HEMANS.

Various the trees and passing foliage here,—
Wild pear, and oak, and dusky juniper,
While briony between in trails of white,
And ivy, and the suckle’s streaky light,
And moss, warm gleaming with a sudden mark,
Like growths of sunshine left upon the bark;
And still the pine, flat-topp’d, and dark, and tall,
In lordly right predominant o’er all. .
LeicGH Hunt. Ravenna Pine Forest.

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THE FALLEN MONARCH.

ITTING there by the side of this prone Monarch, and measuring its diame-
ter in my eye, or climbing up twenty-five or thirty feet upon its side —
comparing it in my mind with the largest trees I had ever seen elsewhere—im-
agining it stretched out in some city street, filling all the carriageway and
reaching up to the second story windows —the idea of its vastness took full
possession of me, and for the first time I grasped its greatness. And even
then, I do not think the idea of size and measurement so overwhelmed me as
did the thought of its vast age and the centuries it had looked down upon.
The great space it had filled was nothing to the ages it had bridged over. No
inanimate monument of man’s work was here—no unwrapping of dead Pha-
raohs from the mummy-cloths of the embalmers; but here had been life and
growth and increase, and running out of roots and spreading forth of branches,
and budding leaves and flowing sap, and all the processes of nature with poise
and swing from winter's sleep to summer’s waking, and the noiseless register-
ing of the years and centuries in figures that could not be mistaken from the
heart of the sapling out to the last rind of bark that hugged its age. And
_ though one looks with profoundest wonder at the vast size of these monsters,
it is, after all, the suggestion they give of their far reach backward into time
that most impresses the beholder.

The rings in the trunks indicate ages varying from a few years to upwards of
two thousand. Those of about ten feet in diameter are in the neighborhood
of six hundred years old. Most of the largest trees have been damaged more
or less by fire. One of them has been entirely hollowed out, so that our whole
party of twelve rode in upon our horses and stood together in the cavity. The
tree grows on, and is as green at the top as any of them, notwithstanding the
hollowness of its trunk.

IsAAC H. BROMLEY. The Big Trees and the Yosemite.

Scribner's Magazine, Fanuary, 1872.

THE RETURN OF THE BIRDS.

HEAR, from many a little throat, Brown meadows and the russet hill,

A warble interrupted long ; Not yet the haunt of grazing herds,
I hear the robin’s flute-like note, And thickets by the glimmering rill,
The bluebird’s slenderer song. Are all alive with birds.
BRYANT.

Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell;
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound,
And maidens call it Love-in-Jdleness.
Midsummer Night's Dream.

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THE TULIP TREE.

OW my blood with long-forgotten fleetness,
Bounds again to boyhood’s blithest tune,
While I drink a life of brimming sweetness
- From the glory of the breezy June. |
Far above, the fields of ether brighten ;
Forest leaves are twinkling in their glee;
And the daisy snows around me whiten,
Drifted down the sloping lea!

On the hills he standeth as a tower,
Shining in the morn, the tulip tree!
On his rounded turrets beats the shower,
While his emerald flags are flapping free ;
But when summer, mid her harvests standing, _
Pours to him the sun’s unmingled wine, _
O’er his branches, all at once expanding,

How the starry blossoms shine!
* * * * % *

Wind of June, that sweep’st the-rolling meadow,
Thou shalt wail in branches rough and bare,

While the tree, o’erhung with storm and shadow, -

Writhes and creaks amid the gusty air. -
All his leaves, like shields of fairies scattered, -

Then shall drop before the north wind’s spears,

And his limbs, by hail and tempest battered,
Feel the weight of wintry years.

Yet, why cloud the rapture and the glory
Of the beautiful, bequeathed us now ?

Why relinquish all the summer’s story,
Calling up the bleak autumnal bough ?

Let thy blossoms in the, morning brighten,
Happy heart, as doth the tulip tree,

While the daisy’s snows around us whiten,
Drifted down the sloping lea!

Fiower in the crannied wall

I pluck you out of the crannies;

Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, -
Little flower, but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should-know what God and man is.

TAYLOR.

TENNYSON.

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261

THE LOST MAY.

HEN May, with cowslip braided locks,
- Walks through the land in green attire,
And burns in meadow grass the phlox
- His torch of purple fire;

When buds have burst the silver sheath,
_ And shifting pink, and gray, and gold
‘Steal o’er the woods, while fair beneath

_ The bloomy vales unfold;

When, emerald bright, the hemlock stands
New feathered, needled new the pine;

The turbaned tulips shine;

When wild azaleas deck the knoll,

_ And cinque-foil stars the fields of home,
And winds that take the white-weed, roll
The meadows into foam;

Then from the jubilee I turn
To other Mays that I have seen,

ms Where more resplendent blossoms burn,

And statelier woods are green.

Mays, when my heart expanded first,
A honeyed blossom, fresh with dew;
And:one sweet wind of heaven dispersed
The only clouds I knew.

For she, whose softly murmured name
The music of the month expressed,

' Walked by my side, in holy shame

Of girlish love confessed.

The budding chestnuts overhead,

Their sprinkled shadows in the lane,
Blue flowers along the brooklet’s bed,

I see them all again!

The old, old tale of girl and boy,
Repeated ever, never old;

To each in turn the gates of joy,
The gates of heaven unfold.

And when the punctual May arrives,

With cowslip-garland on her brow,
We know what once she gave our lives,
And cannot give us now!

TAYLOR.

THE MAY FLOWER.

(TRAILING ARBUTUS.)

HEN stern New England’s tardy spring My fragrance, like a message sweet,

First thrills with life her rugged breast,
*Tis I, who, shyly venturing,
Peep forth, her earliest, sweetest guest.

Their spirits touched, and reverently

They chose the blossom at their feet,

The symbol of their faith to be.

They, too, had wrapped with roughest forms
The gracious gospel that they loved;

They, too, had braved life’s rudest storms,
Their simple courage, simply proved.

*Twas I the Pilgrim Fathers found
When April called them to the wood,
Trailing upon the leaf-strewn ground,
Fair sign of nature’s yielding mood.

They marked my petals’ tender hue,
Soft flushing in the light of day ;

My fragile grace they guarded knew
Amid my rough Icaves’ disarray.

They, too, should prosper in the land
Where trusting flowers undaunted thrive
Their race, deep rooted, firm should stand,
And freedom’s cause triumphant live.
‘ HopPEsTILL GooDWIN.

262 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

IN PRAISE OF TREES.

ND foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led,

Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony,
Which, therein shrouded from the tempest dred,
Seemed in their song to scorne the cruell sky.
Much can they praise the trees so straight and hy,
The sayling Pine; the Cedar proud and tall;
The vine-propp Elme; the Poplar never dry;
The builder Oake, sole king of forrests all;

The Aspine good for staves; the Cypresse funerall.

The Laurell, meed of mightie conquerors
And poets sage; the Firre that weepeth still;
The Willow, worne of forlorne Paramours;
The Eugh, obedient to the benders will ;
The Birch, for shafts; the Sallow for the mill;
The Mirrhe sweete-bleeding in the bitter wound;
The warlike Beech; the Ash for nothing ill;
The fruitfull Olive; and the Platane round;
The carver Holme; the Maple seldom inward sound. -
SPENSER, /aerze Queene.

TONGUES IN TREES.

In the forest of Arden, Shakespeare makes the banished duke say to his
companions *

6 OW, my co-mates and brothers in exile,

Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?

Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The season’s difference, as the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter’s wind,
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say:
‘This is no flattery; these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.’

Sweet are the uses of adversity. * * *
x * * *

And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
I would not change it.”
As You Like It, act 2, scene I.

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THE MADRONA.

O the south of San Francisco there is even a greater range of color and
_ diversity of tree growth. The San Mateo hills are rich with evergreens;
the country sweeping up from the pebbly beach at Pescadero is made up of
sunny ridges, and rifted with narrow and close-grown valleys, where thread-

like brooks murmur their way through tunnels of foliage to the sea, while the
mountains of Santa Cruz furnish another rendezvous for the mammoth red-
wood, the chestnut, and the oak. But distinguished from all the rest of these
; Southern nabobs, curious in shape and almost humanly beautiful, stands the
____ giant Madrona, or arbutus tree. The genus really belongs to the old world.
Asia has its species, and Mexico claims one or two representatives, but the
pride of the family and delight of arboriculturists is the strong, healthy, and
handsome child of the west coast. It is often eighty to one hundred feet high,
three feet in diameter, and a famous specimen in Marin county has a measured
girt of twenty-three feet at the branching point of the tremendous stem, with
many of the branches three feet through. The foliage is light and airy, the
leaves oblong, pale beneath, bright green above. The bloom is in dense
racemes of cream-white flowers; the fruit, a dry orange-colored berry, rough
and uninteresting. But the charm of the Madrona, outside of its general
appearance, is in its bark,— no, it is not a bark, it is a skin, delicate in texture,
smooth, and as soft to the touch as the shoulders of an infant, In the strong
__ sunlight of the summer these trees glisten with the rich color of polished cin-
namon, and in the moist shadow of the springtime they are velvety in com-
bination colors of old-gold and sage-green. There is a human pose to the
trunk. Seen through the tangle of the thicket, it looks like the brown lithe
___ body of an Indian, and in the moonlight the graceful upsweep of its branches
_ is like the careless lifting of a dusky maiden’s arms. Every feature of the
Madrona is feminine. They grow in groves or neighborhoods, and seldom
stand in isolation, courtesy to the winds, mock at the dignified evergreens
and oaks, and with every favorable breeze and opportunity flirt desperately
a with the mountain lilacs that toss high their purple plumes on the headwaters

of Los Gatos creek.
: Harper's Magazine, October, 1889. FRED. M. SOMERS.

The birch tree swang her fragrant hair,
The bramble cast her berry.
The gin within the juniper
Began to make him merry,
The poplars, in long order due,
With cypress promenaded,
The shock-head willows two and two
By rivers gallopaded.
TENNYSON, Amfphion.

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FREEDOWM’S FLOWER.

THE GOLDEN ROD.

ET merry England proudly rear
E Her blended roses bought so dear,
And Scotland bind her bonnet blue
With heath and harebell dipped in dew;
On favored Erin’s crest be seen
The flower she loves of emerald green ;
But ours, this new land of the west,
What emblem blossom suits it best?
No fragile nursling of the spring,

No dainty, garden-nurtured thing;
But clad in sunshine glad and strong,
Self-sown, upspringing from the sod,
And scattered wide and lasting long,
Is freedom’s flower, the golden rod.

High on the mountain crag it blooms;

The salt wind shakes its yellow plumes;

And with its countless flowers behold

The prairie gleams a sea of gold;

While lonely nook and sterile place

Grow lovely with its waving grace. .

Free, free, we gather it at will,

And leave each road-side shining still!

And brave it blossoms, heeding not

Though storms beat wild, or suns burn hot;

Alike to all its flowers belong;

Through all the land it decks the sod;

It bids our hearts ‘‘ Be glad, be.strong; ”

’Tis freedom’s flower, the golden rod.
Marian Dovuc.as, ix Harper's Bazar.

Written forthe Arsor Day Manuva,”
THE DAISY.

OUR NATIONAL EMBLEM.

AISIES, bright daisies keep nodding at me,
And winking and blinking so coquettishly,
While up from the depths of their great speaking eyes
Love and loyalty well! dear national ties!
Go ! weave me a banner of grasses, fresh grasses,
From out by the roadside where every one passes;
‘ Now bring me sweet daisies
The pretty ox-eyed;
Cut from the roadside
Which every one praises.
Now tastefully lay in the daisies for stars
And catch me the radiant sunbeams for bars,
Then say if a prettier emblem can be
For this land of the brave, this home of the free.

Sodus, NV. Y.

Mrs. B. C. RUDE.

Dear though the shadowy maple be,
And dearer still the whispering pine
Dearest yon russet-laden tree
Browned by the heavy-rubbing kine!

There childhood flung its rustling stone,

There venturous boyhood learned to climb

How well the early graft was known

Whose fruit was ripe ere harvest time !
HoLMEs.

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265

A MAY MORNING LESSON.

RECITATION FOR FIVE PUPILS.

WICE one are two:

Prairie rose, blushing through
My window— all aglow with dew,
Twice one are two.

SECOND.—Twice two are four :
Bees a-humming round the door,
Calling others by the score,
Twice two are four.

TuirD.—Twice three are six:
Pansy-beds their colors mix ;
See the mother hen and ¢hicks.
, Twice three are six.
Macaulay's Little Folks.

FourTH.—Twice four are eight:

Gorgeous butterflies, elate,
Dancing, poising, delicate.
Twice four are eight.

FIFTH.—Twice five are ten:
Sweetest strains from yonder glen,
Echoed o’er and o’er again.
Twice five are ten.

ALL.—Twice six are twelve :
Merry maidens of the year, —
Some in snowy gowns appear,
Some in gold and silver sheen ;
Yet the fairest is, I ween,
Dainty May in pink and green.

GOLDEN-ROD.

i: the pasture’s rude embrace,
All o’er run with tangled vines,
Where the thistle claims its place,
And the straggling hedge confines,
Bearing still the sweet impress
Of unfettered loveliness,
In the field and by the wall,
Binding, clasping, crowning all,—
Golden-rod !

Nature lies disheveled, pale,

With her feverish lips apart,—
Day by day the pulses fail,

Nearer to her bounded heart :
Yet that’slackened grasp doth hold
-Store of pure and genuine gold ;
Quick thou comest, strong and free,
Type of all the wealth to be,—
Golden-rod !
ELAINE GOODALE,

BIRD SONGS.

PTMHIS is what the robin sings :
“* Sweet, sweet,

-All the cherries on the tree

God put there for you and me ;
Every good and tender seed,

Grown on flower, or grown on weed,
God made for our wee ones dear,
So we sing the whole glad year.

Sweet, sweet.”

Hear the blue bird where he swings :

_** Oh, my home is green and fair,

And the gentle summer air
Rocks my little ones to rest,

In their soft and downy nest ;
Joyously I sing and call,

For the good God watches all!”

KATHIE Moore.

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TALKS ON TREES.

FROM ‘‘ THE AUTOCRAT OF THE BREAKFAST TABLE.”

ON’T you want to hear me talk trees a little now? That is one of my
specialties. .
* * ES * * * * * * *

I want you to understand, in the first place, that I have a most intense, pas-
sionate fondness for trees in general, and have had several romantic attach-
ments to certain trees in particular.

* * * * * & * * x *

I shall speak of trees as we see them, love them, adore them in the fields,
where they are alive, holding their green sunshades over our heads, talking to
us with their hundred thousand whispering tongues, looking down on us with
that sweet meekness which belongs to huge, but limited organisms,— which
one sees in the brown eyes of oxen, but most in the patient posture, the out-
stretched arms, and the heavy-drooping robes of these vast beings endowed
with life, but not with soul,— which outgrow us and outlive us, but stand help-
less,— poor things!— while Nature dresses and undresses them, like so many
full-sized, but under-witted children.

* * * * * * * * * *

Just think of applying the Linnzan system to an elm! Who cares how
many stamens or pistils that little brown flower, which comes out before the
leaf, may have to classify it by? What we want is the meaning, the character,
the expression of a tree, as a kind and as an individual.

There is a mother-idea in each particular kind of tree, which, if well marked,
is probably embodied .in the poetry of every language. Take the oak, for in-
stance, and we find it always standing as a type of strength and endurance. I
wonder if you ever thought of the single mark of supremacy which distinguishes
this tree from those around it? The others shirk the work of resisting gravity;
the oak defies it, It chooses the horizontal direction for its limbs so that their
whole weight may tell,—and then stretches them out fifty or sixty feet, so that
the strain may be mighty enough to be worth resisting. You will find, that, in
passing from the extreme downward droop of the branches of the weeping wil-
low to the extreme upward inclination of those of the poplar, they sweep
nearly half a circle. At go° the oak stops short; to slant upward another
degree would mark infirmity of purpose; to bend downwards, weakness of or-
ganization. The American elm betrays something of both; yet sometimes, as
we shall see, puts on a certain resemblance to its sturdier neighbor.

It wont do to be exclusive in our taste about trees. There is hardly one
of them which has not peculiar beauties in some fitting place for it. I remem-
ber a tall poplar of monumental proportions and aspect, a vast pillar of glossy
green, placed on the summit of a lofty hill, anda beacon to all the country
round. A native of that region saw fit to build his house very near it, and,
having a fancy that it might blow down some time or other, and exterminate
himself and any incidental relatives who might be ‘‘ stopping” or “‘tarrying”’
with him,—also laboring under the delusion that human life is under all cir-

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cumstances to be preferred to vegetable existence,—had the great poplar cut
down. It is so easy to say, “It is only a poplar,” and so much harder to re-
place its living cone than to build a granite obelisk !

* * * * * * * * * *

I always tremble for a celebrated tree when I approach it for the first time.
Provincialism has no scale of excellence in man or vegetable; it never knows
a first-rate article of either kind when it has it, and is.constantly taking second
and third-rate ones for Nature’s best. I have often fancied the tree was afraid
of me, and that a sort of shiver came over it as over a betrothed maiden when
she first stands before the unknown to whom she has been plighted. Before
the measuring tape the proudest tree of them all quails and shrinks into itself.
All those stories of four or five men stretching their arms around it and not
touching each other’s fingers, of one’s pacing the shadow at noon and making it
so many hundred feet, die upon its leafy lips in the presence of the awful

ribbon which has strangled so many false pretensions.
* * * * * * * * * *

The largest actual girth I have ever found at five feet from the ground is in
the great elm lying a stone’s throw or two north of the main road (if my points
of compass are right) in Springfield. But this has much the appearance of hav-
ing been formed by the union of two trunks growing side by side.

The West-Springfield elm and one upon Northampton meadows belong also
to the first class of trees.

There isa noble old wreck of an elm at Hatfield, which used to spread its
claws out over a circumference of thirty-five feet or more before they covered
the foot of its bole up with earth. This is the American elm most like an oak
of any I have ever seen.

* * * ad co * * * « *

What makes a first-class elm?— Why, size, in the first place, and chiefly.
Any thing over twenty feet of clear girth, five feet above the ground and witha
spread of branches a hundred feet across, may claim that title, according to my
scale. All of them, with the questionable exception of the Springfield tree
above referred to, stop, so far as my experience goes, at about twenty-two or
twenty-three feet of girth and a hundred and twenty of spread.

Elms of the second class, generally ranging from fourteen to eighteen feet,

are comparatively common. The queen of them all is that glorious tree near
one of the churches in Springfield. Beautiful and stately she_is beyond all
praise. The “great tree” on Boston common comes in the second rank, as
does the one at Cohasset, which used to have, and probably has still, a head as
round as an apple-tree, and that at Newburyport, with scores of others which
might be mentioned. These last two have perhaps been over-celebrated. Both,
however, are pleasing vegetables. The poor old Pittsfield elm lives on its past
reputation. A wig of false leaves is indispensable to make it presentable.
* * * * * * * * * x

Go out with me into that walk which we call the Mall, and look at the Eng-
lish and Americanelms. The American elm is tall, graceful, slender-sprayed,
and drooping as if from languor. The English elm is compact, robust, holds its
branches up,and carries its leaves for weeks longer than our own native tree.

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Is this typical of the creative force on the two sides of the ocean, or not?
Nothing but a careful comparison through the whole realm of life can answer
this question. :

There is.a parallelism without identity in the animal and vegetable life of the
two continents, which favors the task of comparison in an extraordinary man-
ner. Just as we have two trees alike in.many ways, yet not the same, both
elms, yet easily distinguishable, just so we have a complete flora and a fauna,
which, parting from the same ideal, embody it with various modifications.

* * * * * * * * * she

I have something more to say about trees. I have brought down this slice
of hemlock to show you. Tree blew down in my woods (that were) in 1852.
Twelve feet anda half round, fair girth;— nine feet, where I got my section,
higher up. This is a wedge, going to the centre, of the general shape ofa slice
of apple pie in a large and not opulent family. Length, about eighteen inches.

1 have studied the growth of this tree by its rings, and it-is curious. Three

_hundred and forty-two rings. Started, therefore, about 1510. The thickness
of the rings tells the rate at which it grew. For five or six years the rate was
slow,—then rapid for twenty years. A little before the year 1550 it began to
grow very slowly, and so continued for about seventy years. In 1620 it took a
new start and grew fast until 1714, then for the most part slowly until 1786,
when it started again and grew pretty well and uniformly until within the last
dozen years, when it seems to have got on siuggishly.

Look here. Here are some human lives laid down against the periods of its
growth, to which they corresponded. This is Shakespeare’s. The tree was
seven inches in diameter when he was born; ten inches when he died. A little
less than ten inches when Milton was born; seventeen when he died. Then
comes a long interval, and this thread marks out Johnson’s life, during which»
the tree increased from twenty-two to twenty-nine inches in diameter. Here is
the span of Napoleon’s career ;— the tree doesn’t seem to have minded it.

I never saw the man yet who was not startled at looking on this section. I
have seen many wooden preachers,— never one like this. How much more
striking would be the calendar counted on the rings of one of those awful trees
which were standing when Christ was on earth, and where that brief mortal
life is chronicled with the stolid apathy of vegetable being, which remembers
all human history as a thing of yesterday in its own dateless existence !

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES,

The people of ancient Greece believed that in every tree dwelt a protecting
nymph, or dryad. These dryads were thought to perish with the trees which had
been their abodes, and with which they had come into existence. To willfully
destroy a tree was, therefore, an impious act, and was often severely punished.

Is there not a soul beyond utterance, half nymph, half child, in those delicate
petals which glow and breathe about the centres of deep color?
. GEORGE ELIOT.

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CLEMATIS.
HERE the woodland streamlets flow, But when Autumn days are here,
Gushing down a rocky bed, And the woods of Autumn burn,
Where the tasselled alders grow, Then her leaves are black and sere
Lightly meeting overhead, Quick with early frosts to turn !
When the fullest August days ~ As the golden Summer dies,
Give the richness that they know, So her silky green has fled,
Then the wild clematis comes, And the smoky clusters rise
With her wealth of tangled blooms, As from fires of sacrifice,—
Reaching up and drooping low. Sacred incense to the dead.
‘ad * ba : ae Dora READ GOODALE.

WHAT ROBIN TOLD.

OW do the robins build their nests ? Where do the robins hide their nests ?
H Robin Redbreast told me. ~ Robin Redbreast told me.
First a wisp of amber hay Up among the leaves so deep,
In a pretty round they lay, : Where the sunbeams rarely creep ;
Then some shreds of downy floss, - Long before the winds are cold,
Feathers, too, and bits of moss, Long before the leaves are gold,
Woven with a sweet, sweet song, Bright-eyed stars will peep, and see
This way, that way, and across, Baby robins, one, two, three;
That’s what robin told me. : _ That’s what robin told me.

Geo. COOPER.

ROSE.
HITE with the whiteness of the snow, The dew that from their brimming leaves
W Pink with the faintest rosy glow, Drips down, the mignonette receives,
They blossom on their sprays’; And sweeter grows thereby ;
They glad the borders with their bloom, The tali June lilies stand anear,
And sweeten with their rich perfume - In raiment white and gold, and here

The mossy garden-ways. The purple pansies lie.

THE SWEET RED ROSE.

i“ OOD-MORROW,, little rose-bush, **To be as sweet as.a red rose,
by Now prithee, tell_me true, A little girl like you
To be as sweet as a red rose © Just grows, and grows, and grows,
What must a body do?” And that’s what she must do.”

JoeL Stacy.

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SONG TO THE TREES.
MAY BE ARRANGED FOR A CLASS OF SIX PUPILS.

I.
AIL to the trees!

Patient and generous, mothers of mankind,
Arching the hills, the minstrels of the wind,
Spring’s glorious flowers, and summer’s balmy tents,
A sharer in man’s free and happier sense,

From early blossom till the north wind calls

Its drowsy sprites from beech-hid waterfalls,

The trees bless all, and then, brown-mantled, stand
The sturdy prophets of a golden land.

Il.
Eden was clothed in trees; their glossy leaves
Gave raiment, food, and shelter ; ‘neath their eaves
Dripping with ruby dew the flow’réts rose
To follow man from Eden to his woes.
The silver rill crept fragrant thickets through,
The air was rich with life, a violet hue
Tangling with sunshine lit the waving scene,
*Twas heaven, tree-born, tree-lulled, enwreathed in green.

Ill.
Where trees are not, behold the deserts swoon
Beneath the brazen sun and mocking moon.
Where trees are not, the tawny torrent leaps,
A brawling savage from the crumbling steeps,
Where once the ferns their gentle branches waved
And tender lilies in the crystal laved ;
A brawling savage, plundering in a night,
The fields it once strayed through a streamlet bright.

IV.

What gardeners like the trees? Their loving care
The daintiest blooms can deftly plant and rear.

How smilingly with outstretched boughs they stand
To shade the flowers too fragile for man’s hand!
With scented leaves, crisp, ripened, nay, not dead,
They tuck the wild flowers in their moss-rimmed bed.
The forest nook outvies the touch of art,

The heart of man loves not like the oak’s heart.

v.
O whispering trees, companions, sages, friends,
No change in you, whatever friendship ends ;
No deed of yours the Eden link e’er broke;

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Bared is your head to ward the lightning’s stroke!
You fed the infant man, and blessed his cot
Hewed from your grain; without you he were not;
The hand that planned you planned the future too.
Shall we distrust it, knowing such as you?

VI.
And when comes Eden back? The trees are here,
In all their olden beauty and glad cheer.
Eden but waits the lifting of the night,
For man to know the true and will the right.
Whatever creed may find in hate a birth,
One of the heavens is this teeming earth;
«Of all its gifts but innocence restore,
And Eden,” sigh the trees, “is at your door.”
JOSEPH W. MILLER.

This poem was written expressly for Cincinnati “‘ Arsor Day,”’ 1882.

THE RIVER’S SUPPLICATION.

OW saucy Phoebus’ scorching beams,
In flaming summer pride,
Dry-withering waste my foamy streams,
And drink my crystal tide.

Would then, my noble master please,
To grant my highest wishes,

He'll shade my banks wi’ tow’ring trees
And bonnie spreading bushes.

Let lofty firs and ashes cool,
My lowly banks o’erspread,
And view, deep bending in the pool,
Their shadows’ wat’ry bed.

Let fragrant birks, in woodbines drest,
My craggy cliffs adorn;
And, for the little songster’s nest,
The close embow’ring thorn.
BURNS.

Where fall the tears of love the rose appears,
And where the ground is bright with friendship’s tears,
Forget-me-nots, and violets heavenly blue,
Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
5 BRYANT.

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CALIFORNIA’S GIANT TREES.

HE great trees of California must be classed among the wonders of the
world. Trees four hundred and fifty feet high, and forty feet in diameter
must be beheld with amazement, for nowhere else upon the face of the earth
are found such tree-monsters. Many have journeyed across the ocean, and for
thousands of miles by land, to gaze upon these huge monarchs as they rear
their lofty heads into the clouds. ae

From “The New West” we gather the following information regarding these
wonderful trees :

“They were discovered in 1852, and named by Endlicher, in honor of an
Indian chief of the Cherokees. They are limited in range, being confined to
California, and grow entirely in groups. Of these groups there are eight —or
nine if the Mariposa be considered as two.

“The Calaveras group is in the county of the same name, near the crossing
of the Sierras by Silver Mountain Pass. The belt of trees is three thousand
two hundred by seven hundred feet, and in that space are ninety-two of the
monarchs.

“Here under the shade is one of California’s pet retreats. There is one fallen
monster, which must have stood four hundred and fifty feet in the air, and had
a diameter of forty feet. Another engaged the efforts of five men for twenty-
five days in cutting, and on the level surface of the stump thirty-two dancers
find ample room, Old Goliah shows the marks of a fire, that, according to
surrounding trees untouched, must have raged a thousand years ago.

“The diameter of the largest is thirty-three feet ; the circumference of the
largest, five feet above the ground, sixty-one feet. This is the only one more
than sixty feet in circumference.

“The Stanislaus group, five miles distant, contains seven or eight hundred
trees nearly as remarkable. Crane Flat has those boasting a diameter of
twenty-three feet, and a circumference of fifty-seven feet. The Mariposa
group, which generally divides honors with Calaveras, is situated sixteen miles
south of the Lower Hotel in Yosemite.

“The same wise foresight which gave Yosemite to the State, gave Mariposa
to be held in perpetuity. The grant is two miles square. It has been improved
and made of easy access. The Tule-River groups were the last discovered,
being found in 1867, While Calaveras and Mariposa lead in point of being
known, the others are worthy any reasonable expenditure of time and money.

“Gazing on a mountain there comes no thought that it has been a witness to
the passing events of the ages. But these trees have shaded races dead for
hundreds of years. They live, and seem almost possessed of minds; and when
those who now rest under their branches are dust, they will still live, and
future generations may conjecture who has seen them in ages gone. They
sprouted before the Christian era dawned, and unconcerned they grew, while
nations rose and fell.”

Another writer who once sat beneath the shade of these forest monarchs,
remarks ;

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“Wild calculations have been made of the ages of the larger of these trees;
but one of the oldest in the Calaveras grove being cut down and the rings of
the wood counted, its age proved to be one thousand three hundred years; and
probably none now upon the ground date back farther than the Christian era.
They began with our modern civilization; they were just sprouting when the
star of Bethlehem rose and stood for a sign of its origin; they have been
ripening in beauty and power through these nineteen centuries ; and they stand
forth now a type of the majesty and grace of Him with whose life they are
coeval. Certainly they are chief among the natural curiosities and marvels of
Western America, of the known world; and though not to be compared, in the
impressions they make and the emotions they arouse, to the great rock scenery
of the Yosemite, which inevitably carries the spectator up to the Infinite
Creator and Father of all, they do stand for all that has been claimed for them
in wonderful greatness and majestic beauty.”

So much larger are these immense trees than those we ordinarily see, that a
comparison is about the only way in which we can correctly measure them.
Shortly after they were discovered, the hollow trunk of one of them was for-
warded to New York, where it was converted into a grocery store.

In one of these groups of trees a stage road has been cut under the trunk
through the roots, and immense coaches, drawn by six horses, pass directly
under the old giant.

One of the original hotels, known as the ‘*‘ Hotel de Redwood,” consisted at
one time of five hollow trees. One served as an office and bar-room, another
for the proprietor’s family, and dining-room, and the remainder were used as

lodgings.

- A pioneer set up house-keeping in the hollow trunk of one of these trees.
His family had room enough, and there was no trouble about lathing and
plastering. A hollow tree thirty to forty feet in diameter would make several
rooms of convenient size, and quite large enough for a numerous family.

We have known men upon whose grounds were old, magnificent trees of
centuries growth, lifted up into the air with vast breadth, and full of twilight
at midday — who cut down all these mighty monarchs and cleared the ground
bare; and then when the desolation was completed and the fierce summer sun
gazed full into their faces with its fire, they besought themselves of shade, and
forthwith set out a generation of thin, shadowless sticks. Such folly is theirs
who refuse the tree of life —the shadow of the Almighty — and sit instead
under feeble trees of their own planting, whose tops will never be broad enough
to shield them, and whose boughs wil! never discourse to them the music of
_the air.

BEECHER.

It never rains roses: when we want —
To have more roses we must plant more trees.
13 GEORGE ELIOT.

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ODE. TO THE TREES.

, WHO is there within whose heart
The love of noble manhood dwells,
Who feels the thrill of pleasure start
When other tongues the story tells

Of deeds sublime? with true eye sees
The beautiful in art and thought —°

Dares stand before God’s stately trees,
Declaring that he loves them ‘not ?

Companions of our childhood days !,
~ Companions still, though grown we be!
Still through thy leaves the light breeze strays,

Whispering the same old songs to me,
* * * * * *

Dear forest ! down thy long aisles dim
Soft sweeps the zephyr’s light caress ;

Worthy indeed art thou of Him
Who made thee in thy loveliness.

Long may thy graceful branches wave,
Piercing with pride the balmy air;
- Harm ne’er would come if I could save —
Fit objects of our love and care.

But though erect each noble form,
vAs year by year rolls swift along,
Thou ‘too, like man, must face the storm,
And fall — or Jive to be more strong.

Forever upward, day by day,
Patient thy growing branches turn;
Nearer, the heavens each year alway —
May we the simple lesson learn —

Though few our years or many be,
‘It matters not the number given,
If we can feel that, like the tree,
Each year hath found us nearer heaven.
MaGGIE May WELSH, Lancaster, O.

Written for Cincinnati ‘‘ Arsor Day”’ Celebration.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
WORDSWORTH.

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FAMOUS AND CURIOUS TREES.

The Cedars of Mount Lebanon are, perhaps, the most renowned:and the best
known monuments in the world. . Religion, poetry and history have al) united
to make them famous. There are about four hundred of these trees, disposed
in nine groups, now growing on Mount Lebanon. ney are of various sizes,
ranging up to over forty feet in girth.

A few miles out of the city of Mexico stands a gnarled old eyprbiet called the
tree_of Triste Noche... It was under this tree that Cortez sat and wept on that
memorable 77zste Noche when. driven from the Mexican capital by the Indians.

Another interesting tree to be seen in Mexico is found at Chapultepec, that
delightful summer resort of the Mexican rulers from the time ‘of the Monte-
zumas. The tree in question stands a few feet from the entrance way, and is
draped with the lovely Spanish moss. It is also. a Cypress of immense size, so
large is it that a party of thirteen could just reach around it. It is known as
the tree of Montezuma, and no doubt he often sat under its shade when rusti-
cating in this lovely spot.

Sir Philip Sidney’s Oak at Panshuret, which was- planted at his birth; The
Abbot’s Oak, and William the Conqueror’s Oak at Windsor Park, are famous
trees in English history.

But beside historical trees there are many others that attract our attention
from their great size or curious properties. Among the former are the wonder-
ful trees of California, some of whith are from three to five hundred feet in
height and twenty to twenty-five feet in diameter. A section of one of these
trees was at onetime exhibited in San Francisco, in which was a room carpeted,
and containing a piano and seats for forty people; a hundred and forty children
once filled the room without crowding.

Among curious trees may be mentioned the Cow tree, or Palo de Vaca of the
Cordilleras, which grows ata height of three thousand feet above sea level.
' It is a lofty tree with laurel-like leaves, and though receiving no moisture for
seven months of the year, when its trunk is tapped a bountiful stream of milk
bursts forth. It flows most freely at sunrise, when the natives may be seen
coming from all directions with pans and pails to catch the milk, which is said
to have a pleasant, sweet taste, but becomes “pig and Agra in a short time
and soon turns into cheese.

Then there is the Bread Fruit tree, one of the most curious as well as useful
trees of the Pacific Islands. The fruit, which is about the size of a Cocoanut,
should be gathered before it is ripe, and be baked like hoe-cake. When prop-
erly cooked it resembles and tastes like good wheat bread.

Another very curious tree is the Candle-nut tree, of the South Sea Islands,
the fruit of which is heart-shaped and about the size of a walnut. From the
fruit is obtained an oil used both for food and light. The natives of the Society
Islands remove the shell and slightly bake the kernels, which they string on
rushes and keep to be used as torches. Five or six ina Screw Pine leaf are
said-to give a brilliant light.

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WHEN THE APPLE BLOSSOMS STIR.

HE buds in the tree’s heart safely were folded away,
Awaiting in dreamy quiet the coming of May,

When one little bud roused gently and pondered awhile,—
“It’s dark, and no one would see me,” it said with a smile.

“ If I before all the others could bloom first in May,
And so be the only blossom, if but for a day,

How the world would welcome my coming,— the first little flower,—
’T will'surely be worth the trouble, if but for an hour.”

Close to the light it crept softly, and waited till Spring,
With her magic fingers, the door wide open should fling.

Spring came, the bud slipped out softly and opened its eyes
To catch the first loving welcome ; but saw with surprise,

That swift through the open doorway, lo, others had burst !
For thousands of little white blossoms had thought to be first.”
St. Nicholas. “ Fack-in-the-Pulpit, May, 1889.

MAY.

AY is here!

I know there’s a blossom somewhere near,
For the south wind tosses into my room
A hint of summer —a vague perfume
It has pilfered somewhere (I cannot tell
Whether from pansy or pimpernel),
But it sets me dreaming of birds and bees
And the odorous snow-storms of apple trees
Of roses sweet by the garden wall,
And milk-white lilies, stately and tall;
Of clover red in the morning sun,
And withered and dead when the day is done;
Of the song that the stalwart mower sings,
Of gladness, and beauty, and all sweet things

That summer brings.

EBEN E. REXFORD.

What should I tell you more of it?

There are so many trees yet,

That I should all encumbered be

Ere I had reckoned every tree. CHAUCER.

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BIRDS’ NESTS.

_ SUITABLE FOR CLASS EXERCISE BY YOUNG PUPILS.

HE skylark’s nest among the grass
And waving corn is found;
The robin’s on a shady bank,
With oak leaves strewed around.

The wren builds in an ivied thorn
Or old and ruined wall;

The mossy nest, so covered in,
You scarce can see at all.

The martins build their nests, of clay,
In rows beneath the eaves;

While silvery lichens, moss, and hair
The chaffinch interweaves.

The cuckoo makes no nest at all,
But through the wood she strays

Until she find one snug and warm,
And there her eggs she lays.

The sparrow has a nest of hay,
With feathers warmly lined;

The ring-dove's careless nest of sticks
On lofty trees we find.

Rooks build together in a wood,
And often disagree;

The owl will build inside a barn
Or in a hollow tree.

The blackbird’s nest, of grass and mud,
In bush and bank is found;

The lapwing’s darkly spotted eggs
Are laid upon the ground.

The magpie’s nest is girt with thorns
In leafless tree or hedge;

The wild duck and the water-hen
Build by the water’s edge.

Birds build their nests from year to year,
According to their kind,—

Some very neat and beautiful,
Some easily designed.

The habits of each little bird,
And all its patient skill,

Are surely taught by God Himself
And ordered by His will.

Written for the ‘‘ Arsor Day Manuva.”

"NEATH THE COTTON-WOOD TREES.

ET one who sips life’s tears with strange delight,
And finds in sobs and sighs life’s harmony,
Go out beneath the cotton-wood trees at night
And there repent the laughter of the day;
Then listen to the rustling of the leaves,
Like steady rain-fall from the homestead eaves,
And listening, weep and pray!
But on the morrow, hie away!
It is not well to dwell there all the dreary while,
To-night we weep and pray, to-morrow toil and smile.
While the cotton-woods weep,and sway
All the night and all the day.

Sodus, N. Y.

Mrs. B. C. RUDE.

278 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE LITTLE PINE TREE.

Gare a little Pine tree, . Gladly in the dawning
In the forest ways, Did he wake to find
Sadly sighed and murmured, That the gentle fairies
Thro’ the summer days. Had again been kind.
“Tam clad in needles— How his blazing crystals
Hateful things !” —he cried; Lit the morning air!
** Ail the trees about me Never had the forest
Laugh in scernful pride. Seen a sight so fair.
Broad their leaves and fair to see ; Then a driving storm did pass ;
Worthless needles cover me. All his leaves were shattered glass. —
** Ah, could I have chosen, Humbly said the Pine tree,
Then, instead of these, ‘«T have learned ’t is best
Shining leaves should’crown me, Not to wish for fortunes
Shaming all the trees. Fairer than the rest.
Broad as theirs and brighter, Glad were I, and thankful,
Dazzling to behold ; If I might be seen,
All of gleaming silver -— Like the trees about me,
Nay, of burnished gold. Clad in tender green.”
Then the rest would weep and sigh Once again he slumbered, sad ;
None would be so fine as I.” Once again his wish he had.
Slept the little Pine tree Broad his leaves and fragrant,
When the night came down, Rich were they and fine,
While the leaves he wished for Till a goat at noon-day
Budded on his-crown. Halted there to dine.
All the forest wondered, Then her kids came skipping
At the dawn, to see Round the fated tree ;
What a golden fortune All his leaves could scarcely
Decked this little tree. Make a meal for three.
Then he sang and laughed aloud ; Every tender bud was nipt,
Glad was he and very proud. Every branch and twig was stript.
Foolish little Pine tree! Then the wretched Pine tree
At the close of day, Cried in deep despair,
Thro’ the gloomy twilight, ‘Would I had my needles ;
Came a thief that way. They were green and fair.
Soon the treasure vanished ; Never would I change them,”
Sighed the Pine, ‘‘ Alas '. Sighed the little tree;
Would that I had chosen ‘* Just as nature gave them
Leaves of crystal glass.” They were the best for me.”
Long and bitterly he wept, So he slept, and waked, and found
But with night again he slept. All his needles safe and sound!
St. Nicholas, May, 1889. ; Eupora S. BuMSTEAD.
i! * «s al ? The earth has no more gorgeous sight
When our wide woods and mighty lawns To show to human eyes.
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Bloom to the April skies,
BRYANT.

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THE FLOWER OF THE DESERT.

Who does not recollect the exultation of Valiant over .a flower in the torrid wastes
of Africa? The affecting mention of the influence of a flower upon the mind, by Mungo
Park, in a time of suffering and despondency, in the heart of the same savage country,
is familiar to every one.”—owit?’s Book of the Seasons.

HY art thou thus in thy beauty cast,
W O lonely, loneliest flower !
Where the sound of song hath never passed
From human hearth or bower?

I pity thee, for thy heart of love,
For that glowing heart, that fain
Would breathe out joy with each wind to rove
In vain, lost thing! in vain!

I pity thee, for thy wasted bloom,
For thy glory’s fleeting hour,

For the desert place, thy living tomb —
O, lonely, loneliest flower !

I said — but a low voice made reply,
**Lament not for the flower !

Though its blossoms all unmarked must die,

_ They have had a glorious dower.

‘Though it bloom afar from the minstrel’s
way,
And the paths where lovers tread ;
Yet strength and hope, like an inborn day,
By its odors have been shed.

** Yes! dews more sweet than ever fell
O’er island of the blest
Were shaken forth, from its purple bell.
On a suffering human breast.

** A wanderer came, as a stricken deer,
O’er the waste of burning sand,
He bore the wound of an Arab spear,
He fied from a ruthless band.

** And dreams of home in a troubled tide
Swept o’er his darkening eye,
As he lay down by the fountain side,
In his mute despair to die.

** But his glance was caught by the desert’s
flower,
The precious boon of Heaven;
And sudden hope, like a vernal shower,
To his fainting heart was given.

** For the bright flower spoke of One above—
Of the presence felt to brood,
With a spirit of pervading love,
O’er the wildest solitude.

**O, the seed was thrown those wastes among
In a blessed and gracious hour,
For the lorn rose in heart made strong,
By the lonely, loneliest flower!”

Mrs. HEMANsS.

FAIR

Fair tree ! for thy delightful shade
"Tis just that some return be made ;
Sure some return is due from me
To thy cool shadows and to thee.
When thou to birds dost shelter give,
Thou music dost from them receive ;
If travelers beneath thee stay

TREE!

Till storms have worn themselves away,
That time in praising thee they spend,
And thy protecting power commend ;
The shepherd here from scorching freed,
Tunes to thy dancing leaves his reed,
Whilst his loved nymph in thanks bestows
Her flowery chaplets on her boughs.

LaDy WINCHELSEA.— The Tree.

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THE DANCE OF THE DAISIES.

S° my pretty flower-folk, you
Are in a mighty flutter ;
All your nurse, the wind, can do,
Is to scold and mutter.

‘‘ We intend to have a ball
(That’s why we are fretting);
And our neighbor-flowers have all
Fallen to regretting.

‘‘Many a butterfly we send
Far across the clover.
(There ’ll be wings enough to mend
When the trouble’s over.)

‘* Many a butterfly comes home
Torn with thorns and blighted,
Just to say they cannot come,—
They whom we've invited.

‘Yes, the roses and the rest
Of the high-born beauties

Are ‘ engaged,’ of course, and pressed

With their stately duties.

‘« They re at garden-parties seen ;
They ’re at court presented :
They look prettier than the Queen !
(Strange that ’s not resented.)
St. Nicholas, August, 1889.

‘* Peasant-flowers they call us —we
Whose high lineage you know—
We, the ox-eyed children (see !)
Of Olympian Juno.”

(Here the daisies all made eves /
And they looked most splendid,
As they thought about the skies,
Whence they were descended.)

‘*Tn our saintly island (hush !)
Never crawls a viper,

Ho, there, Brown-coat ! that’s the thrush:

He will be the piper.

‘*Tn this Irish island, oh,
We will stand together.
Let the royal roses go ;—
We don’t care a feather.

Strike up, thrush, and play as though
All the stars were dancing.

So they are! And —here we go —
Isn’t this entrancing?”

‘‘Swaying, mist-white, to and fro,
Airily they chatter,
For a daisy dance, you know,
Is a pleasant matter.

SARAH M. B. PIATT,

H OW calm, how beautiful comes on

In gratitude for this sweet calm ;

The stilly hour, when storms are gone; And every drop the thunder-showers

When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity,—
Fresh as if Day again were born,
Again-upon the lap of Morn!

When the light blossoms, rudely torn
And scattered at the whirlwind’s will,
Hang floating in the pure air still,
Filling it al) with precious balm,

Have left upon the grass and flowers
Sparkles, as ’t were that lightning-gem
Whose liquid flame is born of them !

When, ’ stead of one unchanging breeze,

There blow a thousand gentle airs,

And each a different perfume bears,—
As if the loveliest plants and trees

Had vassal breezes of their own

To watch and wait on them alone,

And waft no other breath than theirs !

Moore’s Lalla Rookh.

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MANUAL. ; 281

A WALK IN SPRING.

WANDER’D in a lonely glade,
Where, issuing from the forest shade,
A little mountain stream
Along the winding valley play’d,
Beneath the morning beam.
Light o’er the woods of dark brown oak
The west wind wreathed the hovering smoke,
From cottage roofs conceal’d,
Below a rock abruptly broke,
In rosy light reveal’d.

*T was in the infancy of May,—

The uplands glow’d in green array,
While from the ranging eye

The lessening landscape stretched away,
To meet the bending sky.

’T is sweet in solitude to hear
The earliest music of the year,
The Blackbird’s loud wild note,
Or, from the wintry thicket drear,
The Thrush’s stammering throat.

In rustic solitude ’tis sweet

The earliest flowers of Spring to greet,—
The violet from its tomb,

The strawberry, creeping at our feet,
The sorrel’s simple bloom.

Wherefore I love the walks of Spring,—.
While still I hear new warblers sing
Fresh opening bells I see ;

Joy fiits on every roving wing,
Hope buds on every tree.
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MONTGOMERY.

MIDSUMMER.

EHOLD the flood-tide of the year,
The glad midsummer time,
When all things bright and fair are here

And earth is in its prime.

In fresh green woods the laurel hides
Her blushing waxen bloom ;

And pink azaleas by the brook
Breathe spicy, faint perfume.

Wild roses by the dusty roads
Bud, blossom and decay,

Content to be for joy of it,
The pleasure of a day.

This lovely world, how strangely sweet
It is! how wondrous fair

The starry daisies at my feet !
How fresh the.summer air !

They bring a message home to me,
With tender meaning fraught :
The lowliest flower our Lord has made
Is worth a tender thought.

And each midsummer blossom-time
I learn the lessons o’er,—

This love of field, and flower, and vine,

And love of God the more.
ABBIE F. Jupp.

Hence lastly springs care of posterities

For things their kind would everlasting make ;

Hence is it that old men do plant young trees,
The fruit whereof another age shall take.
Sir J. Davies.

The birch, the myrtle, and the bay
Like friends did all embrace ;
And their large branches did display

To canopy the place.
DRYDEN.

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

BRIAR-BLOOM.

HE wild-azaleas sweeten all the woods,
The locust swings its garlands of perfume;
But, sweetest of all sweets, to-day there broods
Above the slopes of green and golden gloom:
The scent of briar-bloom.

Sweetest of sweets and fairest of all flowers .
Among wealth of delicate blossoming,

The blackberry bramble creeps and hides, or towers
Above the budding shrubs, with clasp and cling
Bowering the realm of spring.

Roses are warmer with their passion red,
Lilies'are queenlier with their hearts of snow;
Magnolia cups a heavier incense shed,
But when I would be tranced with sweet I go
Where the sharp briars grow. _

Brave must the hand be, which would bear away
Their snowy length and dare the threatened doom,
Yet when is past my woodland holiday,
I can but smile at wounds and deck ny room
With wreaths of briar-bloom,

Some souls I love are trimmed with flowers like these,
Recluse and shrinking from the broadest day,
And full of delicate fragrances —
- Yet with keen pride to hold false friends at bay

And keep the world away.
ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN.

ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM.

ERE are old trees, tall oaks, and gnarléd pines,

That stream with gray-green mosses; here the ground
Was never trenched by spade, and flowers spring up
Unsown, and die ungathered. It is sweet
To linger here among the flitting birds
And leaping squirrels, wandering brooks, and winds
That shake the leaves, and scatter, as they pass,
A fragrance from the cedars, thickly set
With pale-blue berries. In these peaceful shades —
Peaceful, unpruned, immeasurably old —
My thoughts go up the long dim path of years,
Back to the earliest days of liberty.

* * * * * *

BRYANT.

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CALLING THEM UP.

GHALL I go and call them up,—
Snowdrop, daisy, buttercup ?”
Lisped the rain ; *‘they.’ve had.a pleasant winter’s nap.”
Lightly:to their doors it crept, -
Listened while they soundly slept ;
Gently woke them with its rap-a-tap-a-tap! .
Quickly woke them with rap-a-tap-a-tap !

Soon their windows opened wide, —

Every thing astir inside; ~
Shining heads came peeping out, in frill and cap;
“Tt was kind of you, dear rain,’ i

Laughed they all, “to come again ;
We were waiting for your rap-a-tap- a-tap!

Only waiting for your rap-a-tap-a-tap !”
GEORGE COOPER.

THE OLIVE TREE.

HE palm — the vine — the cedar — each hath power
To bid fair Oriental shapes glance by-.;
And each quick glistening of the laurel bower
Wafts Grecian images o’er fancy’s eye.
But thou, pale olive! in thy branches lie
Far deeper spells than. prophet grove of old
Might e’er enshrine: I could not hear thee sigh
To the wind’s faintest. whisper, nor behold.
One shiver of thy leaves’ dim, silvery green,
Without high thoughts and solemn of that.scene
When, in the garden, the Redeemer prayed,—
When pale stars looked upon His fainting. head,
And angels, ministering in silent dread,
Trembled, ah ae within any trembling shade.
Mrs. HEMANS.

Spirits of, fire, that.brood not long,
But flash resentment back for wrong ;
And hearts, where, slow but deep, the Reeds.
Of vengeance ripen into deeds ;
Till,-in some treacherous hour of calm,
They burst, like Zeilan’s giant palm,
Whose buds fly open with a sound
That Shakes the pigmy forests round!
Moore's Lalla Rookh.

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

AMONG THE TREES.

H ye who love to overhang the springs,

And stand by running waters, ye whose boughs
Make beautiful the rocks o’er which they play,
Who pile with foliage the great hills, and rear
A paradise upon the lonely plain,

Trees of the forest, and the open field!

Have ye no sense of being? Does the air,

The pure air, which I breathe with gladness, pass
In gushes o’er your delicate lungs, your leaves,

All unenjéyed? When on your winter's sleep
The sun shines warm, have ye no dreams of spring?
And when the glorious spring-time comes at last,
Have ye no joy of all your bursting buds,

And fragrant blooms, and melody of birds

To which your young leaves shiver? Do ye strive
And wrestle with the wind; yet know it not ?

Feel ye no glory in your strength, when he,

The exhausted blusterer, flies beyond the hills,
And leaves you stronger yet? Or have ye not

A sense of loss when he has stripped your leaves,
Yet. tender, and has splintered your fair boughs?
Does the loud bolt that smites you from the cloud
And rends you, fall unfelt ? Do there not run
Strange shudderings through your fibres when the ax
Is raised against you, and the shining blade

Deals blow on blow, until, with all their boughs,
Your summits waver and ye fall to earth?

Know ye no sadness when the hurricane

Has swept the wood and snapped its sturdy stems
Asunder, or has wrenched, from out the soil,

The mightiest with their circles of strong roots,
And piled the ruin all along his path ?

Nay, doubt we not that under the rough rind,
In the green veins of these fair growths of earth,

There dwells a nature that receives delight

From all the gentle processes of life,
And shrinks from loss of being. Dim and faint
May be the sense of pleasure and of pain,

As in our dreams; but, haply, real still.
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For still
The February sunshine steeps your boughs
And tints the buds and swells the leaves within ;

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While the song-sparrow, warbling from her perch,
Tells you that spring is near. The wind of May
Is sweet with breath of orchards, in whose boughs
The bees and every insect of the air
Make a perpetual murmur of delight,
And by whose flowers the humming-bird hangs poised
In air, and draws their sweets and darts away.
The linden, in the fervors of July,
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn

“Of gladness and of thanks. The hermit-thrush
Pipes his sweet note to make your arches ring;
The faithful robin, from the wayside elm,
Carols all cay to cheer his sitting mate;
And when the autumn comes, the kings of earth,
In all their majesty, are not arrayed
As ye are, clothing the broad mountain-side
And spotting the smooth vales with red and gold ;
While, swaying to the sudden breeze, ye fling
Your nuts to earth, and the brisk squirrel comes
To gather them, and barks with childish glee,
And scampers with them to his hollow oak. |

Thus, as the seasons pass, ye keep alive
The cheerfulness of Nature, till in time
The constant misery which wrings the heart
Relents, and we rejoice with you again,
And glory in your beauty; till once more
We look with pleasure on your varnished leaves,
That gayly glance in sunshine, and can hear,
Delighted, the soft answer which your boughs
Utter in whispers to the babbling brook.

Ye have no history. I cannot know
Who, when the hillside trees were hewn away, .
Haply two centuries since, bade spare this oak,
Leaning to shade, with his irregular arms,
Low-bent and long, the fount that from his roots
Slips through a bed of cresses toward the bay —
I know not who, but thank him that he left
The tree to flourish where the acorn fell,
And join these later days to that far time
While yet the Indian hunter drew the bow

286 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

In the dim woods, and the white woodman first
Opened these fields to sunshine, turned the soil
And strewed the wheat. An unremembered Past
Broods, like a presence, mid the long gray boughs
Of this old tree, which has outlived so long

The flitting generations of mankind.

Ye have no history, J ask in vain
Who planted on the slope this lofty group
Of ancient pear-trees that with spring time burst.
Into such breadth. of bloom. One bears a-scar
Where the quick lightning scored its trunk, yet still
It feels the breath of Spring, and every:May
Is white with. blossoms. Who it was that laid.
Their infant roots in earth, and tenderly
Cherished the delicate sprays, I ask in vain,
Yet bless the unknown hand to which I owe
This annual festival of bees, these songs ,
Of birds within their leafy screen, these shouts
Of joy from children gathering up the fruit... .
Shaken in August, from the, willing boughs. -

Ye that my hands have planted, or have spared,
Beside the way, or in the orchard-ground,
Or in the open meadow, ye whose boughs
With every summer spread a wider shade,
Whose herd in coming years shall lie at rest
Beneath your noontide shelter? who shall pluck
Your ripened fruit ? who grave, as was the wont
Of simple pastoral ages, on the rind
Of my smooth Beeches some beloved name ?
Idly I ask, yet may the eyes that look
Upon you, in your later, nobler growth,
Look also on a nobler age than ours;
An age when, in the eternal strife between
Evil and Good, the Power of Good shall win
A grander mastery.
+ * ait: ee: Bayan

A man was lately tried at Aberdeen for obstructing a revenue officer; it un-
fortunately came out on the trial, that the prisoner had been guilty of planting
the Tree of Liberty, where no trée had ever grown before, and where Liberty
was not in the most flourishing state. The consequence was, a judgment, that
he should be publicly whipped, and banished the Pupepou for fourteen years.

* THOMAS PAINE, 1793.

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BOLEHILL TREES.

A conspicuous plantation, encompassing a school-house and play-ground, on
a bleak eminence, at Barlow, in Derbyshire.

OW peace to his ashes who planted yon trees,
That welcome my wandering eye!> ~~
In lofty luxuriance they wave with the breeze,
And resemble a grove in the sky.
On the brow of the mountain, uncultured and as.
They flourish in grandeur sublime,”
Adorning its bald and majestical peak,
Like the lock on the beac of —

A ind-neark they slay the stranger forlorn
All night on the wild heath delay’d, .
’ Tis rapture to spy the young beauties of morn
Unveiling behind their dark shade.
The homeward-bound husbandman joys.to behold;
On the line of the gray evening scene,
Their branches yet gleaming with purple and gold;
And the sunset expiring between.
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Then peace to his ashes who planted those trees!
Supreme o’er the landscape they rise,
With simple and lovely magnificence please
__ All bosoms, and gladden all eyes.
Nor marble, nor brass, could. emblazen his fame
Like his own sylvan trophies, that wave
In graceful memorial, and whisper his name.
And scatter their leaves on his grave.

Ah! thus, when I sleep in the desolate tomb,
May the laurels I planted endure,

On the mountain of high immortality bloom,
Midst lightning and tempest secure !

Then ages unborn shall their verdure admire,
And nations sit under their shade,

While my spirit, in secret, shall move o’er my lyre,
Aloft:in their branches display’d.

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MONTGOMERY.

' Amid them stood the tree of life,
- High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit
Of vegetable gold. MILTON’S Paradise Lost.

288 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

TREE BURIAL.

EAR our south-western border, when a child
Dies in the cabin of an Indian wife,
She makes its funeral couch of delicate furs,
Blankets and bark, and binds it to the bough
Of some broad branching tree with leathern thongs
And sinews of the deer. A mother.once
Wrought at this tender task, and murmured thus:
“Child of my love, I do not lay thee down
Among the chilly clods where never comes
The pleasant sunshine. There the greedy wolf
Might break into thy grave and tear thee thence,
And I should sorrow all my life. I make
Thy burial-place here, where the light of day
Shines round thee, and the airs that play among
The boughs shall rock thee. Here the morning sun,
_ Which woke thee once from sleep to smile on me,
Shall beam upon thy bed, and sweetly here
Shall lie the red light of the evening clouds
Which called thee once to slumber. Here the stars
Shall look upon thee — the bright stars of heaven
Which thou didst wonder at. Here too the birds,
Whose music thou didst love, shall sing to thee,
And near thee build their nests and rear their young
With none to scare them. Here the woodland flowers,
Whose opening in the spring-time thou didst greet
With shouts of joy, and which so well became
Thy pretty hands when thou didst gather them,
Shall spot the ground below thy little bed.
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BRYANT.

The thorns which I reaped are of the tree

I planted,— they have torn me and I bleed ;

I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Byron's Childe Harold.

“QO, for a seat in some poetic nook
Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook.”
LEIGH HUNT.

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VOICES OF THE FOREST.

UARDING the mountains around
Majestic the forests are standing,

Bright are their crested helms,
Dark is their armor of leaves ;
Filled with the breath of freedom
Each bosom subsiding, expanding,
Now like the ocean sinks,
Now like the ocean upheaves,

Planted firm on the rock,
With foreheads stern and defiant,
Loud they shouted to the winds,
Loud to the tempest they call ;
Naught but Olympian thunders,
That blasted Titan and Giant,
Them can uproot and o’erthrow,
Shaking the earth with their fall.
LONGFELLOW’s The Masgue of Pandora.

WILD THORN BLOSSOMS.

EEP within the tangled wildwood,
Where the tuneful thrushes sing,

- And the dreaming pine trees whisper

In their sleep a tale of spring ;
Where the laughing brook goes leaping
Down the mountain’s mossy stair,
There the wild white thorn is flinging
Its sweet fragrance everywhere.

Rough and rugged are its branches,
But its bloom is white as snow ;
And the roaming bees have found it,
In their wanderings to and fro ;
And they gather from its sweetness
Heavy freights the livelong day,
And go sailing homeward, singing
Their thanksgivings all the way.

All unheeded fall the blosoms,
Like sweet snowflakes through the air,
And the summer marches onward
With its fragrance rich and rare ;
But the grateful bee remembers,
As he winds his mellow horn,
That the spring-time was made sweeter
By the blossoms of the thorn.

Juian S. CuTLer.

ARBUTUS.

6 | RBUTUS, thou dost faintly swing
A The subtle censer of. the Spring.
I sip thy wine, I kiss thy lips,
I softly touch thy pinky tips,
More than I say thou art to me,
A past and still a joy to be!
If e’er I stand of all bereft,

_ As they do stand whom Death has left,

A treasure dearer far than gold
Mine empty hands will seek and hold
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The first arbutus of the Spring,

A simple thing, a little thing,

Yet incense-bearer to the King,

His tidings glad borne on its wing.

All my lost life "t will backward bring,

And all the life before ’t will touch

With Spring’s young glory, ‘twill be
much,

How much! Yet such a little thing,

The first arbutus of the Spring!”

290 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

A MAY MORNING.

0) LADY, leave thy silken thread ’Tis like the birthday of the world,
And flowery tapestry ; When earth was here in bloom ;

There’s living roses on the bush, The light is made of many dyes,
And blossoms on the tree ; The air is all perfume ;

Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand There’s crimson buds, and white and blue —
Some random bud will meet ; The very rainbow showers

Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find Have turned to blossoms where they fell,
The daisy at. thy feet. And sown the earth with flowers.

° There’s fairy tulips in the east,

The garden of the sun;

The very streams reflect the hués
And blossom as they run ;

While morn opes like a crimson rose,
Still wet with pearly showers;

Then, lady, leave the silken thread
Thou twinest into flowers

PUT FLOWERS IN YOUR WINDOW.

Ay UT flowers in your window, friend, Put flowers in your window, when ~
i And summer in your heart ; You sit in idle mood ;
The greenness of their mimic boughs For wholesome, mental aliment,
Is of the woods a part ; There is no cheaper food.
The color of their tender bloom For love and hope and charity
Is love’s own pleasing hue, Are in their censer shrined,
As surely as you smile on them, And shapes of loveliest thought grow. out
They ’ll smile again on you. The flower-loving mind.”
* * * * * * *

Yes, I love the children of the woodlands, of the highlands and the lowlands. Espec-
ially those first heralds of spring that come forth with all her newness and dewy freshness,
that quickening of life that makes one’s pulses bound. Yes,

‘* There is to me
A daintiness about these early flowers,
That touch me like poetry. They blow out
With such a simple loveliness among
The common herbs of pasture, and they breathe
Their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts
Whose beatings are too gentle for the world.”

Mrs. G. W. FLANDERS.

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TREES OF HISTORY AND MYTHOLOGY.

YOUTH once rode into a forest, and asked of the trees:

** O, if ye have a singing leaf, The music of seas far away ;
I pray you give it me.” Only the Aspen pattered
But the trees all kept their counsel, With a sound like the growing rain,
They said neither yea or nay ; That fell fast and ever faster,
Only there sighed from the Pine tops Then faltered to, silence again.

Tennyson tells us of the talking Oak, but to us, who are less fortunate in
poetic imagery, the trees are speechless; if the birds understand the language
of rustling leaves, they keep it a secret from us, who would fain open and read
this page in nature’s volume.

Sacred history is full of allusions to trees in their various stages of growth
and abundance. The first sin of our common mother was in partaking of the
forbidden fruit from the tree in the garden of Paradise. At the foot of Mount
Lebanon eight gigantic Cedars stand as the only representatives of the once
immense forests. The prophecy concerning them has come to pass, “They
shall be few that a child may count them.” The Olive, the Fig and the Oak
are likewise often referred to in the sacred Scriptures. We read of the righteous
as representing a tree of life, and they are declared to be like a tree planted by
the rivers of water, while the wicked are likened to a Green Bay tree, and the
ungodly to an Oak whose leaf fadeth. The Green Bay tree is a species of
Laurel. Pliny collected and recorded the information and opinions concerning
it current in his time. It was held sacred to Apollo, and used as a symbol of
victory. It was used by the Romans to guard the gates of Cesar, and that

_worn by Augustus and his successors had a miraculous history. The grove at
the Imperial villa having grown from a shoot sent by Livius Drusilla from
heaven.

Among the Indians of Brazil there is a tradition that the whole human race
sprang from a Palm tree. It has been a symbol of excellence for things good
and beautiful. Among the ancients it was an emblem of victory, and. as such,
was worn by the early Christian martyrs, and has been found sculptured on their
tombs. The Mohammedans venerate it. Certain trees, said to have been propa-
gated from some originally planted by the prophet’s daughter, are held sacred
and the fruit sold at enormous prices. The day upon which Christ entered
Jerusalem, riding upon the colt of an ass, is called Palm Sunday, being the first
day of the Holy Week. In Europe real Palm branches are distributed among
the people. Goethe says:

**In Rome on Palm Sunday,
They have the true Palms,
The cardinals bow reverently
And sing old psalms.

Elsewhere these songs are sung ‘mid Olive branches; more southern climes
must be content with the sad Willow.

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The books relating to the religion of Buddha were nearly all of them writtem
upon the leaves of the Fan ‘Palm, and by missionaries they have been used in
the place of paper. The noble aspect of this tree, together with its surpassing”
utility, has caused it to be called ‘‘the prince of the vegetable kingdom,” and.
it has been immortalized in history, mythology and poetry.

A Cypress tree in Somma, Lombardy, is said to have been standing since
the time of Julius Cesar. Napoleon, in making a road over the Simplon, devi-.
ated from a straight line, that he might not be obliged to cut it down. Cypress.
wood is very enduring, and for this reason, no doubt, it was used for mummy
cases and statues. Pliny tells us, a statue of Jupiter carved from Cypress.
wood remained standing for six hundred years. In Turkish cemeteries it is a
rule to plant a tree of this variety at every interment.

Cypanissus, a beautiful youth, was transformed into a Cypress by Apollo,
that he might grieve all the time. The Cypress is an emblem of mourning,
and Scott thus writes:

‘‘ When villagers my shroud bestrew
With Pansies, Rosemary and Rue,
Then, lady, weave a wreath for me,
And weave it of the Cypress tree.”

There is a familiar legend about the Black Thorn, a species of the Plum. It
is said that Joseph, of Aramathea, planted his staff, that it grew, put forth its
blossoms every Christmas day afterward until it was destroyed by a Puritan
soldier, who was wounded by a splint from the tree and died trom its effects.

Branches of the White Thorn were used for the nuptial chaplets of Athenian
brides, and a tree of this variety is stil] alive that was planted by Mary, Queen
of Scots.

_ There is a tradition among the French peasantry that groans and cries issue
from the Hawthorn on Good Friday, doubtless arising from the superstition
that Christ’s crown of thorns was made from this bush.

The legend that the cross of Jesus was made of Aspen wood, and hence its
leaves were doomed to tremble, has led an unknown poet to show his ignorance:
of the true cause in the following lines:

‘* Ah, tremble, tremble, Aspen tree,
I need not ask thee why thou shakest,
For if, as holy legend saith,
On thee the Saviour bled to death,
No wonder, Aspen, that thou quakest,
And till in judgment all assemble,
Thy leaves, accursed, shall wail and. tremble.”

The real cause of the mobility depends on the fact that the leaf stalk of the
Poplar is flattened laterally, and even the slightest wind produces a motion.
Since this is so, we may be sure that the Aspen will continue to wail and trem-
ble, but not because its leaves are accursed,

There is an island in Lake Wetter, Scotland, upon which stood twelve majes-
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down, thus effacing from the group the traitor, Judas, who, he declared, should
have no lot with the faithful.
In Latin myths, the Fig tree was heid sacred to Bacchus, and employed in
religious ceremonies. A tree of this variety is said to have overshadowed
Romulus and Remus, the twin founders of Rome, in the wolf’s cave. The
sacred Fig is chiefly planted in India as a religious object, being regarded as
sacred by both Brahmas and Buddhists. A gigantic tree of this variety, grow-
ing in Ceylon, is said to be one of the oldest trees in the world, and, if tradition
is to be trusted, it grew from a branch of the tree under which Gantama Buddha
became endued with divine powers, and has always been held in the highest
veneration.
Vick's Magazine. F. L. SHELDON.

A TREE’S RECORD OF ITS LIFE.

T is not known to every one that a tree keeps a record within its stem of the
character of each successive season since it began its growth. Ifa Peach
tree, for instance, be examined after it has been cut down, the ring of wood
formed in each year will show by its amount whether the summer of that year
was warm or dry, or otherwise favorable or adverse ; and by the condition of
_ the wood, the character of the winter will be denoted. Severe early frost will
leave a layer of soft, decaying. wood ; and later frosts will be indicated by a
change of color, if nothing more.

_If a summer has been so dry as to cause a total rest between the growths of
June and September, the annual ring for that year will be a double one, and
Sometimes barely distinguishable as one, but liable to be taken, by a not very
close observer, for two different years’ growth.

At a late meeting of the Botanical Society of Edinburgh, Sir Robert Christisun
gave the results of measurements of large trees of different species made annu-
ally on lines of girth marked permanently with paint. Inthe very unfavorable
season of 1879, the deficiency in summer temperature was nearly ten degrees.
In seven Oak trees, of different species, the deficiency in annual increase of
girth was ten percent. In eleven other deciduous trees, it was forty-two per
cent; and in seventeen Pines it was twenty per cent, different species of the
same family giving very nearly similar results.

Vick's Magazine.

Nearly all the tributaries of the upper Mississippi have lost one-half of their
former supply of water. Inundations in the spring are more frequent, while
now in the summer the depth of many of these rivers average hardly more
inches than could be measured by feet thirty years ago. The snow-fall is irreg-
ular, and the climate is subject to abrupt changes at all seasons of the year.
The Legislatures of the North-Western States are being roused to the fact
the forests must be preserved.

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HISTORIC TREES.

HE following list includes some of the more prominent trees that have been
consecrated by the presence of eminent personages, or by some conspic-
uous event in the history of our country.

They all have a place in our national history, and are inseparable from it because
they were so consecrated. A knowledge of the events associated with their
memories cannot but engender patriotic emotions in the breast of every true
American citizen.

1. One of the best known trees in American history is the Charter Oak which
stood in Hartford, Conn., until 1856, when it was blown down. This tree once
preserved the written guarantee of the liberties of the then infant colony of
Connecticut. In 1687 Governor Andros, whom King James had sent across the
sea to be Governor of all New England, appeared before the Connecticut.
Assembly, then in session in Hartford, and demanded the Colony’s charter.
Tradition tells us that the charter was brought in and laid upon the table. In
an instant all lights were extinguished and the room was wrapped in total dark-
ness. Nota word was spoken. The candles were again lighted, but the char-
ter had mysteriously disappeared ; and though Sir Edmund searched diligently
for it, his search was in vain. Captain James Wadsworth had seized the
precious charter and concealed it in a hollow in the trunk of this friendly tree.

2. All strangers who visit Cambridge, Massachusetts, look with interest upon
the remnants of the venerable Elm tree under which Washington sat, when on
the 3rd of July, 1775, he assumed command of the Colonial army. It standsin
the center of a great public thoroughfare, its trunk protected by an iron fence
from injury by passing vehicles, which for more than a century have turned out.
for this tree.

3. ‘“‘The Cary Tree,” planted by Alice and Pcebe Cary, As these sisters were
returning from school one day they found a small tree in the road, and carry-
ing it to the opposite side they dug out the earth with sticks and their hands,
and planted it. When these two children had grown to womanhood and
removed to New York city, they never returned to their old home without.
paying a visit to the tree they had planted. That tree is the large and beautiful
Sycamore, which one sees in passing along the Hamilton turnpike from College
Hill to Mount Pleasant, Hamilton county, Ohio.

4. A tree interesting from its association with the General of the American
Army, is the Washington Oak at Fishkill. Washington’s headquarters re-
mained on the west bank of the Hudson, between Newburgh and New Windsor,
from the spring of 1782, to August 18, 1783; and during this time he crossed
the river frequently for the purpose of visiting the troops in camp upon Fish-
kill Plain, near the village of that name. The most convenient landing-place
on the east bank was upon a long, low point of land formed to the north of the
mouth of Fishkill creek, and here, according to the tradition of the locality,
under two large Oak trees, Washington always mounted and dismounted from
his horse as he started and returned from the camp, The tree is a Chestnut.

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Oak, still healthy and vigorous, and standing directly at the top of the low
river-bank. The trunk girths at the present time, over twenty-one feet, and,
judging from the age of its companion, which was blown down a few years since,
eight or ten centuries may have passed since the acorn from which it sprang
fell to the ground. -

5. There is a Weeping Willow in Copp’s burying-ground near Bunker Hill,
that has grown from a branch taken from a tree that shaded the grave of
Napoleon at St. Helena. Under this tree are buried the remains of Cotton
Mather, so noted in Salem witchcraft. Copp’s burying-ground is so near the
Bunker Hill battle-field, that a number of grave-stones can be seen to-day

_ which were pierced through by bullets fired by British soldiers in that battle.

6. It was the custom of our New England ancestors to plant trees in the early
settlement of our country, and dedicate them to liberty. Many of these “ Lib-
erty Trees,” consecrated by our fore-fathers are still standing. ‘‘Old Liberty

Elm” in Boston, was planted by a school-master long before the Revolutionary

war, and dedicated by him to the independence of the Colonies. Around that
tree, before the Revolution, the citizens of Boston and vicinity, used to gather
and listen to the advocates of our country’s freedom. Around it during the
war, they met to offer up thanks and -supplications to Almighty God for the
success of the patriot armies, and after the terrible struggle had ended the
people were accustomed to assemble there year after year, in the shadow of that
old tree, to celebrate the liberty and independence of our country. It stood ,
till within a few years, a living monument of the patriotism of the people of
Boston, and when at last it fell, the bells in all the churches of the city were
tolled, and a feeling of sadness spread over the entire State.

7- The Ash trees planted by General Washington at Mt. Vernon. These trees
form a beautiful row, which is the admiration of all who visit the home of the
Father of his Country.

8. The Elm tree at Philadelphia, under which William Penn made his famous
treaty with nineteen tribes of barbarians, the only treaty never sworn to and
never broken. This Elm was carefully guarded until 1810, when it was unfor-
tunately blown down. A monument now marks the spot.

Other familiar trees are the wide spreading Oak tree of F lushing, Long
Island, under which George Fox, the founder of the society of Friends or
Quakers, preached.

“The Burgoyne Elm,” at Albany, which was planted on the day the British

General Burgoyne was brought a prisoner into the city, the day after the

surrender.

The lofty Cypress tree in the Dismal Swamp, under which Washington
reposed one night in his young manhood.

The magnificent Black Walnut tree, near Haverstraw on the Hudson, under
which General Wayne mustered his force at midnight, preparatory to his suc-
cessful attack on Stony Point.

The huge French Apple tree near Fort Wayne, Indiana, where Little Turtle,
the great Miama Chief, gathered his warriors.

The grand Magnolia tree near Charleston, South Carolina, under which Gen-
eral Lincoln held a council of war previous to surrendering the city.

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The tall Pine tree at Fort Edward, New York, under which the beautiful
Jane McCrea was slain.

The great Pecan tree at Villere’s plantation, below New Orleans, under which
a portion of the remains of General Packingham was buried.

The Pear trees planted respectively by Governor Endicott of Massachusetts,
and Governor Stuyvesant of New York, more than two hundred years ago, and
the Tulip tree on King’s mountain battle-field, in South Carolina, upon which
ten Tory murderers were hung at one time.

Sodus Centre, N. Y. EDWARD C. DELANO, -

THE USE OF ARBOR DAY.

HE subject of forestry is, of course, an appropriate one for Arbor Day, if
there is any person available who is competent to present or discuss it.
Almost any time would be suitable for the intelligent treatment of this topic, if .
people will come together to hear and consider it. It is vitally related to the
public welfare in a variety of ways,-and serious injury to the prosperity and
civilization of our country is almost certain to result from the lack of sufficient
knowledge to enable our people justly to estimate its importance. Oratory
without knowledge is of little value, and will not long be found entertaining ;
but knowledge regarding the subjects which are appropriate for Arbor Day can
be acquired only as knowledge of other important subjects is acquired, by seri-
ous interest and application, by study and adequate observation.

The planting of trees by a person able to use it as an object-lesson for popu-
lar instruction by describing the structure and functions of the various parts of
the tree, and their relations to each other in its life, would in many places be
an admirable use to make of Arbor Day. The proper care of trees and shrubs
in villages and along country road-sides, their economic value as related to
bird-life and insect-life, their influence on health, and on the interest and hap-
piness of human life, their value as a means of seclusion, and their effect in
landscape everywhere, are all good subjects for consideration on Arbor Day, if
they are seriously and intelligently presented.

If a few public-spirited young men and women in every town will read the
new literature regarding these and similar subjects, they will soon be able to
supply competent direction for Arbor Day observances, and, what is more im-
portant, to give good counsel, and to act intelligently when questions of prun-
ing trees, widening streets and destroying road-sides are under discussion,

Garden and Forest. April 17, 1889,

Germany has made great progress in tree-planting. It was a part of the
national policy of Frederick the Great by which Germany was raised from a
small power toa great one. Where once the sandy deserts would not nourish
a flock of goats, vast armies have been maintained, and regiments of hardy
soldiers have poured forth from the fertile soil, where two hundred years ago
the thorn and the thistle overspread an impoverished land.

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PRUNING TREES.

S trees grow thickly together in the forest, the lower limbs die and drop off,
while they are small; but in case of isolated trees, the conditions are so
different, that unless pruned, they are often ill shaped and unsightly.

Many people erroneously imagine that as a tree grows, the limbs will be raised
higher, whereas, from increased weight, they droop and become really lower.

The common practice is to neglect pruning shade trees till the view is
obstructed by large low limbs which are then heroically sawed off, leaving large
knots ang scars which must ever remain to offend the eye. These useless
branches were grown at the expense of the main trunk; such trees can never
present the fine and majestic appearance of those which have a nearly uniform
diameter from the ground to the lowest limbs.

In imitation of nature’s process in the forest, all limbs and sprouts should be
removed as soon as possible up to a desired point; this can usually be done
with an ordinary knife, or even the hand. In considering the removal of a
sprout, the question should be: Willa branch be desirable at that point? If
not, let it not remain to rob desirable parts. The height at which branching
should be allowed to commence must be decided by individual taste which will
also indicate the lopping off, at other points, of those branches which are ill-
formed, and not in harmony with the general appearance. Dead and decaying
limbs should be promptly removed. H. R. SANFORD, A. M.

THE BLUE-BIRD.

HEN Nature made the blue-bird she wished to propitiate both the sky and
the earth, so she gave him the color of the one on his back and the hue of
the other on his breast, and ordained that his appearance in spring should
denote that the strife and war between these two elements was at an end. He
is the peace-harbinger; in him the celestial and the terrestrial strike hands and
are fast friends. He means the furrow and he means the warmth; he meansall
the soft, waving influences of the spring on the one hand, and the retreating
footsteps of winter on the other. After you have seen the blue-bird you will
see no more cold, no more snow, no more winter. He brings soft skies and the
tuddy brown of the fields. It is sure to be a bright March morning when you
first hear his note; and it is as if the milder influences up above had found a
voice and let a word fall upon the ear, so tender is it and so prophetic a hope
tinged with a regret.
Scrtbner’s Magazine, August, 1873. JOHN BURROUGHS.

Owing to the destruction of forests, that part of Italy that was once adorned
with villas, parks, flower and fruit gardens, is now an unhealthy uninhabitable
region. The malarious gases were formerly absorbed by the leaves of the
numerous trees, but now they fill the air, and infect even the heart of the city.

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THE PALM TREE.

S it the palm, the cocoa palm,
On the Indian sea, by the isles of balm?
Or is it a ship in the breezeless calm ?

A ship whose keel is of palm beneath,
Whose ribs of palm have a palm-bark sheath,
And a rudder of palm it steereth with.

Branches of palm are its spars and rails,
Fibers of palm are its woven sails,.
And the rope is of palm that idly trails!

What does the good ship bear so well?
The cocoa-nut with its stony shell,
And the milky sap of its inner cell. -

What are its jars, so smooth and fine,
But hollowed nuts, filled with oil and wine,
And the cabbage that ripens under the Line?

Who smokes his nargileh, cool,and calm ?
The master whose cunning and skill could charm
Cargo and ship from the bounteous palm.

In the cabin he sits on a palm mat soft,
From a beaker of palm his drink is quaffed,
And a palm thatch shields from the sun aloft.

His dress is woven of palmy strands,
And he holds a palm-leaf scroll in his hands,
Traced with the Prophet’s wise commands!

The turban folded about his head
Was daintily wrought of the palm-leaf braid,
And the fan that cools him, of palm was made.

Of threads of palm was the carpet spun
Whereon he kneels when the day is done,
And the foreheads of Islam are bowed as one.

To him the palm is a gift divine
Wherein all uses of man combine, —
House, and raiment, and food, and wine !

And in the hour of his great release,
His need of the palm shall only cease
With the shroud wherein he lies at peace.

« Allah il Allah!” he sings his psalm,
On the Indian sea, by the isles of palm;
“Thanks to Allah who gives the palm!”

WHITTIER.

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WELCOME TO MAY.

AIL! hail! hail to the beautiful May ;
Now while nature’s green carpet is spread on pare ground,

E With verdure and beauty the hill-sides are crowned,
' So with music, sweet music, we'll make the wood ring,
While nature is smiling, this song we will sing:
Welcome to May, beautiful May,
Join in the song gladly to-day,
With happy voices and with hearts so gay,
Sing we a welcome, thrice welcome tc May.

Hail! hail! hail to the beautiful May ;
Lovely May thou art welcome, we greet thee to-day,
For winter's cold winds thou hast driven far away,

While the birds sing so gayly, and flow’rs bloom so bright,
We'll join in the chorus and sing with delight :

Welcome to May, beautiful May,

Join in the song gladly to-day,
’ With happy voices and with hearts so gay,

Sing we a welcome, thrice welcome to May.

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SONG OF CONSECRATION.

ELEASED from her fetters, all nature rejoices,
With music and mirth from her captives set free,
We join the grand anthem, and lift our glad voices
In praise and thanksgiving, Great Giver, to thee.

Earth green, ‘neath our feet, thy warm sun shining o’er us,
With birds and the bowers and the blossoms of spring,
The landscape of life stretching onward before us,
"Tis meet that our Arbor Day off’ring we bring.

From winter’s cold sleep, see the myriads awaken;
To slumber no longer in silence and gloom,
Not a life, not a germ, not a bud is forsaken,
But all are remembered in nature’s first bloom.

While ‘neath the green foliage the shadows are dancing,
Our hearts swayed with love as the leaves on the tree,
And feel the warm zephyrs of summer advancing
We lift our glad spirits, Great Giver, to thee! -
Watertown, N. Y. E. A. HOLBROOK.

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ARBOR DAY.
ITS EDUCATING INFLUENCE,

HE observance of Arbor Day has already led to the planting of myriads of
trees in thiscountry. Important as is this result, the educating influence of
this work is of still higher value. One of these educating forces begins when
children are thus led to plant not only trees, but tree-seeds, acorns, nuts, drupe-
stones or pits, and then to observe the wonderful miracles which the tree-life
they have started is working out before them. What interest and profit, what
growth of mind and heart they will gain, as they watch the mysterious forces
of these living germs, their marvelous assimilating power, carrying on a curious
chemistry in their underground laboratory, linked with the mysterious appa-
ratus of the leaves above, transforming coarse earth and even offensive filth
into living forms of surpassing beauty and fragrance. It is something for a
child, who has dropped such a germ in the earth, to feel that he has madea
lasting contribution to the natural beauty around him, for there is nothing
more ennobling than the consciousness of doing something for future genera-
tions, which may prove a growing benefaction in coming years—a_ better
monument than any in bronze or’marble. The trees which children plant
around the homestead and watch from seed to shoot, from bud to limb, and
from flower to fruit, will be increasingly prized with a sentiment of companion-
ship and almost of kinship as they grow into living memorials of happy,
youthful days. Thus, the educating influences of Arbor Day will manifest:
themselves more and more as the years go by, especially to all who apply Dr.
Holmes’ advice, and ‘“‘make trees monuments of history and character,” or
appreciate his saying, “I have written many verses, but the best poems I have
produced are the trees I have planted,” or the striking words of Sir Walter,
“Planting and pruning trees I could work at from morning till night. There
is a sort of self-congratulation, a little tickling self-flattery in the idea that
while you are pleasing and amusing yourself, you are seriously contributing to
the future welfare of the country.”

As a result of Arbor Day, talks on trees and tree-planting are now common
in our best schools. Every pupil should be led to observe, recognize and
admire our common trees, and thus come to realize that they form the finest
drapery that adorns this earth in all lands. Such love of trees will tend to
make them practical. arborists. Let the parent as well as teacher, then
encourage every child—girl or boy—to plant, or help in planting, if too
young to work alone, some flower, shrub, vine or tree, to be known by his or
her name. Such offspring they will watch with pride, as every month or year
new beauties appear, and find a peculiar pleasure in the parentage of trees,
whether forest, fruit or ornamental, a pleasure that never cloys, but grows
with their growth. Such tree-planting is a grand discipline in foresight.
Mental myopia means weakness and folly, while the habit of forecasting con:
sequences is the condition of wisdom. Many youth will sow only where they
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harvest long in maturing. The tree-planter can appreciate the apothegm,
“To patiently work and wait, year after year, for the attainment of some far-
off end, shows a touch of the sublime, and implies moral no less than mental
heroism.”

Clinton, Conn, B. G. NORTHROP.

ARBOR DAY.

UR modern institution — Arbor Day —is a public acknowledgment of our
dependence upon the soil of the earth for our daily, our annual, bread.
In recognition of the same fact the Emperor of China annually plows a furrow
with his own hand, and in the same significance are the provisions in the
ancient law of Moses, to give the land its seven-year Sabbath, as well as to
man his seventh day for rest and recreation. Our observance is a better one,
because it calls on all, and especially on the impressible learners in the schools
to join in the duty which we owe to the-earth and to all mankind, of doing
what each of us can to preserve the soil’s fertility, and to prevent, as long as
possible, the earth, from which we have our being, from becoming worn out
and wholly bald and bare. And we do this by planting of-any sort, if only by
making two blades of grass grow where but one grew before, and: by learning
to preserve vegetation. We give solemnity to this observance by joining in it
on an appointed day, high and low, old and young, together.
Vick's Magazine.

DESTRUCTION OF THE FORESTS.

OME of the figures presented to the Forestry Congress, recently held at
Philadelphia, are, to say the least, impressive. From them it appears that the
woodland of the United States now covers 450,000,000 acres, or about twenty-
six per cent of the area. Of this not less than 25,000,000 acres are cut over
annually, a rate of destruction that will bring our forests to an end in eighteen
years, if there is no replanting.- It was also stated that while the wood grow-
ing annually in the forests of the United States amounts to 12,000,000,000 cubic
feet, the amount cut annually is 24,000,000,000 cubic feet, and this does not
include a vast amount destroyed by fire. The country’s supply of timber,
therefore, is being depleted at least twice as fast as it is being reproduced, and
this is another way of showing that a timber famine is approaching rapidly. It
will be very serious when it comes, and it will not be relieved very easily or
very soon.
Newspaper Extract, Nov., 1889.

Mouldering and moss grown through the lapse of years in motionless beauty
stands the giant oak — while those that saw its green and flourishing youth are
gone and forgotton.

LONGFELLOW.

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ASPEN.

T that awful hour of the passion, when the Saviour of the world felt de-
serted in His agony, when —
“The sympathizing sun nis light withdrew,
And wonder’d how the stars their dying Lord could view —”
when earth, shaken with horror, rung the passing bell for Deity, and universal
nature groaned; then from the loftiest tree to the lowliest flower all felt a
sudden thrill, and trembling, bowed their heads, all save the proud and ob-
durant aspen, which said, ‘Why should we weep and tremble? we trees, and
plants, and flowers are pure and never sinned!” Ere it ceased to speak, an
involuntary trembling seized its every leaf, and the word went forth that it
should never rest, but tremble on until the day of judgment.
Old Legend.

MAPLE.

HAT was a day of delight and wonder,
While lying the shade of the maple trees under —
He felt the soft breeze at its frolicsome play ;
He smelled the sweet odor of newly mown hay,
Of wilding blossoms in meadow and wood,
And flowers in the garden that orderly stood ;
He drank of the milk foaming fresh from the cow,
He ate the ripe apple just pulled from the bough;
And lifted his hand to where hung in his reach,
All laden with honey, the ruddy-cheeked peach ;
Beside him the blackberries juicy and fresh ;
Before him the melon with odorous flesh;
There he had all for his use or his vision,
All that the wishes of mortal could seize —
There where he lay in a country elysian,
Happily, dreamily,
Under the trees.
THOo’s DUNN ENGLISH.

Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true;
Yet, wildings of nature, I doat upon you;
For ye waft me to summers of old,
When the earth teem’d around me with fairy delight,
And when daisies and buttercups gladden’d my sight,
Like treasures of silver and gold.
CAMPBELL.

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THE LILAC.

HE sun shone warm, and the lilac said,
“T must hurry.and get my table spread,
For if I am slow, and dinner late,
My friends, the bees, will have to wait.”

So delicate lavender glass she brought

- And the daintiest china ever bought,
Purple tinted, and all complete ;
And she filled each cup with honey sweet.

“ Dinner is ready!” the spring wind cried;
And from hive and hiding, far and wide,
While the lilac laughed to see them come,
The little gray-jacketed bees came hum-m!

They sipped the syrup from every cell,
They nibbled at taffy and caramel ;
Then, without being asked, they all buzzed: “We
Will be very happy to stay to tea.”
Ciara Doty Bares.

THE RHODORA.
4 ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER?

N May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
To please the desert and the sluggish brook.
The purple petals fallen in the pool,
Made the black water with their beauty gay;
Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,
And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth-and sky,
Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for being.
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
I never thought to ask, I never knew;
But, in my simple ignorance, suppose
The self-same power that brought me there brought you.
EMERSON.

Who that has loved knows not the tender tale
Which flowers reveal, when lips are coy to tell. é
BULWER-LYTTON.

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THE BIRCH TREE.

IPPLING through thy branches goes the sunshine,
Among thy leaves that palpitate forever ;
Ovid in thee a pining nymph had prisoned,
The soul once of some tremulous inland river,
Quivering to tell her woe, but, ah! dumb, dumb forever!

While all the forest, witched with slumberous moonshine,
Holds up its leaves in happy, happy silence,

Waiting the dew, with breath and pulse suspended,

I hear afar thy whispering, gleamy islands,

And track thee wakeful still amid the wide-hung silence.

Upon the brink of some wood-nestled lakelet,

Thy foliage, like the tresses of a Dryad,

Dripping about thy slim white stem whose shadow

Slopes quivering down the water’s dusky quiet,

Thou shrink’st as on her bath’s edge would some startled Dryad.

Thou art the go-between of rustic lovers;

Thy white bark has their secrets in its keeping ;
Reuben writes here the happy name of Patience,

And thy lithe boughs hang murmuring: and weeping
Above her as she steals the mystery from thy keeping.

Thou art to me like my beloved maiden,

So frankly coy, so full of trembly confidences ;

Thy shadow scarce seems shade, thy pattering leaflets
Sprinkle their gathered sunshine o’er my senses,

And nature gives me all her summer confidences.

Whether my heart with hope or sorrow tremble,
Thou sympathizest still; wild and unquiet,
I fling me down; thy ripple, like-a river,
Flows valleyward, where calmness is, and by it
My heart is floated down into the land of quiet.
LOWELL.

Behold the trees unnumbered rise,
Beautiful, in various dyes;
The gloomy pine, the poplar blue,
The yellow beech, the sombre yew,
The slender fir that taper grows,
The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs,
. DYER.

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CUTTING OFF THE FORESTS.
EFFECT IN CENTRAL NEW YORK.

HERE is abundant evidence in America of the effects of cutting off the
’ forests. In Central New York streams that thirty or forty years ago kept
the ponds well filled for the saw-mill and grist-mill, and furnished a never-fail-
ing supply of running water for the farm, are now dry in summer, with the ex-
ception of here and there a stagnant pool; the dam is decayed and washed away,
_ the mills gone, and the once picturesque scene is changed to that of desolation.
Yet, with the warm rains of spring and the melting snows, the streams overflow
their banks, the swift waters carry away fences, bridges, and embankments.
Spring opens later. The young cattle were wont to be turned into the wood-
sheltered pasture about the first of April; now they are kept shut up until the
middle of May. Peach orchards that were sure to be loaded every year with
luscious fruit have almost disappeared, and the crop is the exception rather
than the rule. The extremes of heat and cold are greater, and droughts in
summer and floods in springtime are more frequent and more destructive.
Trace the stream* from its source to the laket and the cause of these things is
apparent. The old tamarack swamp that used to supply the boys and girls
with aromatic gum, and in which the creek had its source, has all been cut
away. The thickly-wooded black-ash swamps, through which the stream ran
in its course to the lake, have been cleared, and their marshy areas have given
place to cultivated fields and pastures. The cutting away the forests from the
headwaters and the banks of this stream accounts for the changes I have noted,
and this picture, I doubt not, is a very familiar one in the New England and Mid-
_dle States. It is not difficult for men who know the effects of cutting the timber
from small areas around the headwaters of the smaller streams to understand
why summer navigation in the Mississippi, the Missouri, and the Ohio, has
become difficult and at times impossible where it was easy and constant a few
years ago; or why the Hudson and the Connecticut are much lower in summer
and higher in spring than in former years. The partial deforesting of the
Adirondack region has materially affected the flow of the Hudson, the Mohawk,
the Black, and other rivers, and sufficiently demonstrated the fact that were
this great watershed of New York stripped of its forest covering, the Empire
_ State would lose her prestige, and New York city her rank as the first commer-
cial city of the New World. :
WARREN HIGLEY, President American Forestry Congress, 1885.

**In such green palaces the first kings reigned ;
Slept in their shade, and angels entertained.
With such old counsellors they did advise,
And by frequenting sacred shades grew wise.”

*Owasco creek in Cayuga county. +Owasco lake.

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ARBOR DAY.

REE planting on Arbor Day, for economic purposes in the great West, has
given to the prairie States many thousand acres of new forests, and in-
spired the people with a sense of their great value, not only for economic
purposes, but for climatic and meteorological purposes as well. The cele-
bration of Arbor Day by the public schools in several of the older States by
the planting of memorial trees, as originated at Cincinnati in the spring of
1882, and generally known as the “Cincinnati plan,” has done much also to
awaken a widespread interest in the study of trees ; and this annual celebration
promises to become as general in the public schools and among the people as
the observance of May day in England. ‘‘ Whatever you would have appear in
the Nation’s life you must introduce into the public schools.” Train the youth
into a love for trees, instruct them in the elements of forestry, and the wisdom

of this old German proverb will be realized. .

WARREN HIGLEY, 1885,

The trees which the children plant, or which they assist in dedicating, will
become dearer to them as year after year rolls on. As thetrees grow, and their
branches expand in beauty, so will the love for them increase in the hearts of
those by whom they were planted or dedicated, and long before the children
reach old age they will almost venerate these green and living memorials of
youthful and happy days; and as those who have loved and cared for pets will
ever be the friends of our dumb animals, so will they ever be the friends of our
forest trees. From the individual to the general, is the law of our nature.
Show us a man who in childhood had a pet, and we'll show you a lover of
animals. Show us a person who in youth planted a tree that has lived and
flourished, and we’ll show you a friend of trees and of forest culture.

JOHN B, PEASLEE.

FOREST SILENCE.

HERE is a soft green darkness ‘round
Wherein the noon sleeps hushed and still,
Only a little hidden rill
Moves murmuring through mossy ground ;
The doves are silent, and the bees
Hum here no more; the green branched trees
Are moveless in the windless air,
And silence broodeth everywhere.
Harper's Magazine, September, 1884.

“ Large streams from little fountains flow
_ Tall oaks from little acorns grow,”

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“ARBOR DAY ACROSTIC.

* FOR A CLASS OF SEVEN GIRLS.

‘ACH girl should be dressed in white, with shoulder sash of red, white and
blue, and should wear real or imitation flowers of the kind represented.
_ Tf flowers cannot be obtained, each girl should wear a coronet made of card-

board covered with pink tissue-paper on which appears the name of the flower
_ represented. The letters for the name may be cut out of gilt paper and attached
with mucilage.

_ Each girl should be provided with one of the seven letters comprised in

__ A-R-B-O-R D-A-Y. These letters should be from eight to ten inches long,
cut from heavy card-board and covered with evergreen.

Girl representing ARBUTUS enters, carrying letter A,— comes well down

; in front, and recites her selection; then places letter in position on wall back

of stage, for which previous preparation may have been made, and takes her

place at left center. ROsE then enters, recites selection, places letter R in

position on wall, and takes her place next to Arbutus. Others follow in order.
After the last letter has been placed in position all recite in concert.

A-RBUTUS.
I am the Arbutus.
ifs has maids of Honor — if Spring has maids of Honor —
eke should not the Spring, Arbutus leads the train:
With all her dainty service, A lovelier, a fairer,
Have thoughts of some such thing? The Spring would seek in vain,
R-OSE.
I am the Rose.
If Jove would give the leafy bowers Nursling of soft summer dawns;
A queen for all their world of flowers, Love's own earliest sigh it breathes,
The Rose w wood be ove cheive of Jove Beauty. s brow belciads- lustre wreathes,
And bl ae queen of every grove, nd to young zephyr’s warm caresses,
‘Gem, the vest ext of earth acne Spreads abroad its verdant tresses.
Eye of gardens, tet, of lawns,
B-UTTERCUP.
I am the Buttercup.
Im —— and I wear the dress They say I’m but an idle weed,
Po cadence) Sang?ecan: Sonne As useless as I’m gay;
You may remember having seen But there was never yet a flower
A Buttercup before ; More loyal to the May.

Ox-EYE DAaIsy.

I am the Ox-eye Daisy.
Oh welcome, welcome, queenly May - But when the air grew doubly sweet
The Ox-Eye daisy am 1; With music and perfume,
I ag my blossoms folded close : I knew that you had come indeed,
the Apnil sky; And it was time to bloom.
R-HODORA.
‘ Tam the Rhodora.
In May when sea-winds pierce our solitudes, The purple petals, fallen in the I,
2 calor the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Make the dark water with their beauty gay;
its leafless blossoms in a oe os Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,
: | please the Saeber and the sluggish broo And court the flower that cheapens his array.

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D-AFFODIL,
I am the Daffodil. -
The dainty Lady Daffodil Her tall green leaves, like sentinels,
Hath donned her amber gown, Surround my Lady’s throne,
And on her fair and sunny head And geacioully, in happy state,
Sparkles her golden crown. She reigns a queen alone,
A-STER.

I am the Aster.

The Autumn woods the Aster knows, And still beside the shadowy glen
The empty nest, the wind that grieves, She holds the color of the skies ;

The sunlight breaking thro’ the shade, Along the purpling wayside steep -

The squirrel chattering overhead, She hangs her fringes passing deep,

The timid rabbits lignter tread And meadows drowned in happy state
Among the rustling leaves. / Are lit by starry eyes!

Y-ELLOw Cowstip.
Iam the Yellow Cowslip.
Welcome, thrice welcomé! all our friends, But since before the fairest bloom,
I have not much to bring, It must be mine to die,

I’m but the Yellow uch | Oh, give to me one gentle smile,
The humblest flower of Spring ; ray, do not pass me by.

A-R-B-O-R D-A-Y.

All :
We are the sweet flowers, We fill the air with pleasure by our simple breath,
Born of sunny showers, All who see us love us—
(Think, whene’er you see us, what our beauty saith); We benefit all places ;
Utterance, mute and bright, Unto sorrow we givesmiles—and unto graces, races...
Of some unknown delight,
Arranged by Epwarp C. DELANo,
THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD.
* * * * *
E took the children by the hand, These pretty babes, with hand in hand
Tears standing in their eye, Went wandering up and downe ;
And bade them straightway follow him, But never more could see the man
And look they did not crye ; Approaching from the town ;
And two long miles he led them on, Their prettye lippes with black-berries,
While they for food complained ; Were all besmeared and dyed,
Staye here, quoth he, I'll bring you bread, And when they sawe the darksome night,
When I come back againe. They sat them downe and cryed.

Thus wandered these poor innocents,

Till deathe did end their grief,
- In one another's arm’s they dyed,

As wanting due relief ;

No burial this “‘ pretty pair”
Of any man receives,

Till Robin-red-breast piously
Did cover them with leaves.

* * * * *

THOMAS PERCY, 1765.

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ROCK-A-BYE, BABY, ON THE TREE TOP.

OCK-A-BYE, baby, on the tree top,
R When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
i And down will come baby, cradle and all.

Cuorus.— Oh, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, mother is near,
Then rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, nothing to fear,
For angels of slumber are hovering near,
So rock-a-bye, baby, mother is here.

Rock-a-bye, baby, the meadows in bloom
Laugh at the sunbeams that dance in the room ;
Echo the birds with your own baby tune
Coo in the sunshine and flowers of June.

CuHorus.— Rock-a-bye, baby, etc.

Rock-a-bye, baby, so cloudless the skies,

Blue as the depths of your own laughing eyes,
Sweet is the lullaby over your nest,

That tenderly sings little baby to rest.

CuHorus.— Rock-a-bye, baby, etc.

Rock-a-bye, baby, the meadows in bloom

May never the frosts pall the beauty in gloom;
Be thy world ever bright as to-day it is seen ;
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green.

Cuorus.— Rock-a-bye, baby, etc.

“* A wonderful thing is a seed — Plant blessings, and blessings will bloom !
The one thing deathless forever ! Plant hate, and hate will grow.

The one thing changeless, utterly true, You can sow to-day, to-morrow shall bring

Forever old, forever new, The blossoms that prove what sort of thing

And fickle and faithless never. Is the seed — the seed that

** The fair maid who, the first of May,
Goes to the fields at break of day,

_ And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree,
Will ever after handsome be.”

These woods were first the seat of sylvan powers,
Of nymphs and fawns, and savage men who took
Their birth from trunks of trees and stubborn oak.

you sow.”

VIRGIL.

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MYSELF.

* * * * *

ie I ‘‘ was smart,” and all the springs I knew the trees where slept the crows ;

On all the hills could show ; And, on the water’s brim,
And if there were some grammar things I climbed among the hemlock boughs
I didn’t care to know, To watch the fishes swim.
I always knew how many boughs I knew beside the swollen rill,
The latest tempest broke, What flowers to bloom had burst ;
And just how far the woodpecker And where, upon the south sloped hill,
Had girdled ’round the oak. The berries ripened first.

Each violet tuft, each cowslip green,
Each daisy on the lea,
I counted one by one, for they
Were kith and kin to me.
* * * * *

Published by James Vick, Rochester. Harriet ELLEN AREY.

IF I WERE A BIRD.

I’ I were a bird I would warble a song, _If I were a flower I’d hasten to bloom,

The sweetest and finest that ever was And make myself beautiful all the day
heard, through,
And build me a nest on the swinging elm With drinking the sunshine, the wind, and
tree ; the rain ;
Oh, that’s what I’d do if were a bird. Oh, if I were a flower, that’s what I’d do.
“ % * * *

‘Once as our Saviour walked with men below,
His path of mercy through a forest lay ;
And ‘mark how all the drooping branches show
What homage best a silent tree may pay.

Only the aspen stood erect and free,
Scorning to join the voiceless worship pure.

But see! He casts one look upon the tree,
Struck to the heart she trembles evermore.’

German Legend.

Full in the midst a spreading elm displayed

His aged arms, and cast a mighty shade ;

Each trembling leaf with some light vision teems,

And leaves impregnated with airy dreams. VIRGIL.

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BEAUTIFUL TREES.

ATURE'’S children, beautiful trees!
Whose branches bow to the gentle breeze;

Maple, beech, oak and elm,
In every country, in every realm,
In lonely valley, on mountain side,
They tower aloft in stately pride,
In pasture, meadow and forest dell,
Dear old landmarks! we love them well.

Along the highway dusty and dreary,

How welcome their shade to the trav’ler weary;
Beneath their green boughs in the dim twilight,
Youth and maid oft linger their vows to plight,
And the old, old story that ever is new

Is told ’neath the hawthorn, maple and yew.

Where would the birds build their curious nests,
Humming-bird, oriole, robin red-breast ;

Away from the school boys’ eyes so keen,

Save in the tree-top’s leafy screen.

How could we build our houses grand,

If trees grew not in every land?

Our beautiful trees stately and tall

Must help to build school-house, church and hall.

They've waved their green banners since the beginning of time,
Their uses are many, their missions sublime,
Pure and noble as all men should be,
Honest and upright like a proud forest tree:
Let us ever be grateful for blessings like these,
Let us honor and love God’s beautiful trees.
Smithville, N. Y., Arbor Day, 1889. Aste R:

ARBOR DAY.

| FF to the woods! Off to the woods! Scamper and frolic! Gather the flowers,
. Boys it’s a grand new holiday ! Shouting our merriest roundelay;
Off to the woods for a green young tree, The buds shall bloom, and the birds shall sing
And we'll plant it ourselves,on Arbor Day. In the tree we plant on Arbor Day.

Joy to the thought of our own, own tree !
Long may its branches shade our way;
This task. shall ever our pleasure be,
Planting a tree on Arbor Day.

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A MONUMENT OF TREES.

XTRACT from remarks by Prof. J. P. McCaskey, of Lancaster, Pa., editor
of the Pennsylvania School Journal, and Principal of High School, at
Lancaster, April 26, 1889:

The people of a certain locality in Japan, it is said, love to tell this story of
what is perhaps the most beautiful road in the Japanese Empire. When the
great general and law-giver Iyecsasu died, his former tributary princes vied
with one another in rich mortuary gifts to perpetuate his memory. One daimio,
loving and loyal, instead of the customary gift of rare bronze or wrought stone,
to honor his dead lord, gave from his forest land, thousands of cryptomeria
trees, which he wisely knew would be an ever-growing delight for generations
in a densely populated region.

These young trees, which were then but eighteen inches or more in height,
he planted at equal distances along the two roads leading to Nikko, where the.
body of the dead prince was interred. Two hundred years have passed, and the
trees, so small when planted, are giants now, whose branches interlock across
the wide roadway, presenting to the traveler in either direction a vista of green
as far as the eye can reach. Extending for thirty miles in one direction, and
fortwenty miles in another, these rows of noble trees meet seven miles from the
temple where lie the ashes of the honored dead, and for this last seven miles a
double row of trees is found on each side of the roadway. In describing this
unique and very beautiful tribute of respect and affection, a recent traveler
says:

“Many who visit Nikko may forget the loveliness of the mountain scenery,
the waterfalls and rushing streams, the carving and gilding of the temples, the
soft low tone of the bells, the odor of incense and the chanting of priests, but
few will forget their twenty miles’ ride beneath the over-arching branches of
. the stately trees. What more beautiful memorial could be suggested than this,
which benefits rich and poor, prince and coolie, alike, while mere bronze lant-
erns and costly but dead memorial stones are of no service except as reminders
of a bygone age?”

One of the most useful trees of tropic climes is the cocoa palm. It has a
straight, erect stem, surmounted by a tuft of great leaves. The natives obtain
drinking water from the fruit before it is ripe; almonds of a delicate flavor from
the ripe fruit, milk from the nut, and a substance resembling cabbage from the
tree. It also furnishes a delicious wine, and sugar is made from the sap. The
wood is used to make houses, the leaves to thatch them, and to make sails, the
net fiber to calk ships, and the oil to season meats and burn in lamps. With-
out this tree many otherwise barren and desolate coral islands of the Pacific
would be uninhabitable by man, bird or beast.

“He who plants trees loves others besides himself.”

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A CONVENTION OF MICHIGAN TREES.

{Prepared by the Department of Botany and Forestry of the Agricultural College of Michigan, W. J.
A : . Beau, Prof. of Botany and Forestry-.] J

Norway Pine (Louie). — Fellow trees of Michigan, to organize this meeting I move the
election of White Oak as chairman. (Seconded.) Al! who favor this motion please say
a (Unanimous vote.) Those who are opposed will say no. The ayes have it, and
White Oak will take the chair.

White Oak (Julius). — Fellow trees, the object of our meeting is to consider whatever
may be to our best interests in the forests of Michigan. It isa subject of great import-
ance to the State and to all of us; and we hope to gain much valuable information from
each other and to hear from every one present. ; :

We have gathered from all parts of the State for this conference. As we should keep a
‘permanent record of our proceedings, and as the newspapers will probably wish to pub-
lish our papers and discussions, I think a secretary will be needed to take the minutes of
this meeting.

Beech (Harry). — I nominate Chestnut (Lillie) to act as secretary. (Seconded.)

White Oak. — All who favor the nomination last made will say aye. Those who are
opposed will say no. The ayes have it, and Chestnut is elected secretary. (She takes her

White Oak. — Our musician, Pine (Bessie), has kindly arranged the music for us. She
sings only when the spirits move her. We may know when that is by the peculiar sway-
ing of her head. At the swaying let us suspend business and listen. She moves— we
will hear ‘‘ The echoes from the Forest.”

White Oak. — We are now ready for discussion. (Several trees rising at once.)

White Oak. — Tulip tree has the floor.

Tulip Tree (Herman). — Fellow trees, I am glad to have this opportunity to plead my
qualifications as an ornamental tree. I grow to a great size and height and have shining,
queer-shaped leaves and. large, tulip-shaped blossoms which remind you of the sunny
South, where my sisters, the Magnolias, live. : ;

Burr Oak (Joseph). —I should like to ask Tulip tree of what use he is? Michigan
people have a right to demand of us both usefulness and beauty.

Tulip Tree. — I am not only valuable as an ornamental shade tree, but I also furnish

excellent timber for carriage bodies, furniture and finishing houses. Years ago my fore-

. fathers were numerous south of the Grand River Valley, and supplied wood for laths,
shingles and lumber in the place of the white pine. Our family is a small one, repre-
sented in Michigan by a single species."

White Oak. — We shall be glad to hear from any members of the Oak family who live
in Michigan. (Sixteen members rise.)

White Oak. — This is certainly a large family. I recognize Chestnut as entitled to the
floor, What claims have you to rank in the Oak family ? :

Chestnut. — All botanists of the present day agree that the Beech, the Ironwood, the
blue Beech, and the Hazels and Chestnuts are first cousins to the Oaks. [I live in four
counties in the south-east part of the State and am well known for valuable timber and a
good crop of edible nuts.

Beech.— U pon my smooth, gray bark many a heart history has been carved. The poet
Campbell tells it so beautifully :

“ Thrice twenty summers have I stood,
Since youthful lovers in my shade
Their vows of truth and rapture paid,
And, on my trunk’s surviving frame,
Carved many a long forgotten name.

And here is another beautiful thing from Whittier:

“T have always admired the taste of the Indians around Sebago Lake, who, when
their chief died, dug round the beech tree, swaying it down, and placed his body in the
tent, and then let the noble tree fall back into its original place, a green and beautiful
monument for a son of the forest.”

I am one of the commonest and well-known trees of Michigan.

Burr Oak.— Ten of us Oaks, out of about 300, live in this State. Brother White Oak
is by far the most common and well known. He is the senior member of our family and
has attained a very great age. He never thrives in perfection except in a good soil and
in oa es climate. The Michigan people are proud that so many of our family live
with them. :

Tulip Tree.— White Oak is certainly loyal'to his family, but I should like to hear the
uses of his tree. : :

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Burr Oak.— Every particle of him is useful, even to his ashes. His bark is used for
tanning leather; his wood is hard, compact, heavy, tough and durable, good for heavy
wagons, plows, railroad ties, fence posts, ship timber, furniture, and finishing the interior
of houses.

Swamp White Oak (Leona).— As much of my timber‘is so nearly like that of White

Oak, and often passes for it, I will say, as a tree, ‘‘ I am beautiful in every stage of my -

growth ; at first, light, slender, delicate and waving; at last, broad, massive and grand,
but always graceful.”

Chestnut Oak (James).— Emerson says of White Oak: “ As an ornament to the land-
scape, or as a single object, no other tree is to be compared with it, in every period of
its growth, for picturesqueness, majesty, and inexhaustible variety of beauty. When
standing alone it throws out its mighty arms with an air of force and grandeur which have
made it everywhere to be considered the fittest emblem of strength and power of resist-
ance. Commonly the oak braves the storm to the last, without yielding, better than any
other tree. The limbs go out ata great angle and stretch horizontally to a vast distance.”

Laurel Oak (John).— The famous A. J. Downing said: ‘‘ There are no grander or more
superb trees than our American oaks. ' We are fully disposed to concede it the first rank
among the denizens of the forest. Asan ornamental object we consider the oak the
most varied in expression, the most beautiful, grand, majestic and picturesque of all
deciduous trees.”

Black Jack Oak ‘(Herbert). — Poetry, history, mythology and romance abound in
references to the oak. I should like to hear from our fellow trees some common quota-
tions in reference to the oak.

White Ash (Myrtie).— ‘‘ The unwedgeable and gnarled oak.”

Black Ash (Ella).— ‘‘ The old oaken bucket.”

Sugar Maple (Louisc).— ‘‘ Jove’s own tree that holds the woods in awful sovereignty.”

Red Maple (Anna).— ‘‘ A goodly oak, whose boughs were mass’d with age.”

Scarlet Oak (Ben.).— ‘‘ King of the woods.”

Blue Ash (Amy). — “ Thy guardian oaks, my country, are thy boast.”’

Silver Maple (Kate).— ‘‘ The monarch oak, the patriarch of. trees.”

Butternut (Burke).— ‘‘ The oak for grandeur, strength and noble size, excels all trees
that in the forest grow.”

Black Walnut (Frank).— “‘ Tall oaks from little acorns grow.”

Buttonwood (Harrison).—

‘“* Woodman, forbear thy stroke !
Cut not its earth-bound ties;

Oh, spare that aged oak,
. Now towering to the skies!”
Sassafras (Henry).— .
“Behold yon oak,
How stern he frowns.”

Pepperidge (Walter).— ‘‘ The glory of the woods.”
Buckeye (Samuel).—

“* Proud monarch of the forest !

That once, a sapling bough,

Didst quail far more at evening’s breath
Than at the tempest now.

Strange scenes have eager long ages roll’d
Since first upon thy stem,

Then weak asosier twig, spring set
Her leafy diadem.”

Red Oak (Lulu).—I begin’to feel my pride rising and hope White Oak will give me a
chance to quote a poem written in honor of one of our family.

White Oak — (Bows).

Red Oak.—

‘A glorious tree is the old gray oak.”’

(From ‘‘ The Oak” by Geo. Hill. See Index) —

Scarlet Oak (Otto). — That poem which Red Oak quoted reminded me of an old
saying of Dr. Holmes: He says: “‘I wonder if you ever thought of a single mark of
supremacy which distinguishes this tree from those around it? The others shirk the
work of resisting gravity, the Oak defies it. It chooses the horizontal direction for its
limbs so that their whole weight may tell, and then stretches them out fifty or sixty feet
so that the strain may be mighty enough to be worth resisting. You will find that in

passing from the extreme downward droop of the branches of the Weeping Willow to |

the extreme upward inclination of those of the Poplar, they sweep nearly half a circle.
At ninety degrees the Oak stops short; to slant upward another degree would mark
infirmity of purpose ; to bend downwacd weakness of organization.”

Black Oak (Ruby). — What the Oak said sounds scientific. I want to tell you some-
thing that begins with ‘‘once upon atime.” Once upon a time the devil agreed witha

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man that he should have the latter’s soul at the time when the oak leaves fell ; but when
he came to look at the oak in the autumn he found it still in leaf, nor did it part with its
old leaves till the new ones began to sprout. In his rage and disappointment he
scratched the leaves so vehemently that they have been in consequence jagged ever
since.

White Oak. — These are certainly good words for the Oak family. We will next listen
to some music from the little birds — our very dear friends.

White Oak. — We shall next hear from the Maples, of which there are six in our State.
They are cousins to the Buckeye, Bladdernut, and Box-elder, all of which belong to the
Maple family.

Sugar Maple (Louise). — I am a favorite ornamental tree. Poets of all ages have suhg
about the Oak. Iam no sweet Singer of Michigan, but I am possessed cf sweetness. I
claim to have made more boys and girls happy than any other tree. I have many changes
in dress — wearing in spring the softest shade of every color; inthe summer the purest
emerald, and in the autumn the most brilliant yellow. My wood is used for furniture,
floors, and for furnishing the interior of houses, and after the houses are finished few
can warm them better than I.

Red Maple (Mary). —I am often called Soft Maple, a name also applied to one of my
sisters. I beautify the country in spring with early red blossoms, and in autumn my
leaves are streaked with scarlet.

‘Silver Maple (Jennie). — My sister Red Maprie and myself are both called Soft Maple.
I make a very rapid growth and am found by the side of streams. Iam often planted
as a shade tree, and in the far West many are planted for shelter belts and for timber.

Bass Wood (Maud). — I am a fine shade tree, my home a moist, rich soil. My fragrant
flowers furnish a great amount of excellent honey for the bees at a time when most other
flowers have disappeared. My timber is soft, lightand tough, and not apt to split, good
for cabinet work, boxes, broom handles, etc.

Black Cherry (Ethel). — With our beautiful blossoms we need not be envious of the
orange groves of California. Iam one large snowball cf blossoms in the spring. My
fruit is much liked by the birds, and my wood is fine, light, durable and looks much like
mahogany. My cousins are the wild plum, crab-apple, mountain ash, hawthorn, June-
berry, spirza, the apple. pear, quince. and the peach, and we all belong to the Rose
family.

Black Walnut (Frank).— Iam not ornamental, nor am I a good neighbor, for I some-
times poison other trees that live near me. In spite of my bad qualities, I am liked
because I can be converted into cash at any moment. Some of my brothers have sold as
high as $2,000. Those who care for us care fora fortune. My relative, the Butternut,
is much loved by boys and girls. It was round my brother at Haverstraw, on the Hud-
son, that General Wayne mustered his forces at midnight, preparatory to his attack on
Stony Point.

Hickory (Ray). — There are four brothers of us in Michigan, but I am the least worthy
of them all, and am the only one present at this convention. We are cousins of the Wal-
nut and Butternut and all belong to the Walnut family. If you want a wood that is good
for buggies, ax handles, barrel hoops, a wood like iron, call upon my brother the Shag-
bark. You will have all the nuts you want thrown into the bargain. Once upon a time
there was-a president of the country who had so many of mv qualities that they called
him Old Hickory.

White Oak. — We will sing about the “‘ echo which in the forest dwells.”

White Oak. — We will next hear a few words from the Ashes. (Three rise and stand
till all are through.)

White Ash (Myrtie). —I am a tall tree and have often been complimented for my use-
fulness. I have been told that I have a graceful top and beautiful pinnate leaves. My
wood is heavy, hard, strong, coarse-grained, compact, and of a brown color, and is much
used for cabinet ware, farm implements, and house finishing. I thrive on rich moist soil.

Blue Ash (Amy).—I am not often found in Michigan. I grow slowly and attain a
good size. My wood is valuable for lumber, posts and sills. I may be distinguished
from all other Ashes by the square branches of a year’s growth.

Black Ash (Ella). — I thrive in swamps and along streams, and become a large, useful
tree. My wood is used for furniture, barrel-hoops and baskets. When well cared for, I
become one of the finest ornamental trees. For this purpose I have never been fully
appreciated. The Ashes belong to the Olive family. We have been called musical, as
in this quotation:

““Ye Ashes wild resounding o’er the steep,
icious is your music to the soul.”

White Oak. — Who will speak next? (A number rise.) Birch has the floor.

Birch (William).— Iam a useful factor in the cause of education, though not now so com-
monly found in the school-room as in former years. There are five sisters of us Birches
in Michigan. The Alders are our cousins. Probably you are best acquainted with the

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Canoe Birch, whose white wood you see in spools and shoe pegs. It gives up its beauti-
ful white dress without any injury to itself. Longfellow has made us a celebrated family
in Hiawatha. He says of us:

‘* Give me of your bark, O Birch tree!”

(From ‘‘ The Story of Hiawatha.” See Index.)

White Oak.—Let us hear from the Elms.

American Elm (Lida).—I have been called the Queen of the Forest, and stand without
a rival at the head of the list of ornamental deciduous leaved trees. I claim this rank on
account of hardiness, rapid growth, and the graceful and majestic beauty of my drooping
branches. We are very proud of our Massachusetts relative under whose venerable
shade Washington first took command of the Continental army, July 3, 1775. How the
affection of every lover of his country clings around that tree! What care has been
taken of it, what marks of esteem have been shown it by the citizens of Cambridge, may
be judged by those who have seen it standing, as it does, in the center of a great public
thoroughfare, its trunk protected by an iron fence from injury by passing vehicles, which
for more than a century have turned out in deference to this monarch of the Revolution.

Red Elm (Claude).—I am well known for my durable red wood and mucilaginous
bark and am often called ‘* Slippery Elm.” My sister, Rock Elm, is a fine tree with
corky branches, and the wood is valuable for farm implements.

Hackberry (Otis).—I am one of the poor cousins of the Elms, and am little known. I
am sometimes called the Nettle tree, and I am afraid Michigan people are not on speak-
ing terms with me. Allow me to tell you about my German relative, the Luther Elm,
near Worms. It is said to have been planted as follows: A bigoted old Catholic lady,
thrusting a stick in the ground, declared her resolution not to accept the new faith till
that dry stick became green. The fact that it did so proved the interest taken by trees
in the preservation of orthodoxy.

Red Mulberry (Robert).—I am another obscure cousin of the Elms and not often seen
in Michigan. The birds are fond of my berries and the wood is as valuable as cedar for
posts. Let me praise the Elm.

‘* Hail to the Elm! the brave old Elm!

Our last lone forest tree,
Whose limbs outstand the lightning’s brand,
For a brave old Elm is he!
For fifteen score of full-told years,
» He has borne his leafy prime,
Yet he holds them well, and lives to tell
His tale of the olden time!”

White Oak.—Let us all repeat the lines of N. S. Dodge in praise of the Queen of the

Forest.
“Then hail to the Elm! the green-topp’d Elm!
And long may his branches wave,
For a relic is he, the gnarl’d old tree,
Of the times of the good and brave.”

White Oak.—We will have another song about the birds (or any other subject).

White Oak.—We have heard nothing from the Willows.

Willow (Marion).—I live near the water and my wood is made into the strangest things,
artificial limbs, tooth-picks, ball clubs and gunpowder. Some'of us are called ‘* Pussy

Willows.”
Elizabeth Allen has written this lovely poem to my sister, the Weeping Willow of
Europe, who has been for years mourning something to us unknown,

**O, Willow, why forever weep,

As one who mourns an endless wrong ?
What hidden woe can lie so deep ?

What utter grief can last so long ?
Mourn on forever, unconsoled,

And keep your secret, faithful tree
No heart in all the world can hold

A sweeter grace than constancy.”

The Poplar (Cara).—There are five sisters of us Poplars who live in Michigan. One is
called Cotton Wood, and two are called Aspens. We are cousins of the Willows and all
belong to the Willow family. I will read some lines of the poets:

‘* Why tremble so, broad Aspen-tree ?
Why shake thy leaves ne’er ceasing ?
At rest thou never seem’st to be,
For when the air is still and clear,
Or when the nipping gale, ameressiie
Shakes from thy boughs soft twilight’s tear,
Thou tremblest still, broad Aspen-tree,
And never tranquil seem’st to be.”

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White Oak.—We ought to hear from Red Bud and Sassafras and Pepperidge and But-
tonwood or Sycamore, who live in our forests, but they do not appear to be present at
this convention. Our exercises would not be complete without hearing from the mem-
bers of the Pine family or cone-bearing trees.

White Pine (Sylvia).— I am one of the tallest and largest, most common, well-known
and valuable trees of the State. In Europe, where some of my number have been intro-
duced, they often call me Weymouth Pine. My leaves are long, light green and in clus-
ters of five. Asa long-lived and beautiful tree for ornamenting rural grounds and parks,
I take.a high rank, while an immense amount of valuable lumber is cut from my wood.

White Oak.—Let us hear from another Pine of Michigan.

Red Pine (Naoma.)—I am often called Norway Pine, though Ido not know why. I
never lived in Norway but am only found in North America. Iam a iall, straight tree,
with long evergreen leaves in clusters of two. I grow slowly, making valuable timber
which is much harder than that of White Pine. For ornamental purposes I much re-
semble Austrian Pine, though much superior to that tree, if we rely on the opinions of

‘ noted horticulturists.

White Oak.—The White Pine and Red Pine have a sister Pine in Michigan. We shall
now give her an opportunity to speak.

Gray Pine (Rose).— Iam a tree of small size, found on poor land in Northern Michi-
gan. When young my growth is rapid; my leaves grow in pairs and are quite short.
My wood abounds in pitch. Iam known bya variety of names, as Scrub Pine, Jack
Pine, Buckwheat Pine, Black Pine, Crocodile Pine, but the name I like the bestis Pinus
Banksiana.

I want to tell you what Ruskin says: ‘‘ The tremendous unity of the pine absorbs and
molds the life of a race. The pine shadows rest upon a nation. The Northern people,
century after century, lived under one or other of the two great powers of the pine and
the sea, both infinite. They dwelt amidst the forests or they wandered on the waves, and
saw no end or any other horizon. Still the dark green trees, or the dark green waters
jagged the dawn with their fringe or their foam, and whatever elements of imagination
or of warrior strength or of domestic justice were brought down by the Norwegian or the
Goth against the dissoluteness or degradation of the south of Europe, were taught them
under the green roofs and wild penetralia of the pine.”

White Oak.— We have another cone-bearing tree in attendance. I call on

Hemlock Spruce (Agnes).— I have been called by students in art and botany and horti-
culture ‘*the most beautiful coniferous hardy tree yet known.” I grow to a good height
and acquire a large size. My evergreen leaves have delicate tints, my young branches
droop gracefully. Asa timber tree I do not claim the highest honor. My bark is valu-
able for tanning leather.

White Oak.— There are two other sister evergreens called ‘‘ Spruces” I see in the
audience. :

Black Spruce (Rhoda).—I abound in swamps in Northern Michigan. Iam often used
for Christmas trees on festive occasions, and boys and girls search me over for a supply
of first-class gum. Iam not responsible, though, for all the gum that goes by my name.
Within a few years my wood has been largely used to make white paper.

White Oak.—I recognize another evergreen. I call on

Red Cedar (Clara).—In summer my leaves are beautiful, but in winter they become
brown. Iam found only sparingly in any part of the world, though I am the most widely
distributed of any tree in the United States. I grow slowly and produce a beautiful red,
fragrant wood, which is soft and very durable. My wood is now mainly limited to the
making of lead pencils.

White Oak.— Let us next hear from

Balsam Fir (Alice).—I am a rather small, slender evergreen found in swamps, though
often cultivated as an ornament about dwellings. I arrive at my prime when about four-
teen years old.

White Oak.— I shall now call on

Arbor Vite (Maud).— I thrive in the swamps of the North and afford shelter to wild
animals. Iam often called white cedar and I furnish most of the telegraph poles, some
fence posts, railway ties and blocks for paving streets. I take a high place as an orna-
mental tree.

White Oak.— We have now heard from all of the cone-bearing evergreen trees who are
present. There is another tree of the State, not here present, which is cone-bearing, and
belongs to the Pine family. I refer to the Tamarack.

There are some other matters appropriate to Arbor Day which should demand our
attention at this time. Howdo the trees of Michigan compare in beauty and variety
with those of Great Britain of which we read so much?

Susie.— The farther north we go the fewer kinds of trees we find; the farther south,
the greater the variety. Great Britain and Ireland contain more than twice the area of
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cherry, one small ash, two elms, two poplars, one beech, one small birch, one pine, one
oak much like our white oak. Great Britain has about ten species of trees native to her
soil, while Michigan, with half the territory, has about ninety species, or nine times as
great a variety.

White Oak.— For some interesting points in reference to nuts and seeds I call on

Red Maple.— Last autumn the hazels, beeches, chestnuts, oaks, hickories, walnuts
and buckeyes matured their fruit, and with this maturing the burs, or cups, or husks,
opened or the stems snapped in two at a joint which began to form months before. Ifa
bur or nut held fast too tenaciously, the frost made it willing to drop, and down it went
with hundreds of others, among the leaves, :

The leaves, with the help of the shifting winds, gently covered the fruit — or some
portions of it. The leaves make the best kind of protection from dry air and severe
cold, and they come just at the right time. All the seeds are not covered, but Dame
Nature is generous. She produces an abundance; enough for seed and enough to feed
the birds, squirrels, and other animals,

White Oak.— We want to hear a word about Nature’s tree-planters, the squirrels,
birds and other animals.

Basswood — The squirrels eat many nuts, but carry a portion to some distance in every
direction, where they plant one or two ina place. It may be the thought of the squirrel
to return at some future time of need, but his bump of locality is not well developed or
he has laid up more than he needed. At all events some of the nuts are allowed to
remain where he planted them. In this way he is a benefit to the trees, and pays for the
nuts which he eats, He has not lived in vain, for he is a tree-planter and believes in
arboriculture. His Arbor days come in autumn, and he needs no gubernatorial message
to stimulate him to work. :

White Oak.— This subject will be continued by

White Spruce (Adeline).— Many of our trees and shrubs produce a fleshy fruit or
berry. Among them are the mountain ash, service berry, wild crab apple, hawthorn,
cherry, holly, viburnum, pepperidge, hackberry, mulberry, sassafras, wild plum, per-
simmon, paw paw, cedars and junipers. Many of these when ripe are rendered con-
spicuous by brilliant colors. The fruits are eagerly sought by grouse, turkeys, deer,
bear, and oiher animals. In most cases the seeds of such fruits are protected by a very
firm covering and are not digestible. They are sown broadcast by wild animals under
circumstances most favorable for germination. The birds, too, belong to the society of
tree planters. ;

White Oak.— We will next listen to some accounts of the wind as a sower of seeds.

Sassafras (lona).— Some trees produce dry seed or seed-pods, and usually drop only a
portion in autumn. They hold on to some seeds with considerable tenacity. Among
these are the buttonwood, basswood, ironwood, blue beech, box-elder, hop tree,-tulip
tree, the ashes, catalpa, locust, Judas tree, birches, alders, larches, pines, spruces. The
fruit or the seed is thin, or provided with wings, which distribute them as they fall, or
after they have fallen. In winter it needs but a slight packing of the snow to bear up the
seeds. At such times, some of the seeds are torn from the trees by the wind, and may
be seen sliding along like miniature ice boats, often half a mile or more from the nearest
tree. The wind also aids in transporting the seeds of our elms, maples, willows and
poplars.

White Oak.— Next listen to something more about seeds,

Red Bud (Cynthia). — A seed is a young plant and is packed ready for transportation.
It has a tiny stem, some seed leaves and a terminal bud. The mother tree before casting
off her progeny into the world, did not fail to give it a little outfit in the form of starch
for food stored up in or surrounding the thick seed leaves. As the young chicks while
in the shell are nourished by the yolk of the egg, so the young oak or maple subsists on
the starch stored up before ripening.

White Oak.— When do our trees make their growth and how do they get ready for the
next year? ;

Box Elder (Nina).— Most of our trees put forth their new growth during a few weeks
in spring or early summer. Do you wonder what they are doing during the rest of the
warm weather? They are by no means idle. They may be perfecting flowers and seeds,
but all of them are getting ready for the next winter and spring. Through the influence
of light and heat, the green leaves are forming starch, which is transported and stored
in the pith, young wood and bark. The young leaves and stems are started and
arranged, packed in cotton, covered by scales and in some cases the scales are protected
by pitch or varnish.

White Oak.— Next in order will be a few words in regard to the tree as a community.

Buckeye (Douglass).— A tree is a composite being, a kind of community by itself.
The leaves and limbs are all the time striving with each other to see which shall have the
most room and the most sunshine. Each strives for all it can get. While some perish
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buds survive. Each leaf helps to-sustain the limb which carries it, and each limb fur-
nishes some nourishment to the common trunk for the common welfare. The tax is
always adjusted according to the ability of each to contribute. As the limbs of a tree are
striving for the mastery, so each bush and tree'in grove or forest is striving with others
for the mastery. The weakest succumb to the strongest; some perish early, some lead
a feeble existence for many years, while even the strongest are more or less injured.
With plenty of room, the trunk will be short, the branches many and widespread ; where
crowded the lower limbs perish for want of light. Dead limbs fall to the ground to pro-
tect and enrich it for nourishing the surviving limbs and the trunk. The scars heal over,
more limbs perish as new ones creep upward, and thus we find tall, clean trunks ina
dense forest. ,

White Oak.— To be successful, it is very important to know how to gather and care
for seeds and nuts.

Yellow Wood (Robert).— Gather the seeds or nuts of trees when ripe and, if con-
venient, plant them where the trees are expected to remain. In this list we include
especially the trees which have long tap roots, and do not easily transplant, such as the
tulip tree, the hickories, the oaks, the walnuts and chestnuts. The seeds of elms and
maples are not easily kept over winter. Seeds of evergreens, the larch, and the locusts
may be dried and kept.as grain is kept. Many seeds and nuts may be mixed with an
equal bulk of sand as it is dug froma knoll, and buried a few inches or a foot below
the surface. In spring they may be carried to the garden and planted. Soak seeds of

_ locust and honey locust in hot water till the outer covering softens, and then plant.

Soak seeds of evergreens three or four days in water, changed daily, and then plant very
shallow in rows a few inches apart in rich loam, well screened by lath, brush or muslin.
See that weeds do not rob the young plants of light, room and nourishment. Evergreens
in small quantity, when small and two or three years old, can be purchased of experts
more cheaply than they can be raised at home. These can be set in rows and cultivated
for a few years like Indian corn. For further details you are advised to read copies of
our State horticultural reports, take lessons of a nurseryman, or go to the Agricultural
College.

White Oak.— It is of little use to plant seeds or buy trees, unless we know how to
handle them while moving. — .

Kentucky Coffee Tree (Hiram). — In taking up a tree, whether large or small, do not

- twist it about so as to break or bend the roots abruptly. Get all the roots vou can afford

to, remembering that a tree wiil not grow without roots. '

When out of the ground keep the roots constantly covered with soil, moss, damp
Straw or something else. The roots are far more sensitive to dry air than the parts above
ground. No one need wonder that trees carted into town with short roots exposed to dry
air, often fail to grow, or lead a precarious life for years. Study the structure and the physi-
ology of a tree and treat it as one who always makes every thing thrive which he cares for.

White Oak.— How shall we care for the trees after planting ?

Apple Tree-(Hannah).—- To set a tree so as to insure its thrifty growth, place it but
little deeper than it was while growing. Have the soil well pulverized and pack it
closely about the tree.

After all this trouble, do not court disappointment in the slow growth or in the death
of a favorite tree. but dig or rake the ground every week or two, all summer for three to
five years, for a distance of four feet or more each way from the tree. If this is imprac-
ticable, place a mulch of something covering the space above mentioned.

White Oak.— After planting, trees sometimes become too thick. What shall we do?

Pear Tree (Andrew).— A tree, like a child, is a living, organized being and keeps
changing as long as life lasts. It is not best merely to set as many trees as we expect to
remain for a life-time, but plant them more thickly with a view to removal. Here is
where ninety-nine out of one hundred fail. They do not keep an eye on the growth and
trim or remove trees until they have crowded and damaged each other beyond recovery.
In most instances, a few large, well-developed trees should grow where many small ones
were planted years before. It needs courage and judgment to remove some favorite
trees that others may continue to spread and make a symmetrical growth.

White Oak.— Next will follow something in reference to the flowers of trees.

Bitternut (Silas)— With rare exceptions, our trees bear flowers which are incon-
spicuous. The elms and the maples produce flowers in spring before the leaves appear.
Most have the staminate and pistillate flowers on different parts of the tree or on differ-
ent trees. The wind or gravity carries the pollen to the pistil, so there is no need of
sweet odors or a gay display of flowers to attract bees and butterflies and moths to carry
the pollen. Compensation is well displayed in nature. If the tree has not gorgeous or
fragrant flowers, it has a large size and often a beautiful form.

White Oak.—We should learn to love trees and to associate them with the generous
hand who planted and cared for them.

Wild Plum (Ezra}.—I will tell you something which was written by Washington Irving:
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sweet and generous nature to have this strong relish for the beauties of vegetation, and
this friendship for the hardy and glorious sons of the forest. There is a grandeur of
thought connected with this part of rural economy. It is worthy of liberal and free-born
and aspiring men. He who plants an oak looks forward to future ages, and plants for
posterity. Nothing can be less selfish than this. He cannot expect to sit in its shade ©
nor enjoy its shelter; but he exults in the idea that the acorn which he has buried in the
earth shall grow up into a lofty pile, and shall keep on’ flourishing and increasing and
benefiting mankind long after he shall have ceased to tread his paternal fields.”

White Oak.—We will hear what O. W. Holmes says on this subject.

Tamarack (Elias). —Dr. O. W. Holmes says: ‘‘I have written many verses, but the
best poems I have produced are the trees I planted on thé hill-side which overlooks the
broad meadows, scalloped and rounded at their edges by loops of tue sinuous Housa-
tonic. Nature finds rhymes for them in the recurring measures of the seasons. Winter
strips them of their ornaments and gives them, as it were, in prose translation, and sum-
mer reclothes them in all the splendid phrases of their leafy language.

‘*What are these maples and beeches and birches but odes and idyls and madrigals?
What are these pines and firs and spruces but holy rhymes, too solemn for the many-hued
raiment of their gay deciduous neighbors ?

‘‘As you drop the seed, as you plant the sapling, your left hand hardly knows what
your-right hand is doing. But nature knows, and in due time the power that sees and
works in secret will reward you openly.”

White Oak.—This concludes what we had on the program for this convention.

Hemlock.—I move we have some more music and then adjourn.

White Oak.—If there be no objections we shall have the music.

White Oak.—This convention stands adjourned until again convened by the proper
authorities, *

Written for the ‘‘ ARsor Day Manuat.”

PLANT THE OAK.
Gee plant the Oak, the grand old Oak, Her flag is known in every land,

England’s ancestral tree ! Her ships plow every sea ;
They call her sailors ‘‘ hearts of oak,” She pays no tribute, holds no slaves,
For bravery on the sea. Her children all are free.
America, the rebel child, Then plant the Oak, the brave young Oak!
Outgrown the Mother’s hand, ~ ’*T will thrive in freedom’s clime
May call her soldiers ‘‘ hearts of oak,”’ And spread its greenest banners out’
For bravery on the land. To the breeze in glad spring-time.
South Sodus, NV. Y. Mrs. ADDIE V. MCMULLEN.
FORGET-ME-NOT.
HEN to the flowers so beautiful It said, in lowand trembling tones:
W The Father gave a name, ‘* Dear God, the name thou gavest me,
Back came a little blue-eyed one Alas! I have forgot,”
(All timidly it came;) Kindly the Father looked him down
And standing at its Father’s feet And said: ‘‘ Forget-me-not.”

And gazing in His face

I know not which I love the most, The pansy in her purple dress,
Nor which the comeliest shows, The pink with cheek of red,

The timid, bashful violet, Or the faint fair heliotrope, who hangs,
Or the royal hearted rose : Like a bashful maid, her head;

For I love and prize you one and all,
From the least low bloom of spring
To the lily fair, whose clothes outshine
The raiment of a king. © PH@BE CARY.

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TREES.

REES are indeed the glory, the beauty, and the delight of nature. * * *
In what one imaginable attribute, that it ought to possess, is a tree, pray,

_ deficient? Light, shade, shelter, coolness, freshness, music, all the colors of

the rainbow, dew and dreams dropping through their umbrageous twilight at
€ve or morn, dropping direct, soft, sweet, soothing, and restorative, from

heaven. * * *

We love you all! And love you all we shall, while our dim eyes can catch

_ the glimmer, our dull ears the murmur, of the leaves, or our imagination hear,

at midnight, the far-off swing of old branches groaning in the tempest. * * *

Not that we hold it to be a matter of pure indifference how people plant
trees. We have an eye for the picturesque, the sublime, and the beautiful, and
cannot open it without seeing at once the very spirit of the scene. O, ye who
have had the happiness to be born among the murmurs of hereditary trees!
Can ye be blind to the system pursued by that planter — Nature? Nature
plants often on a great scale, darkening, far as the telescope can command the
umbrage, sides of mountains that are heard roaring still with hundreds of
hidden cataracts. And Nature often plants on a small scale, dropping down
the stately birk so beautiful, among the sprinkled hazels, by the side of the
little waterfall of the wimpling burnie, that stands disheveling there her

tresses to the dew-wind, like a queen’s daughter, who hath just issued from a

pool of pearls and shines aloft and aloof from her attendant maidens.

But man is so proud of his own works that he ceases to regard those of
Nature. Why keep poring on that book of plates, purchased at less than half
price at a sale, when Nature flutters before your eyes her own folio, which all
who run may read; although to study it as it ought to be studied, you must

Ss certainly sit down on mossy stump, ledge of an old bridge, stone-wall, stream-

>

bank, or broomy brae, and gaze, and gaze, and gaze, till woods and sky become
like your very self, and your very self like them, at once incorporated together
and spiritualized. After a few years’ such lessons you may become a planter;
and under your hands not only shall the desert blossom like the rose, but
murmur like the palm, and if “southward through Eden goes a river large,”

and your name be Adam, what a sceptic not to believe yourself the first of

men, your wife the fairest of her daughters Eve, and your policy Paradise!
PROFESSOR WILSON.

Let dead names be eternized by dead stone,
Whose substance time cannot increase nor mar ;
Let living names by living shafts be known,
That feel the influence of sun and star.
Plant thou a tree, whose griefless leaves shall sing
Thy deed and thee, each fresh unfolding spring.

EpitH M. THomas.
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WHAT DO WE PLANT?

HAT do we plant when we plant the tree ?
We plant the ship, which will cross the sea.
We plant the mast to carry the sails ;
We plant the plank to withstand the gales.
The keel, the keelson, and beam and knee;
We plant the ship when we plant the tree,

What do we plant when we plant the tree ?
We plant the houses for you and me.

We plant the rafters, the shingles, the floors,
We plant the studding, the lath, the doors,
The beams and siding, all parts that be;

We plant the house when we plant the tree.

What do we plant when we plant the tree ?
A thousand things that we daily see.
We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,
We plant the staff for our country’s flag.
We plant the shade, from the hot sun free ;
We plant all these when we plant the tree.
HENRY ABBEY.

DEAR ELM, IT IS OF ‘THEE.

EAR Elm it is of thee, Let hills and vales resound,
D Emblem of dignity, Our hearts with rapture bound,

Of thee we sing. As round thee cling,
Now do we children raise, More graceful than the vine,
Songs of most joyful praise. More cheering than the wine,
To thee our choicest lays, School joys of *89

We now do bring. Our mem’ries bring.

Hail our dear school to thee,
May Buffalo never see
Thy prestige less ;
May true ones throng thy halls,
May trained ones leave thy walls,
Summoned by world-wide calls,
Mankind to bless.
Sung at the Le Couteulx St. Mary’s Institution for the Improved Instruction of Deaf-
Mutes, Buffalo, May 3, 1889.

‘There is an Arabian proverb that, with the planting of a tree, a blessing
comes to him who drops the seed,”

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ARBOR DAY.

OW a strong, fair shoot, from the forest bring,
Gently the roots in the soft earth lay;
God bless with His sunshine, and wind and rain,
The tree we are planting on Arbor Day.

May it greenly grow for a hundred years;
And our children’s children beneath it play,
[ ’ Gather the fruit and rest in the shade
& Of the tree we are planting on Arbor Day.

So may our life be an upward growth,
| In wisdom’s soil every rootlet lay,
And every tree bearing precious fruit,
: Like the tree we are planting on Arbor Day.

ARBOR DAY AND THE CHILDREN.

XTRACT from an address delivered at Lancaster, Pa., April 16, 1885, by
Hon. E. E. Higbee, late State Superintendent of Public Instruction of
Pennsylvania :

While we would by no means neglect on such an occasion to call attention to
the great economic use of forests, the perils attending their wanton destruction,
the necessity of prompt and watchful care lest through the rapid march of civi-
lization we bring upon ourselves the very evils we seek to avoid, and consume
what earth so freely gives us without any thought that she may be so impover-
ished at last as to seek alms of us—for the growth of forests requires years,
but their destruction scarcely a day — while we would not neglect reflections
_ such as these, and would keep up from year to year a spirited and concerted
action against our dangers by planting along roadsides, in parks and yards, and
! _ around every school building, trees, and shrubs, and vines, and flowers ; yet we
_ would, with special emphasis, call the children to a wholesome converse with
_ Nature herself; would withdraw them from the restraints of books and recita-
_tion tasks, and woo them to her shady haunts, her valleys and hills, to deepen
_ in their souls a sense of her life and a delight in her beauty, and some clear and
x Sympathetic feeling of perpetual companionship; * * * they should learn
to Jove Nature with such tender reverence as never to abuse or profane her;
and, inspired by such love, they should seek her help in making home, or
school, or village, or city, a comforting delight, a culturing power, a presence
of beauty through life.

ag Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be sticking in a tree; it will
be growing, Jock, when ye’re sleeping.”
’ Highland Laird of Scotland.

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A DISCOURSE ON TREES.

O the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with uni-
versal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them, or
around them — ‘‘the whole leaf and root tribe.” Not alone where they are in
their glory, but in whatever state they are —in leaf, or ruined with frost, or
powdered with snow, or crystal-sheathed in ice, or in severe outline stripped
and bare against a November sky—we love them. Our heart warms at the
sight of even a board or alog. A lumber yard is better than nothing. The
smell of wood, at least, is there, the savory fragrance of resin, as sweet as
myrrh and frankincense ever was to a Jew. If we can get nothing better, we
love to read over the names of trees ina catalogue. Many an hour have we
sat at night, when after exciting work, we needed to be quieted, and read nur-
serymen’s catalogues, and London’s Encyclopedias, and Arboretum, until the
smell of the woods exhaled from the page, and the sound of leaves was in our
ears, and sylvan glades opened to our eyes that would have made old Chaucer
laugh and indite a rapturous rush of lines.

But how much more do we love trees in all their summer pomp and pleni-
tude. Not for their names and affinities, not for their secret physiology, andas
material for science, not for any reason that we can give, except that when
with them we are happy. The eye is full; the ear is full, the whole sense and
all the tastes solaced, and our whole nature rejoices with that various and full
happiness which one has when the soul is suspended in the midst of Beetho-
ven’s symphonies and is lifted hither and thither, as if blown by sweet sounds
through the airy passage of a full heavenly dream.

Our first excursion in Lenox was one of salutation to our notable trees. We
had a nervous anxiety to see that the axe had not hewn, nor the lightning
struck them; that no worm had gnawed at the root, or cattle at the trunk;
that their branches were not broken, nor their leaves failing from drought. We
found them all standing in their uprightness. They lifted up their heads
towards heaven, and sent down to us from all their boughs a leafy whisper of
recognition and affection. Blessed be the dew that cools their evening leaves,
and the rains that quench their daily thirst! May the storm be as merciful to
them when in winter it roars through their branches, as is a harper to his harp!
Let the snow lie lightly on their boughs, and long hence be the summer that
shall find no leaves to clothe these nobles of the pasture !

First in our regard, as it is in the whole nobility of trees, stands the white
elm, no less esteemed because it is an American tree, known abroad only by
importation, and never seen in all its magnificence, except in our own valleys.
The old oaks of England are very excellent in their way, gnarled and rugged.
The elm has strength as significant as they, and a grace, a royalty, that leaves
the oak like a boor in comparison. Had the elm been an English tree, and
had Chaucer seen and loved and sung it; had Shakespeare and every English
poet hung some garlands upon it, it would have lifted up its head now, not only
the noblest of all growing things, but enshrined in a thousand rich associations
of history and literature.

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Who ever sees a hawthorn ora sweet brier (the eglantine), that his thoughts
do not, like a bolt of light, burst through ranks of poets, and ranges of spark-
ling conceits which have been born since England had a written language, and
’ of which the rose, the willow, the eglantine, the hawthorn, and other scores of

vines or trees, have been the cause, as they are now and forevermore the sug-
gestors and remembrancers ? Who ever looks upon an oak, and does not think
of navies, of storms, of battles on the ocean, of the noble lyrics of the sea, of
English glades, of the fugitive Charles, the tree-mounted monarch, of the
Herne oak, of parks and forests, of Robin Hood and his merry men, Friar
Tuck not excepted; of old baronial halls with mellow light streaming through
diamond-shaped panes upon oaken floors, and of carved oaken wainscotings.
And who that has ever traveled in English second-class cushionless cars has
“not other and less genial remembrances of the enduring solidity of the imper-
vious unelastic oak ?

One stalwart oak I have, and only one, yet discovered. On my west line isa
fringe of forest, through which rushes, in spring, trickles in early summer, and
dies out entirely in August, the issues of a noble spring from the near hill-side.
On the eastern edge of this belt of trees stands the monarchical oak, wide-
branching on the east toward the open pasture and the free light, but on its
western side lean and branchless from the pressure of neighboring trees ; for
trees, like men, cannot grow to the real nature that is in them when crowded
by too much society. Both need to be touched on every side by sun and air,
and by nothing else, if they are to be rounded out into full symmetry. Grow-
ing right up by its side, and through its branches is a long wifely elm — beauty
and grace imbosomed by strength. Their leaves come and go together, and
all the summer long they mingle their rustling harmonies. Their roots pasture
in the same soil, nor could either of them be hewn down without tearing away
the branches and marring the beauty of the other. And a tree, when thor-
oughly disbranched, may, by time and care, regain its health again, but never

- its beauty.

Under this oak I love to sit and hear all the things which its leaves have to
tell. No printed leaves have more treasures of history or of literature to those
who know how to listen. But, if clouds kindly shield us from the sun, we love
as well to crouch down on the grass some thirty yards off, and amidst the fra-
grant smell of crushed herbs, to watch the fancies of the trees and clouds.
The roguish winds will never be done teasing the leaves, that run away and
come back, with nimble playfulness. Now and then a stronger puff dashes up
the leaves, showing the downy under surfaces that flash white all along the up-
blown and tremulous forest edge. Now the wind draws back his breath, and
all the woods are still. Then some single leaf is tickled, and quivers all alone.
I am sure there is no wind. The other leaves about it are still. Where it gets
its motion I cannot tell, but there it goes fanning itself and restless among its
sober fellows. By and by one or two others catch the impulse. The rest hold
out a moment, but soon catching the contagious merriment, away goes the
whole tree and all its neighbors, the leaves running in ripples all down the
forest side. I expect almost to hear them laugh out loud. A stroke of wind
upon the forest, indolently swelling and subsiding, is like a stroke upon a hive

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of bees, for sound; and like stirring a fire full of sparks for upspringing
thoughts and ideal suggestions. The melodious whirl draws out a flittering
swarm of sweet images that play before the eye like those evening troops of
gauzy insects that hang in the air between you and the sun, and pipe their own
music, and flit in airy rounds of mingled dance as if the whole errand of their
lives was to swing in mazes of sweet music.

Different species of trees move their leaves very differently, so that one may
sometimes tell by the motion of shadows on the ground, if he be too indolent
to look up, under what kind of tree he is dozing. On the tulip-tree (which has
the finest name that ever tree had, making the very pronouncing of its name
almost like the utterance of a strain of music — “rzodendron tulipifera) — on
the tulip-tree, the aspen, and on all native poplars, the leaves are apparently
Anglo-Saxon or Germanic, having an intense individualism. Each one moves
to suit itself. Under the same wind one is trilling up and down, another is
whirling, another slowly vibrating right and left, and others still, quieting them-
selves to sleep, as a mother gently pats her slumbering child; and each one
intent upon a motion of its own. Sometimes other trees have single frisky
leaves, but, usually, the oaks, maples, beeches, have community of motion.
They are all acting together, or all are alike still.

What is sweeter than a murmur of leaves, unless it be the musical gurgling
of water that runs secretly and cuts under the roots of these trees, and makes
little bubbling pools that laugh to see the drops stumble over the root and
plump down into its bosom! In such nooks could trout lie. Unless ye would
become mermaids, keep far from such places, all innocent grasshoppers, and
all ebony crickets! Do not believe in appearances. You peer over and know
that there is no danger. You can see the radiant gravel. You know that no
enemy lurks in that fairy pool. You can see every nook and corner of it, and
it is as sweet a bathing pool as ever was swam by long-legged grasshoppers.
Over the root comes a butterfly with both sails a little drabbled, and quicker
than light he is plucked down, leaving three or four bubbles behind him, fit
emblems of a butterfly’s life. There! did I not tell you? Now go away all
maiden crickets and grasshoppers! These fair surfaces, so pure, so crystalline,
so surely safe, have a trout somewhere in them lying in wait for you!

But what if one sits between both kinds of music, leaves above and water
below? What if birds are among the leaves, sending out random calls, far-
piercing and sweet, as if they were lovers saying, ‘‘ My dear, are you there?”
If you are half reclining upon a cushion of fresh new moss, that swells up be-
tween the many-plied and twisted roots of a huge beech tree, and if you have
been there a half an hour without moving, and if you will still keep motionless ;
you may see what they who only walk through forests never see. * * *

Thus do you stand, noble elms! Lifted up so high are your topmost boughs,
that no indolent birds care to seek you; and only those of nimble wings, and
they w::h unwonted beat, that love exertion, and aspire to sing where none
sing higher. Aspiration! so Heaven gives it pure as flames to the noble bosom:
But debased with passion and selfishness it comes to be only Ambition!

It was in the presence of this pasture-elm, which we name the Queen, that
we first felt to our very marrow, that we had indeed become owners of the

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soil! It was with a feeling of awe that we looked up into its face, and when I
whispered to myself, “This is mine,” there was a shrinking as if there were
sacrilege in the very thought of Jroferty in such a creature of God as this
cathedral-topped tree! Does a man bare his head in some old church? So
did I, standing in the shadow of this regal tree, and looking up into that com-
pleted glory, at which three hundred years have been at work with noiseless
fingers! What was I in its presence but a grasshopper? My heart said “I may
not call thee property, and that property mine! Thou belongest to the air.
Thou art the child of summer. Thou art the mighty temple where birds praise
God. Thou belongest to no man’s hand, but to all men’s eyes that do love
beauty, and that have learned through beauty to behold God! Stand, then, in
thine own beauty and grandeur! I shall be a lover.and a protector, to keep
drought from thy roots, and the axe from thy trunk.”

For, remorseless men there are crawling yet upon the face of the earth,
smitten blind and inwardly dead, whose only thought of a tree of ages is, that
it is food for the axe and the saw! These are the wretches cf whom the
Scripture speaks: ‘“ dA man was famous according as he had lifted up axes upon
the thick trees.”

Thus famous, or rather infamous was the last owner but one, before me, of
this farm. Upon the crown of the hill, just where an artist would have planted
them, had he wished to have them exactly in the right place, grew some two
hundred stalwart and ancient maples, beeches, ashes, and oaks, a narrow belt-
like forest, forming a screen from the northern and western winds in winter,
and a harp of endless music for the summer. The wretched owner of this
farm tempted of the Devil, cut down the whole blessed band and brotherhood
of trees, that he might fill his pocket with two pitiful dollars a cord for the
wood! Well, his pocket was the best part of him. The iron furnaces have
devoured my grove, and their huge stumps that stood like gravestones, have
‘been cleared away, that a grove may be planted in the same spot, for the next
hundred years to nourish into the stature and glory of that which is gone.

In other places I find the memorials of many noble trees slain; here, a hem-
lock that carried up its eternal green a hundred feet into the winter air; there,
- a huge double-trunked chestnut, dear old grandfather of hundreds of children
that have for generations clubbed its boughs, or shook its nut-laden top, and
laughed and shouted as bushels of chestnuts rattled down. Now, the tree
exists only in the form of looped-holed posts and weather-browned rails. I do
hope the fellow got a sliver in his fingers every time he touched the hemlock
plank, or let down the bars made of those chestnut rails!

To most people a grove is a grove, and all groves arealike. But no two
groves are alike. There is as marked a difference between different forests as
between different communities. A grove of pines without underbrush, car-
peted with the fine-fingered russet leaves of the pine, and odorous of resinous
gums, has scarcely a trace of likeness to a maple woods, either in the insects,
the birds, the shrubs, the light and shade, or the sound of its leaves. If we
lived in olden times among young mythologies, we should say that pines held
the imprisoned spirit of naiads and water-nymphs, and that their sounds were
of the water for whose lucid depths they always sighed. At any rate, the first

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pines must have grown on the sea-shore, and learned their first accents from
the surf and the waves; and all their posterity have inherited the sound, and
borne it inland to the mountains.

I like best a forest of mingled trees, ash, maple, oak, beech, hickory, and
evergreens, with birches growing along the edges of the brook that carries itself
through the roots and stones, toward the willows that grow in yonder meadow.
It should be deep and sombre in some directions, running off into shadowy re-
cesses and coverts beyond all footsteps. In such a wood there is endless variety,
It will breathe as many voices to your fancy as might be brought from any
organ beneath the pressure of some Handel’s hands. _ By the way, Handel and
Beethoven always remind me of forests. So do some poets, whose numbers
are various as the infinity of vegetation, fine as the choicest cut leaves, strong
and rugged in places as the unbarked trunk and gnarled roots at the ground’s
surface. Is there any other place, except the sea side, where hours are so
short and moments so swift as in a forest? Where else, except in the rare
communion of those friends much loved, do we awake from pleasure, whose
calm flow is without a ripple, into surprise that whole hours are gone which we
thought but just begun — blossomed.and dropped, which we thought but just
budding!

HENRY WARD BEECHER.

SPRING-TIME.

VTS spring-time, bright spring-time! all nature is gay;

For winds cold and piercing have all passed away ;
And now the bright sunshine gives warmth to the air,
And changes delightful are seen everywhere.

The farmer with keen plow is tilling the ground,
Then seeds with his hand he will scatter around ;
The little birds build their warm nests in the trees,
And twitter and chirp as they fly in the breeze.

The buds on the hedge-rows all open out so,
And gay-colored blossoms begin now to grow;
The daisies, and cowslips, and primroses sweet,
We make into bouquets, so pretty and neat. —

The call of the bluebird so joyous doth rise,

As cheerful and happy now onward he flies ;

The lambkins are skipping and running with glee,—
A pleasing example to you and to me!

“Yon sturdy oak whose branches wide
Boldly the storms and wind defy,
Not long ago, an acorn small,

Lay dormant ‘neath a summer sky.”

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HOW ARBOR DAY IS OBSERVED IN VARIOUS STATES.

HE information centained in the following pages was largely obtained from
responses to a recent request made to State Superintendents, and from
their annual reports:

ALABAMA.—February 22 is Arbor Day in this State. It is not established
by law, but has been observed since 1886. The Superintendent of Public In-
struction issued a stirring circular, January 18, 1887, recommending that every
school plant at least one memorial tree—to be named and cared for by the
school. The Superintendent writes that several thousand trees have been
planted, but that the day “is not as generally observed as it should be.”

ARKANSAS.— No response from State Superintendent; no data found in
annual reports.

CALIFPORNIA.— The day is not yet observed. Superintendent of Public
Instruction, Ira G. Hoitt, writes, Nov. 27, 1889: “ Il recommended that an Arbor
Day be legally established by the last Legislature, but we had so much other
legislation to accomplish on educational subjects, that we had no time to press
the matter. It will yet be done.”

COLORADO.—Arbor Day has been observed pursuant to a special procla-
mation of the Governor for the past six years,and about 300,000 trees have
been planted. In 1889, a law was passed designating the third Friday in April
in each year. The day is a holiday in the public schools of the State. The Gov-
ernor is to issue a proclamation, and the State Superintendent and county su-
_ perintendents are instructed to promote by all proper means the observance of
the day, and reports are to be made to the State Forest Commissioner.

CONNECTICUT.—The law of 1886 provides that the Governor shall annually,
in the spring, designate, by proclamation, an Arbor Day, to be observed in the
schools, and for economic tree-planting. Usually a day late in April or early in
May is designated. In 1887 and 1888, the Secretary of the State Board of Edu-
cation issued elaborate suggestions, with selections for program. Since that
date it has been left to the Secretary of the Board of Agriculture.

DELAWARE. — No response from State Superintendent; no data found in
annual reports.

FLORIDA.— Arbor Day is fixed by, proclamation of the Governor, usually
in February (in 1889 on Feb. 14), and the Superintendent of Public Instruction
issues a circular to county superintendents, who in turn communicate with the
teachers. The Superintendent writes that thousands of children, as well as
great numbers of patrons and people participate in the exercises. (See program
for 1890, under Specimen Programs.)

ILLINOIS. — The law of 1887 provides that the Governor shall annually, in |
the spring, designate by proclamation a day to be known as ‘‘Arbor Day.”
The State Superintendent also issues a circular and suggests a program. (See

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“Specimen Programs.”) Ten thousand school districts observed the day in
1889. Following is an extract from Governor Fifer’s proclamation of 1889:
“Let the children in our schools, the young men and women in our colleges,
seminaries and universities, with their instructors, co-operate in the proper
observance of the day by planting shrubs, vines and trees that will beautify the
home, adorn the public grounds, add wealth to the State, and thereby increase
the comfort and happiness of our people.”

INDIANA. —This State has two Arbor Days — one in April and one in No-
vember of each year, established in 1884. The State Superintendent issues a
circular recommending its observance. The practice is growing in favor, and
local pride is increasing. The latest biennial report gives some interesting
selections for general use.

IOWA. — Arbor Day was established in 1882. The law provides that the
board of directors in.each district, township and independent district, should set
out twelve or more shade trees on each school-house site. Timely suggestions
by the State Superintendent are issued in circulars fixing a day late in April or
early in May. The “Loyal Leaflet,” issued in 1889, by Superintendent Sabin
was a choice contribution to Arbor Day literature, COR RIINS, patriotism and
tree-planting very happily.

KAWNSAS.— The date is fixed by proclamation by the Governor. No further
information received from State Superintendent or annual reports.

KENTUCKY.— From a letter dated Dec. 30, 1889, from Superintendent Jos.
Desha Pickett, the following extract is made:

1. Arbor Day was instituted in this State by joint resolution of the General
Assembly, March 31, 1886.

2. Attention was duly called to the day by Governor Knott and then by
Governor Buckner.

3. The Superintendent of Public Instruction has suggested that the act of the
General Assembly of March 31, 1886, be so amended as to direct its observance
by the school children of the Commonwealth, but not as a legal holiday.

4. Many of our leading citizens are Geeply interested in the cause of forestry,
knowing its imperative importance.

LOUISIANA.— No response from State Superintendent; no data found in
annual reports.

MAINE.— No response from State SUPO BHR BR EES no data from annual re-
ports.

MARYLAND.— The day was established by law in 1884. The Governor is
authorized and directed to issue a proclamation annually, designating a day in
April. The law especially directs the planting of forest shade trees along public
roads and around school-houses. The Superintendent of Public Instruction
issues a circular in addition to the proclamation of the Governor. About five
thousand trees are planted annually. Although the joint resolution was passed
in 1884 no proclamation was issued until 1888. The observance was very gen-
eral and enthusiastic.

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MASSACHUSETTS.— The last Saturday in April is fixed by law as * Arbor
Day,” and was established in 1886. The Governor issues a proclamation, and
programs are prescribed by local superintendents. The day is observed espec-
ially by the school children, but is also observed by the people generally, in
accordance with the proclamation. There are no data as to the number of trees
planted.

MICHIGAN .— The following concurrent resolution was approved March

26, 1885:
Resolved, That the Governor is hereby requested to call the attention of the
ple of this State to the importance of planting trees for ornament and shade,
y naming a day on which this work shall be given special attention, to be
known as “ Arbor Day.”

Superintendent Joseph Estabrook writes November 25, 1889: “There is no
uniformity in the manner of observing the day. Last spring a large. number
of the graded schools observed it with appropriate exercises. No record is made
of the number of trees planted.”

MINNESOTA.— The day has been observed since 1885, but is not established
by law. The Governor issues a proclamation fixing the day (usually in April —
in 1889, April 26), and the Superintendent of Public Instruction supplements
the proclamation with a circular. There were 6,394 trees planted in 1888, and
39,395 in 1889.

From Governor Merriam’s proclamation of 1889, the following extract is
made :

“The day possesses the rare feature of being one of pleasure to those who
participate in the work to which it is dedicated, and of being in far greater

degree, fruitful in blessings to the children, the children’s children, and the
generations to follow.”

MISSISSIPPI.— (Not observed.)

MISSOURI.— Arbor Day established by law in 1886—the first Friday after
first Tuesday in April. The Superintendent of Public Schools issues a circular
annually, calling attention to the law and suggesting the character of exercises.
About 27,000 trees have been planted.

NEBRASKA.— To this State belongs the distinction of inaugurating the
observance of Arbor Day, and she has also been the most industrious in this
direction, adding to sentiment, something practical. Ex-Governor J. Sterling
Morton was an earnest advocate of the plan, and millions of growing trees are
the silent outgrowth of his enthusiasm. The statutes of Nebraska designate ~
April 22, as Arbor Day; the Governor usually issuing a proclamation, followed
by a circular from the State Superintendent, who occasionally submits a pro-
gram. Prizes are given for planting the largest number of trees. The school
authorities try to have trees in every school-yard. The day is made a school
holiday to all schools observing the day. Nearly 400,000,000 trees have been
planted in this State under this law and practice.

NEV ADA.— Arbor Day was established by law, February 10, 1887, and pro-
vides that the Governor shall fix a day by proclamation. <A day in April was

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designated in each of the years 1887 and 1888. Ina letter dated December 5,
1889, Superintendent Dovey says: “Owing to the great scarcity of water,
and the unusual drought, which has prevailed during the last two years, the
observance of the day has been little more than a formality, but some good has
resulted, and better things are hoped for.”

NEW HAMPSHIRE.— No response from State Superintendent; no data
from annual reports. .

NEW JERSEY. — Arbor Day was established in 1884, and the day is fixed
by the Governor, usually about the middle of April. The State Superin-
tendent is directed to issue the necessary circulars of information. Programs
are prepared by county and city superintendents. The latest report shows
great interest in the day, in the schools, throughout the State. The report of
County Superintendent John Terhune of Bergen county is especially full and
interesting.

NEW YORK.— By chapter 196 of the Laws of 1888, the Friday following
the first day of May was designated as Arbor Day in this State. The law was
passed too late to provide for an observance under its provisions in 1888, but
on May 3, 1889, there was a very general observance, The law provides that \
the Superintendent of Public Instruction shall prescribe and publish a course
of exercises to be observed in all the schools. The program of 1889 contained
many original poems and songs. “(See-New. York, Program)uinder' Specimen —

UPtograms~’) Fifty thousand programs and fifty thousand song supplements
were printed and circulated through commissioners and superintendents. ©
Outside the cities 5,681 school districts reported as having observed the day, ,
and 24,166 trees were planted, besides vines, shrubs and flowers. Everybody
participating in the exercises was invited to vote for a “ State 7ree.” The
returns received showed that the “Sugar Maple” received forty-three per cent
of all votes cast —the oak being second, and the elm third. The birch, for
some reason, was not a favorite. The program for 1890 will include a request
for a similar vote for a “ State Flower.”

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NORTH CAROLINA. — (Not observed.)

OHIO. — No response from State Commissioner. No data from annual
reports. The day seems, however, to have been established by law, as shown
by the Governor’s proclamation in 1889, designating April 26 as Arbor Day.
The State Commissioner also issued a circular in 1889 urging a general obsery-
ance of the day, heretofore confined largely to the cities and towns, The
reports of the Superintendent of the Cincinnati schools shows an active inter-
est in Arbor Day in that city. The day was first observed in 1882 under the
direction of Superintendent John B. Peaslee, who aroused much enthusiasm,
and who contributed through the United States Commissioner of Education
the first published pamphlet of Arbor Day literature. The Cincinnati reports
contain much interesting matter relating to the subjeet.

OREGON.— Arbor Day established by law February 25, 1889. Section 69
of title 7 of the School Laws of Oregon is as follows: “The second Friday in

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the afternoon in April of each year shall hereafter be known throughout this
State as Arbor Day.” The Superintendent of Public Instruction will issue his
first Arbor Day circular in April, 1890.

_PENNSYLVANIA.—This substantial State is doubly blessed. Two Arbor
Days were established by law in 1885, one day in April to be named by proclama-
’ tion of the Governor, and one in October to be named by the Superintendent of

Public Instruction. The day is generally observed and several hundred thou-
sand trees have been planted. The late Superintendent Higbee was an earnest
and enthusiastic friend of Arbor Day. His annual circulars and addresses
given fully in the Pennsylvania School Journal show his deep interest in the
work, and his success is due to the faithful service he rendered. Were it pos-
sible, it would be interesting to give here extracts from Dr. Higbee’s stirring
circulars, and interesting addresses, but they form a volume in themselves. In
his good work in this direction, which will long be associated with his memory,
he was assisted by Prof. J. P. McCaskey, editor of the Pennsylvania School
‘Journal, who has given the subject more prominence in his journal than any
other publication in the country.

RHODE ISLAND.—Arbor Day is observed to some extent. It was estab-
lished in 1887, but no particular day is fixed. Section 1 of chapter 641 of the
Laws of 1887 says: ‘‘Such day as the Governor of the State may appoint as
* Arbor Day,’ shall be a holiday,” etc.

Superintendent Thos. B. Stockwell writes, Nov. 22, 1889: « ** Under the direc-
tion of the local school boards, more or less notice is taken of the day by the
schools. Aside from them little attention is paid to it. Our State is so small
and yet so varied in its makeup of town and country, that it is impossible to
secure very much concerted action. There is a growing feeling among our
school authorities in favor of utilizing the day to improve the surroundings of
the school-houses, and I think it will ultimately do a good work.”

SOUTH CAROLINA.—(Not observed.)

TENNESSEE.— Arbor Day was established by law in 1887, making it the
‘duty of the county superintendents of schools to set apart some day in No-
vember, to be observed in all the public schools. Trees to be planted around
school buildings, with appropriate ceremonies, “that the day may be one of
pleasure as well as of instruction for the young.” The State Superintendent
issues a circular, but details are left to county officers.

. ‘TEXAS.—By an act approved February 22, 1889, Washington’s birthday was
set apart as “Arbor Day.”

VERMONT.—Although Arbor Day has not been established by law, it has
been observed in the large towns since 1885. Proclamation is made by the
Governor, designating and recommending a day to be observed. From the.
first proclamation, issued by Governor Pingree in 1885, the following is taken:
**The love of Vermonters for trees and groves should show itself along every
thoroughfare and wayside ; upon the village green and city park ; around the

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school-house and by the academy ; the grounds of the home should be taste-
fully adorned with the maple, the oak and the elm, and thereby made scenes of
lovelier memories.”

VIRGINTA.— Superintendent John L. Buchanan says, under date of Noy.
27, 1889: “The day is not observed in this State. I am decidedly in favor of
establishing ‘Arbor Day’ by law, and I propose to recommend such a measure
in my forthcoming annual report. Everybody ought to bea friend both to the
present and future generations of trees.”

WEST VIRGINIA.—- Under date of November 23, 1889, Superintendent
B. S. Morgan says: “It has been the custom since 1883, for the State Superin-
tendent to appoint a day to be observed by the public schools as Arbor Day,
but since there is nothing compulsory in its. observance, it has not been gen-
erally observed. Good has been accomplished, however, and many trees are
planted each year. The first Friday in November is the day usually selected.
Our purpose is to secure the establishment of an Arbor Day by law as soon as:
possible.”

WISCONSIN.—In 1889, the Legislature passed an act authorizing the
Governor to designate an Arbor Day. Superintendent J. B. Thayer writes,
November 23, 1889: ‘Arbor Day occurs on April 30. The law was published
at so late a date this year, that there was no time for the preparation of a suit-
able program. For a State which is as prodigal of its forest trees as Wisconsin,
considerable has been done, even before the enactment of the law, in the way
of planting trees for the adornment of school grounds.”

What conqueror in any part ‘of “‘life’s broad field of battle” could desire a
- more beautiful, a more noble, or a more patriotic monument than a tree planted
by the hands of pure and joyous children, as a memorial of his achievements ?

What earnest, honest worker with hand and brain, for the benefit of his fel-
low-men, could desire a more pleasing recognition of his usefulness than such a
monument, a symbol of his or her productions, ever growing, ever blooming,
and ever bearing wholesome fruit ?

How significant and suggestive is the dedication of a young tree as a monu-

ment.
LOSSING.

Who does his duty, is a question
Too complex to be solved by me;
But he, I venture the suggestion,
Does part of his that plants a tree

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HOW AN APPLE TREE GROWS.

HEN a young seed begins to grow it starts with one little cell. This cell
is a kind of round bag, or tiny bladder. It is hollow, and has in ita
sort of jelly.

Those who study plants can with their microscopes watch just how the
young seed grows. When first they observe the tiny sack, or cell, it is not
larger than the point of a pin. They can see it grow larger, but even when it
is full grown it is no larger than the dot over this letter 7.

Next, they can see avery thin wall — thinner than the thinnest paper — grow-
ing inside of the little cell. This wall, or partition, grows quite across from
one side to the other, making two little cells of it.

After this, a partition grows in each of these two cells, making four. And
so the seed goes on growing, by each of the cells dividing into two or more.

All plants grow in this way. But each plant will grow according to its own
seed. The seed of a turnip will begin to grow with one cell, and then make
cell after cell, with all the cells packed pretty close together. But all these
cells will grow together in such a way as to make a turnip-plant. An acorn
will grow in the same way; but all its cells will grow together in such a way as
to make an oak tree.

Think of a large apple tree. First it began with a tiny cell in the bottom of
a pistil of an apple blossom. Out of this cell grew two other cells. Then out
of them grew more cells. And so they kept on until the whole seed was ripe.

Now here is something verycurious. All those little cells in that little apple
_ seed grew in such a way that they actually made a little apple tree inside of
that little seed. There they madea minute pair of leaves, and a minute point
of a root. When the tiny cells had their tiny plant completed the seed was ripe.

The apple fell from the tree, the seed entered the ground, and in the spring
the wet in the soil below, and the heat from the sun above, burst open the seed.
Then out came the little point of a root, and, not liking the light, grew down-
wards into the ground.

But while the little point of a root was doing this, the little pair of leaves,
folded up in the seed, also began to grow, and, loving the light, pushed their
way up where they could feel the warm sunshine.

There the little pair of leaves spread out. Then up between them grew the
little stem. Then more leaves came out; and still the stem kept pushing up,
and still more leaves kept coming.

Moreover, while the plant was growing above ground, the little root under
ground was branching and growing larger, and with all its fine young hollow
hairs was sucking up the water from the soil, to go up to the leaves, which
took in the air that some of it might mix with the sap to make the very stuff
that forms the little cells.

The roots and leaves work together to build up the plant. The roots take
water from the ground; but that alone would not make cells. The cells must
have carbon; and this the plant obtains mostly from the air, by breathing it
through the leaves.

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~

So, whatever the plant may be —a great forest-tree or a spear of grass — its
cells are made of carbon and water. The whole tree is made of these cells,—
trunk, roots, branches, leaves, flowers, fruit.

Look at a great oak tree. Can it be that that immense plant is made of
nothing but a mass of tiny cells not larger than the dot of an 7—and not so
large? Itcan be. It is so.

PUSSY WILLOW.

HE brook is brimmed with melting snow, =
The maple sap is running,
And on the highest elm a crow
His black wings is sunning.
A close green bud the Mayflower lies
Upon its mossy pillow;
And sweet and low the south-wind blows,
And through the brown fields calling goes,
“Come Pussy! Pussy Willow!”
Within your close brown wrapper stir;
Come out and show your silver fur;
“Come Pussy! Pussy Willow!”

Soon red will bud the maple-trees,
The bluebirds will be singing,
And yellow tassels in the breeze
Be from the poplars swinging;
And rosy will the Mayflower lie
Upon its mossy pillow;
But you must come the first of all, —
“Come, Pussy!” is the south-wind’s call, —
“Come Pussy! Pussy Willow!”
A fairy gift to children dear,
The downy firstling of the year, —
Come Pussy! Pussy Willow!

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Specimen Prosrams.

SPECIMEN PROGRAM.

Selections marked thus * are given in this volume. See Index.

Song — * “ Forest Song.” - - - - - W. H. Venable.
Reading of the Governor’s Proclamation by the clerk of the district.
Recitation — “‘ God Everywhere in Nature.” = - - Carlos Wilcox.
Recitation — * ‘‘ A Forest Hymn.” - - - - Bryant.
Essay — “‘ Forest Treesiin Illinois.” - - -
Recitation —* ‘‘ The Daisy.” _—_- - - - Montgomery.
Recitation —* ‘‘ The Use of Flowers.” - - Mary Howitt.
Essay — ‘‘ Flowers, the Friends of Trees.” - -
Recitation — ‘* Flowers.” - - - - Thomas Hood.
Recitation — ‘‘ The Violet.” - - . - - W. W. Story.
Song — ‘‘ To the Woodland, Away!” - . =
Recitation — * ‘‘ The Voice of the Grass.” - - Sarah Roberts.

- Essay —‘‘ Our Grasses.” - Ser -
Essay — ‘‘ Climbing Vines and Plants.” - - -
Recitation — * “‘ The Ivy Green.” - - - Dickens.
Song — * ‘‘ Woodman, Spare that Tree.” - - -
Essay — ‘‘ The Beauty of Trees.” - - oF
Recitation —*‘‘ The Primeval Forest.” = - - - Longfellow’s Evangeline.

Essay — ‘‘ Historic Willows.” (Suggestions: ‘‘Arnold’s Willow,” opposite West
Point ; “ Gates’ Willow,” New York City ; ‘‘ Alex. Pope’s Willow,” Twickenham.)

Essay — “‘ Historic Oaks.” (Suggestions: ‘‘The Big Tree” at Geneseo, N. Y.;
** The Charter Oak,” at Hartford, Connecticut.)

Song — ‘‘ Come to the Greenwood.”

Recitation — * “ The Tree.” . - - - Jones Very.
é Essay — ‘‘ Liberty Elms.” (Suggestions: ‘‘ Old Liberty Elm,” Boston ; ‘‘ Washing-
ton Elm,” Cambridge ; ‘‘ Penn’s Elm,” Philadelphia.)

Essay — ‘‘ My Favorite Tree isthe Elm.” Discussion upon this essay by four others,
presenting their favorites in the Oak, Sycamore, Beech, and Poplar.

Address — ‘‘ The School-house a Home, and Our Duty to Beautify It.” By the teacher
or one of the parents.

Song — “* America.”

From Western School Fournal. .

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338 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

SPECIMEN PROGRAM.
ScHOOL No. 5, ExmirA, N. Y., 1889.

Music—‘“ Arbor Day.” ~~ - - . . - School.
Declamation — ‘‘ Tree Planting Day.” - - -

Planting Tree. - - - - - - Eighth Grade.
Dedicating Tree to George Washington. - - -

Recitation — ‘‘ Tribute to Washington.” —- - -

Declamation —‘‘ The Wistaria.” - - -

Planting Wistaria Vine. . - - . - Seventh Grade.
Music—‘‘ Auld Lang Syne.” —- - - - Seventhand Eighth Grades,
Essay — ‘‘ Vine Planting.” - - . -

Planting Woodbine. - - - - - Sixth Grade.
Music — ‘* Columbia.” - - - - - Sixth Grade.
Declamation — ‘* Arbor Day.” - - -

Planting Ivy. . : - : - - Fifth Grade.
Music — ‘‘ Marching Song.” . . - - School.
Concert Recitation and Planting Vine. - - - Room No. 6.
Music — *‘ Planting Vine.” - - - - Room No. 5.
Recitation and Planting English Ivy. - . - Room No. 4.
Planting Vine. : - - - - Room No, 3.
Planting Vine. . - - : - - Room No. 2,
Planting Vine. - - - -. -, Room No. I.
Recitation by Class in Costume. - - - - Fourth Grade.
Planting Vine. -. - - - - Fourth Grade.
Music —‘‘ America.” - - ; - - School,

SPECIMEN PROGRAM.
ARSENAL STREET SCHOOL, WATERTOWN, N. Y., 1889.

Selections marked thus * given in this volume. See Index.

Reading the Scriptures. - - - - : Fr append
Music — ‘‘ Celebrate the Arbor Day.” - = - € - School.
Class Recitation — ‘‘ What the Flowers Said.” = - = : F

Recitation —*‘‘ Planting the Apple Tree.” - - - - - School.
Music — * ‘‘ Swinging ’Neath the Old Apple Tree.” - . - School.
Class Recitation — * ‘‘ Voice of the Grass.” © - 2
Declamation —* ‘‘ Woodman, Spare that Tree.” - pa sarin hos

Concert Reading —* ‘‘ The Forest Hymn.” - - - . ‘
Music — ‘“ Mill May.” . - - - - * . School.
Recitation — ‘‘ Joyous Arbor Day.” - - . me Fe
Declamation —* ‘‘ How the Leaves Come Down.” - : Pp

Music —‘‘ Song for the Oak.” - < bi 4 s - School.
Recitation —* “‘ Bring Flowers.” = 4 = $ 5

Recitation — * ‘‘ The Ivy Green.” - = - a 3 9
Recitation — ‘‘ Tale of Two Trees.” = as « ra J
Declamation — * ‘‘ The Flower of Liberty.” - . - -

Class Reading — ‘‘ Flowers.” - - - r. “ :

Solo — *‘* The Old Mountain Tree.” - - - : _

Voting for State Tree.

Appointment of Committee on Tree.

Naming and Planting the Tree.

Music — ‘‘ The Tree Song.” - = - The School.

** Loud through the air resounds the woodman’s stroke,
When, lo! a voice breaks from the groaning oak,
Spare, spare my life ! a trembling virgin spare !
Oh, listen to the Hamadryad’s prayer!
No longer let that fearful axe resound ;
Preserve the tree to which my life is bound.
See, from the bark my blood in torrents flows ;
I faint, I sink, I perish from your blows.
Apollonius Rhodius.

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SPECIMEN PROGRAM.
MOHAWK ACADEMY, 1889.
Selections marked thus * given in this volume. See Index.
Music — ‘‘ America.” . - - - - The School.
Reading of Scripture. - - - - -
Prayer. - - - - - - -
Reading of Law establishing Arbor Day. - -
Reading of Circular Issued by Department of Public Instruction.
Music —‘‘Summer Song.” .-~ - - - - Primary Department.
Recitation —* ‘‘ The Secret.” - - = -
- Recitation — ‘‘ Address to the Robin.” - - -
Recitation —* ‘‘ Kind Words.” - - -
Music — ‘‘ Maiden’s Song.” - - - - Intermediate Department.
_ Recitation — * ‘‘ Waiting for the May.” - -
Recitation —‘‘ The Song of the Sparrow.” wo -
Recitation — ‘‘ ’Tis Spring-Time.” - - :
Music —‘‘ Hunting Four-Leaved Clover.” - - Intermediate Department.
Recitation — * “* April.” - Fs > fi
_ Recitation — ‘‘ May Flowers.” - - - -
- Recitation — * “‘ The Oak.” - - - -
Music— “ Marseillaise Hymn.” — - - A - The School.
Dialogue —“‘ Flowers.” - : = Eight Girls.
Music — ‘‘ The Watch on the Rhine.” - - - The School.
Declamation — ‘‘ The Origin and History of Arbor Day.”
_ Recitation— ‘‘ Trees, the Homes of Birds” - -
_ Essay — “‘ Modifying Influences of Trees.” - °
Essay — ‘‘ Trees, an Encouragement to Rain Fall.”
Essay — “‘ Protection afforded by Trees.” - -
Music —* ‘‘ Arbor Day Tribute.” - . - - The School.
Address. - - - - - -
Music —* ‘‘ The Brave Old Oak.” - - - - Solo.

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SPECIMEN PROGRAM.

Prepared by Professor Epwarp. Haywarp, Clyde, N. Y., 1889.

Selections marked thus * given in this volume. See Index.

I. Music —“ The Arrow and the Song.” - -
II, Essay — ‘‘ The Day We Celebrate.” - - -
III. Quotations — * “ The Flowers.” - - - Scholars from 2d Grade.
IV. Recitations — * ‘‘ Historic Trees.” - - Scholars of 5th and 6th Grades.

V. Music —* ‘‘ Swinging ’Neath the Old Apple Tree.”
VI. Essay — ‘‘ Woodman, Spare that Tree.” - -
VII. Recitation —*‘‘ Woodman, Spare that Tree.”

VIII. Recitations — ‘‘ The Autumn Leaves.” - - Scholars from 1st Grade.
IX. Music— ‘‘ Come to the Wild Wood.” - -
X. Recitation — Prelude. - - - - -
XI. Quotations—*Trees. -— - =f. Ss - Scholars of 3rd and 4th Grades.

XII. Recitation — * “ The Last Tree of the Forest.”
XIII. Music — ‘‘ Come to the Forest.” * e -
ABOUT THE TREE.

I. Oration. = ~ » e 2 = x - “ 2 “4
II. Chorus. . - - - - - - - - - Class of Girls

SPECIMEN PROGRAM.
St. Augustine, Flortda.
PROGRAM, FEBRUARY, 1890.
Prepared and furnished by Superintendent Watrer E. Knretor.

ParT First.

I. Song.

2. Reading of Proclamation.

3. Essay — ‘‘ Why we Celebrate?”
4. Essay — ‘‘ Use of Trees.”

5. Essay — ‘‘ Enemies of Trees.”
6. Song.

ParT SECOND.

Dedication of trees to the following: H. W. Longfellow, O. W. Holmes, J. G.
Whittier, Washington Irving, Alice and Phoebe Cary, B. J. Lossing.

Part THIRD.

1. Dialogue — ‘‘ Facts from Home and Abroad.”
Characters — Uncle Sam, The forty-two States and Territories, France, Spain,
Germany, Italy, Palestine,,China, and the American Indian,
. Remarks by visitors.
. Voting for State Tree.
. Song.
. Benediction.

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NEW YORK STATE PROGRAM, 1889.

PRELIMINARY CIRCULAR, 1889.

ARBOR DAY, 1889.

STATE OF NEW YORK.
DepaRTMENT oF Pustic INsTRUCTION,
SUPERINTENDENT'S Orrice, Albany, March 21, 1889.

To the Press and the Public :

The Legislature of 1888 enacted the following law, approved by the Governor April 30, 1888: ‘“*An Act
to Encourage Arboriculture,’’ Chapter 166.

The People of the State of New York, represented in Senate and Assembly, do enact as follows:

Section 1. The Friday following the first day of May in each year shall hereafter be known throughout
this State as Arbor Day.

§ 2. It shall be the duty of the authorities of every public school in this State, to assemble the scholars in
their charge on that day in theschool building, or elsewhere, as they may deem proper, and to provide for
and conduct, under the general supervision of the City Superintendent or the School Commissioner, or other
chief officers having the general oversight of the public schools in each city or district, such exercises as
shall tend to encourage the planting, protection and preservation of trees and shrubs, and an acquaintance
with the best methods to be adopted to accomplish such results.

§ 3. The State Superintendent of Public Instruction shall have power to prescribe from time to time, in
writing, a course of exercises and instruction in the subjects hereinbefore mentioned, which shall be
adopted and observed by the public school authorities on Arbor Day, and upon receipt of copies of such
course, sufficient in number to supply all the schools under their supervision, the School Commissioner or
City Superintendent aforesaid shall promptly provide each of the schools under his or their charge witha
copy, and cause it to be adopted and observed.

§ 4. This act shall take effect immediately.

The first general observance of Aréor Day in this State, under this act, will be on Friday, May 3, 1889
and the duty is imposed upon the State Superintendent of Public Instruction to prescribe a course of exer-
to be observed in the schools of the State in carrying out the spirit of the law.

A program will be published not later than April 15, next, giving somewhat in detail a general plan for
the information and guidance of those contemplating a formal observance of the day by literary exercises
or otherwise. This program will give simple directions in reference to the transplanting of trees, and will
also give such information as may be obtained, touching the kind of trees most suitable for transplanting,
care and treatment of trees, etc.

Preliminary to the publication of such program, the Superintendent invites suggestions from all who are
specially interested in the subject, as to the proper arrangement of a course of exercises, what it should in-
clude, etc., to the end that the observance of the day may be an occasion of interest and benefit to all the
people, and especially to the school children of the State.

Pending any further announcement, the following observations and recommendations are submitted :

The plain intent of the law is to encourage the planting, protection and preservation of trees and shrubs,
with such other features as will tend to impress upon the minds of all the desirability of beautifying school

_ grounds, and of doing something to overcome the destruction of trees made necessary by the demands of
business and commerce. Something should be done to make more attractive and comfortable the many
thousand school-grounds of the State which now lack a tree or shrub, either for use or ornament. The
spirit of the law will be complied with, certainly, at first, by setting out trees about school grounds, dedi-
cating them to distinguished scholars, educators, statesmen, generals, historians or poets, or to people or
children closely identified with the schools. Where school-house grounds are already sufficiently pro-
tected and beautified, or where school-grounds are so limited as toleave no room for tree planting, trees
may be planted along the approaches to school-grounds, or in any appropriate place to be selected by the
school authorities. It 1s hoped that where school-grounds are too limited to admit trees, that the proper
authorities may soon be induced to secure additional land.

The planting of the trees may very properly be supplemented by literary exercises, out of doors when
weather permits, and in the school-houses where out-door exercises are not advisable. These exercises

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may include the singing of appropriate songs, the reading or recital of prose or poetical selections relating
to this subject, a short address by some suitable person, essays, letters, etc., etc.

In cities it may be necessary to omit tree planting. Insuch cases it is recommended that principals of
schools provide exercises of the character above outlined.

It will be seen that the observance of the law is not compulsory. There is no penalty for non-compli-
ance. Butit is hoped that the first AvJor Day in the Empire State may be observed in some degree in
every school district of the State. The exercises may be as simple or extended as the opportunities or ad-
vantages may provide. If a tree cannot be planted, let it be a vine or shrub, oranivy. Let some growing
thing testify to the observance of the day and the interest of the school children in it.

Arbor Day is now observed in nearly every State in the Union. Let New York, her people and her
children, identify themselves with a movement which will erect living monuments of use and beauty, to
the intelligence of the present generation, and which will add pléasure and comfort to the generations yet
to come.

Programs will be issued in sufficient quantities to School Commissioners and City Superintendents to
supply each school with from three to five copies. ;

The following suggestions by a correspondent deeply interested in the subject are presented as worthy of
consideration.

That three brief poetical compositions be set to appropriate music, and that they be committed to memory
and sung by the school children, on that day, throughout the State. One of these compositions might be a
hymn in praise of the natural world, as exemplified 1n forest, plant and flower, and of thankfulness to Goi
for their creation and for our power to appreciate them.

Another, a song of dedication and aspiration, to be sung about a tree when planted on this day; anda
third, embodying thoughts which might be suitably expressed in a march of the children through the
locality which they desire to improve by the planting of trees, etc. The material to be gathered by a
thoughtful perusal of the subject might surely be expected to inspire our most gifted poets.

I would suggest that a call be made through the press for such compositions, and then that a similar call
be made upon our musical composers to set them to music.

Acting upon the suggestions above outlined, I invite brief poetical compositions of the character indicated.
As the time for preparation is short, these contributions should be furnished not later than Aprils. They
may be addressed to the State Superintendent of Public Instruction at Albany, and selections will be made
for use on Arbor Day, proper credit being given for authorship in all cases where the work is used.

A. S. DRAPER, State Superintendent.

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CIRCULAR OF SUPERINTENDENT OF PUBLIC
INSTRUCTION.

ARBOR DAY, MAY 3, 1889.

STATE OF NEW YORK,

DEPARTMENT OF Pusiic INSTRUCTION, '
SuPERINTENDENT’S OFFice, Albany, April 15, 1829; ‘

Acting under the law of 1888, the Superintendent of Public Instruction submits herewith some sugges~
tions which it is hoped may be of service to the schcols in observing the first Arbor Day in this State, which
will occur May 3 next, accompanying the same with original songs and poems which have bee. contributed
for this use, together with appropriate selections from various authors who have written on subjects in
harmony with the spirit of the day.

The primary purpose of the Legislature in establishing ‘“ Arbor Day,”’ was to develop and stimulate in

_the children of the Commonwealth a love and reverence for Nature as revealed in trees and shrubs and
flowers. Inthe language of the statute “‘ to encourage the planting, protection and preservation of trees
and shrubs” was believed to be the most effectual way in which to lead our children to love Nature and
reverence Nature’s God. and to see the uses to which these natural objects may be put in making our
school-grounds more healthful and attractive.

The ‘object sought may well command the most thoughtful consideration and the painstaking efforts of
school officers, teachers and pupils in every school district, and in every educational institution, and of all
others who are interested in beautifying the schools and the homes of the State.

It will be well not only to plant trees and shrubs and vines and flowers where they may contribute to
pleasure and comfort, but also to provide for their perpetual care, and to supplement such work by exer-
cises which will lead all to a contemplation of the subject in its varied relations and resultant influences,
It is fitting that trees should be dedicated to eminent scholars, educators, statesmen, soldiers, historians or
poets, or to favorite teachers or pupils in the different localities. On this occasion, however, it would be
especially appropriate to dedicate one tree in each district to WasHINGTON.

The opportunity should not be lost, which is afforded by the occasion, for illustrating and enforcing the
thought that the universe, its creation, its arrangement, andall of its developing processes, are not due to
human planning or oversight, but to the infinite wisdom and power of God.

Our school exercises, and particularly those of an unusual character, should be interspersed with selections,
songs and acts which will inspire patriotism. Upon the same week in which Arbor Day first occurs, the
Nation will celebrate the Inauguration of Washington, the completion of “‘the more perfect Union” and
the full organization of the National Government. It will bea great and magnificent outburst of praise
and song and exultation, appropriate to the successful rounding out of the first hundred years of the |

Nation’s life. Let this fact have some place and exert some influence in our Arbor Day exercises.

It is hoped that the following pages contain information and suggestions, which will aid teachers in pre-
paring profitable and interesting exercises for the appropriate observance of the day. Wherever possible,
it is advisable to take actual steps toward the planting and care of trees and shrubs. In circumstances
where this is not practicable, hold appropriate literary exercises. So far as it can be done, combine the
two. Do whatever will arouse an interest in the subject. Particular attention is called to the suggestion
concerning the selection, by vote of the children and others participating in the exercises, of a tree which
shall be the choice as the State Tree. Take the vote, report the result to the superintendent in your
city, or the commissioner in your district, and the entire vote will be collated and announced from the
Department.

It is not possible to do more than make general suggestions from this Department. Each teacher must
take these hints and any others which may present themselves, and utilize them according to local circum-
stances and environments.

The Superintendent desires to express his thanks to all who have aided him in this matter, and particu-
larly to the press of the State for the promptness and prominence with which the subject has been treated.

A. S. DRAPER, State Superintendent.

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PROGRAM.

Caution: Do NOT MAKE THE PROGRAM TOO LONG,

(This program is intended to be merely suggestive, and may be varied as tastes, circumstances and op-
portunities may permit. The ingenuity of teachers is relied upon to make such changes as may be neces-
sary to interest in some way all grades of pupils, care being taken to make the exercises as full of life as
possible.)

SUGGESTIONS: The order of recitations noted below may be greatly varied. Different scholars
may recite one verse each of a stated poem, all reciting the last verse in concert. ‘‘The Planting of the
Apple Tree” may appropriately be used in this connection, to be followed by singing in concert, ‘* Swing-
ing ’neath the Old Apple Tree.”’

A very appropriate exercise for younger children may be made under the head “t Breezes from the For-
est,”’ or “* Voices of the Trees,” in which many children may take part, each pupil reciting a verse especially
prepared. The first may begin: ‘tI am the sugar maple,” etc., other pupils speaking as other trees. The
following is given as an illustration of this plan, adopted at Port Henry, N. Y., in 1888:

“Tam the sugar maple, and a favorite ornamental tree. People love me because I am possessed of
sweetness. I claim to have made more boys and girls happy than any othertree. I haye many changes of
dress— wearing in spring the softest shade of every color,in the summer the purest emerald, and in the
autumn the most brilliant yellow. My wood is used for furniture, floors, and for furnishing the interior of
houses, and after the houses are finished, few can warm them better than I.”

The expression in the opening sentence may be varied, as ‘‘ 1 am knownas’’—* They call me,” etc.

Older pupils might interest themselves in organizing as a ‘* Convention of Trees,” each pupil represent-
ing a tree familiar in the locality, and to be called by its name. Officers to be chosen by name of trees, and
remarks and discussions participated in by members of the Convention, to be recognized by names of trees.

Compositions may be prepared by older students upon various subjects connected with trees; as, for ex-
ample, their uses for shade, for ornament, for producing fuel, lumber, etc.; their influence in increasing the
rainfall, retaining moisture, modifying the temperature, etc.; their value in furnishing food, materials for
clothing, ropes, medicines, oils, homes for the birds, houses, furniture, etc.; their value as defense against
storms, from avalanches in Switzerland, and in preserving health by counteracting the influences of malaria
etc.

Compositions may also be written on the size of trees, trees in history, care of trees, enemies of trees, the
kinds and habits of native trees, kinds of ornamental trees; also, a description of the tree chosen for plant-
ing, its characteristics, usefulness, etc.; upon varieties of shrubs that are valuable for landscape gardening,
their habits of growth, flowering, etc. The same exercises may be extended to include the vines or flower
seeds or flowering plants that may be selected for cultivation.

1, DEVOTIONAL EXERCISES:

a. READING OF SCRIPTURE. d, PRAYER. c. SONG.

Norte.— See Scripture lesson given elsewhere. This may be read by one person, or different scholars
may each repeat a verse or a sentence. Or it may be made a responsive service, the teacher repeating
one sentence, and scholars the next. ‘

2. READING OF THE LAW ESTABLISHING ARBOR DAY,

3. READING OF DEPARTMENT CIRCULAR, AND OF LETTERS IN REFERENCE TO

ARBOR DAY.

Nore.— Many teachers and others in charge of exercises may choose to invite letters appropriate to the
occasion, from prominent persons in the different localities who are unable to be present.

4. SONG.

5. RECITATIONS.—By different pupils.

First Pupiz:
““ The groves were God’s first temples,

Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave
And spread the roof above them —ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
The round of anthems, in the darkling wood,
Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down
And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks
And supplications.” BRYANT.

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Seconp PupiL:

“T shall speak of trees, as we see them, love them, adore them in the fields where they are alive, holding
their green sunshades over our heads, talking to us with their hundred thousand whispering tongues, look-
ing down on us with that sweet meekness which belongs to huge but limited organisms— which one sees
most in the patient posture, the outstretched arms, and the heavy drooping robes of these vast beings, en-
dowed with life, but not with soul —which outgrow usand outlive us, but stand helpless, poor things — while

nature dresses and undresses them.” Hotes.
| Turrp Purit: : 5
“ Give fools their gold and knaves their power; For he who blesses most is blest;
Let fortune’s bubbles rise and fall; And God and man shall own his worth,
Who sows a field, or trainsa flower, Who toils to leaveas his bequest
Or plants a tree, is more than all. An added beauty to the earth.””. Wurirtier.

Fourth Porit: _

“There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees. It argues, I think,
a sweet and generous nature to have this strong relish for the beauties of vegetation, and this friendship
for the hardy and glorious sons of the forest. There is a grandeur of thought connected with this part of
ruraleconomy. * * * He who plants an oak looks forward to future ages, and plants for posterity.
Nothing can be less selfish than this.” Irvine.

Firta Pupir:

“What conqueror in any part of ‘Life’s broad field of battle’ could desire a more beautiful, a more
noble, or a more patriotic monument than a tree planted by the hands of pure and joyous children, as.a
memorial of his achievements.” Lossinc.

Sixrn Puri:

Oh! Rosalind, these trees shall be my books,

And in their barks my thoughts Ill character,

That every eye which in this forest looks,

Shall see thy virtue witnessed everywhere. SHAKESPEARE.
SEVENTH PupIL:

** There is something unspeakably cheerful in a spot of ground which is covered with trees, that smiles
amidst all the rigors of winter, and gives us a view of the most gay season in the midst of that which is the
most dead and melancholy.” 4 AppISoN.

ErcutTx Purit:

**Asthe leaves of trees are said to absorb all noxious qualities of the air, and to breathe forth a purer
atmosphere, so it seems to me as if they drew from us all sordid and angry passions, and breathed forth
peace and philanthropy.” IrvING.

Nixtu Puri:
“*T care not how men trace their ancestry,

To ape or Adam; let them please their whim;

But I in fune am midway to believe

A tree among my far progenitors,

Such sympathy is mine with all the race,

Such mutual recognition vaguely sweet

There is between us.” LoweLL.
TentH PupiL:

“Trees have about them something beautiful and attractive even to the fancy. Since they cannot change
their plan, are witnesses of all the changes that take place around them; and as some reach a great age,
they become, as it were, historical monuments, and, like ourselves, they have a life growing and passing
away, not being inanimate.and unvarying ke the fields and rivers. One sees them passing through vari-
ous stages , and at last, step by step, approaching death, which makes them look still more like ourselves.”

ELeventH Purit: Humsozpr,
“* Summer or winter, day or night,
The woods are an ever new delight;
They give us peace, and they make us strong,
Such wonderful balms to them belong;
So, living or dying, Ill take my ease
2 Under the trees, under the trees.” Sropparp.

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6. READING OR DECLAMATION.
7. SONG.
8. ADDRESS.—‘‘ Our School-houses and our Homes, How to beautify them.”
Nore:—Any other appropriate subject may be selected.
9. SONG,
Io. BRIEF ESSAYS.—By different scholars.
First scholar may choose for subject, ‘‘ My Favorite Tree is the Oak,’”’ and give reasons. Other scholars
may follow, taking for subjects the Elm, Maple, Beech, Birch, Ash, etc. These essays should be very short.
ir. SONG. :
1z. VOTING ON THE QUESTION.—‘‘ What is the Favorite State Tree.”
13. READING OR RECITATION.
14. SONG.
15. ORGANIZATION OF LOCAL “‘ Shade-Tree Planting Association.” (See Suggestions under
this head elsewhere.) :
Notr.—The scholars should at least appoint a committee to serve for a year to see that trees planted ate
properly cared for.
15. SONG.—America.

PROGRAM -- AT THE TREE.

Suggestions: Arriving at the place designated for the planting of a tree, every: thing should be found
in readiness by previous preparation, in order that there may be no delay. By arrangement, the tree
should be dedicated to some particular person as may have been decided. It would be well to have printed
or painted on tin or wood, and attached to the tree, the name of the person to whom it is dedicated.

After a marching song has been sung on the way to the tree, the following order of exercises is suggested :
1. PLACE THE TREE CAREFULLY IN POSITION. (See 5, below.)

Nore.— When advisable, the tree may be placed in position in advance of the exercises.

2. SONG.

3. A brief statement by the teacher or another concerning the person to whom the tree is
dedicated. ;

4. When practicable — recital of quotations from the writings of the person thus honored.

5. Let each pupil in the class, or such as may be designated, deposit a spadeful of earth.

6. SONG.

Nore.— Where impracticable to plant trees,— shrubs, vines or flowers may be substituted. A flower bed
may be laid out, and vines set in or seeds planted.

SCRIPTURE SELECTIONS.

And God said let the earth bring forth the fruit tree yielding fruit after its kind; and the earth brought
forth the tree yielding fruit; and God saw that it was good. Arfd out of the ground made the Lord God to
grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food. .

And Abraham said to the three angels: ‘‘ Rest yourselves under the tree;’’ and he stood by them under
the tree, and they did eat.

‘The tree of the field is man’s life. Then shall the trees of the wood sing out at the presence of the Lord;
then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice before the Lord, The trees of the Lord are full of sap, the cedars
of Lebanon which He hath planted; where the birds make their nests; as for the stork, the fir trees are her
house,

Blessed is the man whose delight is in the law of the Lord; he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of
water that bringeth forth its fruit in due season; his leaf shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall
prosper.

Of Wisdom, the wise man saith: She is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her, and happy is every
one that retaineth her. And again, the fruit of the righteous isa tree of life ; while Hope deferred maketh
the heart sick, when the desire cometh it is a tree of life; anda wholesome tongue is a tree of life.

And the angel carried me away in the spirit, and showed me that great city, the New Jerusalem ; in the
midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river was there the tree of life which bear twelve manner
of fruits, and yielded its fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were forthe healing of the nations,
And he said: To him that overcometh, I will give to eat of the tree of life which is in the midst of the Para-
dise of God.

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SHADE-TREE PLANTING ASSOCIATION.

SUGGESTIONS BY J. L. BAGG, SYRACUSE, N. Y.

As an excellent means of securing the planting of shade trees, it is suggested that a “‘ Shade-Tree Planting
Association ” be organized in each school district in the county for the purpose of securing the planting of
trees along all the vacant roadsides in the district. Unless the grown-up people of the district shall promptly
move in this matter, let the association be formed by the school children of the district, both girls and boys.
“They, of course, will commence the work by planting trees around their own school-house. They might
not, themselves, be able to pull up the trees in the forest, but they could readily get their big broth-
ers and kind fathers to do this for them. All the boys, both great and small, could take part in digging the
holes and planting the trees, and the girls could direct the trimming of them, and so all, even the smaliest
pupil, will have done something toward this beautiful work. When this shall have been done, the associa-
tion might have a celebration, to which any person residing in the district shall be made welcome.

__ Next it will be in order, if there be a church or public square in the district, whose grounds are barren of

trees (as such are apt to be) for the association to get up another “ bee”’ for their adornment. And when
the school-grounds and the church-yard have been thus beautified, and the boys and girls shall have had
the good time consequent thereto, then the association might send its committees canvassing from house to
thouse through the district, until each land-owner shall have given a positive promise, that at the next tree-
planting season his farm fronts shall be supplied with the requisite shade-trees.

THE BEST TREES AND VINES.

I think the trees best adapted for successful culture in our region are the elm, maple, linden, ash, birch.
beech, dogwood, pines, spruces, some of the willows, some of the poplars, a tulip tree, horse chestnut, ca-
talpa, laburnum and oak. The shrubs which seem best: adapted to our State, so far as I know, are the
deutzia, hydrangea, spiraea, wiegela, privet, arbor vitz, flowering cherry, flowering plum and hawthorn,
Among our best and hardiest vines are the clematis, the bitter sweet, wistaria, trumpet vine, honeysuckle,
morning glory, Virginia creeper and ampelopsis veitchii. The best plants for bedding purposes seem to be
‘pansies, verbenas, geraniums, coleuses, centaurea and hybrid roses. Beautiful beds may be formed by
' planting seeds of the portulacca, pansies, verbenas, zinias, asters, dahlias, petunias, chrysanthemums, nas—
turtiums, balsams, phlox, sweet William, and seeds of other well-known plants.—Dr W. J. Miine, Gene-
seo Normal School.

CAUTION.

Trees should not be planted so near houses that the roots will interfere with the foundations or that their
sshade will make the house damp.

Trees should not be planted so closely along road-ways as to hinder the prompt drying of the road after
a rain.

Ornamental trees should not have the effect of a forest.

ARBOR DAY POEMS.

(Original.)
ARBOR DAY TRIBUTE.

With lavish hand our God hath spread The perfumed breeze of smiling May, _

Beauty and fragrance o’er the land; The dancing stream on mountain side,
His smile revives the seeming dead; The wild bird's trill of joyous lay,

Nature awakes at His command. Proclaim Thy goodness far and wide.
He breathes upon the leafless tree, Attune our hearts to sing Thy praise,

He whispers to the tiny flower, : Expand our souls to comprehend
His touch awakes the slumb’mng bee, Thy attributes and all Thy ways,

And each obeys th’ Almighty Power. And ever be our Guide and Friend.

We plant to-day within the mould,
The stock that needs thy tender care;
Send deep its roots, its buds unfold,
In answer to our faith and prayer.
Jarep Baruire, Irvington-on-the-Hudson, N. Y.

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(Original.)
CHILDREN’S ARBOR DAY MARCH.

We are marching for the arbor, Flowers are smiling, bees are humming

And our hearts are free from care; O’er the land we’re passing through ;
All our thoughts in tune to nature, Robin shyly greets our coming,-—

With the music of the air. Every thing to nature true.

Cuo.— Marching merrily, singing cheerily, Cuo,.— Marching merrily, singing cheerily,

And our hearts are free from care; And our hearts are free from care;
Buds are springing, birds are singing, Colors biending, tints unending,—

There is music ev’ry where. There is beauty ev’ry where.
Thinking of the happy faces We will bless the mighty Power

In the happy bye and bye, Who for us the feast hath spread,
Who will come to take our places For all life, for tree and flower,

When our school days have gone by. And His heavens overhead.

Cuo.— Marching merrily, singing cheerily, Cuo.— Marching merrily, singing cheerily.

And our hearts are free from care; _ And our hearts are free from care;
Bells are ringing, joys are springing, In each beauty, learning duty,

There is gladness ev’rywhere. For His love is ev’rywhere.

E. A. Ho_sroox, Watertown, N. Y.
(Original.)

SONG OF DEDICATION.

[Air —* Cotumsia, THE GEM OF THE OcEan.”’]

The tree we are planting this May day The tree is an emblem of greatness,
Is chosen with tenderest care ; As, springing from one tiny seed,
May beauty adorn it, hereafter, It mounts ever upward and onward
And clothe it with usefulness rare. An emblem of greatness, indeed !
May green leaves appearing each spring time The birds sing its praises to others,
Be leaves of a fair book of Fame, The winds carry swiftly the tale,
And spread to the breezes the story The tree is the monarch of forest,
Extolling the new-given name. Of hill, valiey, greenwood and dale.

E.vten Beaucuamp, Baldwinsville, N. Y.

(Original.)
ARBOR DAY INVOCATION.

Like the giad birds of springtime, The ever glad chorus,

Our praises we sing, The springtime is here ;
To God the great giver With bird songs, with flowers:

Of every good thing ; And all her giad cheer ;
Till earth, with glad voices, While over the land that

Shall echo again, We treasure so dear,
From woodland and meadow, We scatter God's blessings

From mountain and plain. Afar and a-near,

God bless us, we pray Thee,
A young student band ;
Ever help us 1n truth
And uprightness to stand ;
And bless Thou the labor
Our hands do to-day,
Mid the bird songs and flowers

Of beautiful May.
' . Emma S. Tuomas, Schoharie, N. Y-

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(Original.)
INVOCATION.

[Air—“ America.”]

We, children of the free, In every flower and tree,

Come here to plant this tree, God’s forming hand we see, ’
With prayer and song; : And His great love,

A living sign to stand, And every bud and leaf

Of love to Fatherland, Increases our belief
While years prolong. , In heaven above.

*Tis meet a leafy shade Dear God of Nature, grant

Should shelter boy or maid, This tree which now we plant
Who hither hies, May live and grow,

To spend in studious hours, To bless with grace and shade,

Fair childhood’s growing powers, This loved and cherished glade,
And seek truth’s prize. Our love to show.

P. Hartow, City Editor “ Leader,” Kingston, N. Y.

(Original.)
SONG FOR TREE-PLANTING.

[Air —** Dearest May.”]

In soil the dearest and the best, In coming years, thy kindly shade
On which the sun can shine, ~ The sons of toil shall bless:

We plant thee, tree, in hope, to-day, Thy beauty and thy grace shall all
O, let our cause be thine! With gratefui voice confess ;

Strike deep thy roots, wax wide and tall, And so our youth in wisdom trained
That all this truth may know, Shall render service great,

Thou art our type of future power, Our schools send sons and daughters forth,
Like thee, we, too, shall grow. The glory of the State.

Rerratn— Like thee, we, too, shall grow, Rerratn— The glory of the State,

Like thee, we, too, shall grow, The glory of the State,

Thou art our type of future power, Our schools send sons and daughters forth,
Like thee, we, too, shall grow. The glory of the State.

Strike deep thy roots, wax wide and tall,
Since thou our pledge shall be,

Of all the good we vow to bring
Our country grand and free.

In place of one by ax or age
Cut off, long mayst thou stand

We march to take our fathers’ room,
And do the work they planned.

Rerram— And do the work they planned,
And do the work they planned,
We march to take our fathers’ room,
And do the work they planned.
Sara J. Uxperwoop, Chester, N. Y.

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(Original.)

A HYMN IN PRAISE OF THE NATURAL WORLD.

[Air — ‘* Autp Lane Syne.”’]

The winter storms have passed away,
And spring-time now is here

With sunshine smiling all around,
And heavens blue and clear.

The gifts of Nature brighten earth,
And make her garden gay ;

They give a cheery greeting bright
On this, the Arbor Day.

The flowers have risen from their sleep,
And, decked in garments gay,
They lift their smiling faces bright
On this, the Arbor Day.
They shed forth all their fragrance rare,
And loving tribute pay,
And give of all their little wealth
On this, the Arbor Day.

The birds with gladsome voices sing,
Each its melodious lay,

And music swells each little throat
On this, the Arbor Day. ~-

The trees put forth their greenest leaves
On this, the Arbor Day,

And welcome now the chosen tree
Which we shall plant to-day.

Eien Beaucuamp, Baldwinsville, N. Y-

THE OLD WOOD.

To me, no dull insensate growth .
Those heirs of Time appear;

But life, with thought and feeling both

My fancy findeth here.

A purpose held, an upward aim,
Those sylvan monarchs teach ;

The finer traits that man may claim,
Seem attributes of each.

How deep the strong Oaks grasp the soil,

At danger, loud they scoff.
The tempest in its strength they foil,
And hurl its dark clouds off.

Theirs is the nature that achieves,
No yielding there is found;

The very rustle of their leaves
Assumes a martial sound.

Of gentler mould, of softer mood,
One prone to pause or dream;
A stately poet of the wood,
The lofty Pine doth seem:

And softly through its slender leaves,
The wind is mourning on,

As when some noble spirit grieves
For some great hope now gone,

Scarce matched in beauty of them all
On high the Elms extend;

Graceful as fountain in its fall,
Their long lithe branches bend.

When Autumm’s touch of beauty brings

New charms upon the trees;
The glory of a thousand kings
May not compare with these.

The Maple, dyed in sunset hues,
Would dim the Hebrew’s throne,

And Sheba’s Queen would scarce refuse:

To say she was outshone.

A saffron tint the Beech receives,
The Birch’s boughs turn pale};
O’er ledge and crag the Berry leaves

In dark red streamers trail.

In russet robes the Ivy lies
Upon its mound of stone ;

A scarlet sash the Woodbine ties
Around the Cedar’s cone,

And over all the Autumn air
Lies like a golden flood ;
The works of God seem perfect there, —
Within the grand old wood,

Hucu Ketso, Kinderhook, N. Y..

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4 : (Original.)
TRIBUTE TO NATURE. .
[Tune— ‘** America.’’]

Of nature broad and free, May we Thy hand behold,
Of grass and flower and tree, As bud and leaf unfold,
Sing we to-day. See but Thy thought;
God hath pronounced it good, Nor heedlessly destroy,
So we, His creatures would Nor pass unnoticed by ;
Offer to field and wood, But be our constant joy,
Our heartfelt lay. All Thou hast wrought.
To all that meets the eye, As each small bud and flower
In earth, or air, or sky, Speaks of the Maker’s power,
Tribute we bring. Tells of His love;
Barren this world would be, So we, Thy children dear,
Bereft of shrub and tree; Would live from year to year,
Now gracious Lord to Thee, Show forth Thy goodness here,
Praises we sing. And then above.
Mary A. HEermans, Elmira, N. Y-
~ (Original.)
THE CLASS TREE.
[Tune—* America.”]
Grow thou and flourish well Deep in the earth to-day,
Ever the story tell, Safely thy roots we lay,
Of this gladday; . Tree of our love ;
Long may thy branches raise Grow thou, and flourish long ;
To heaven our grateful praise - Ever our grateful song
Waft them, on sunlight rays Shall its glad notes prolong
To God away. To God above.
** Let music sweil the breeze,
And ring from all the trees,”
On this glad day ;
Bless Thou each student band
O’er all our happy land ;
Teach them Thy love’s command
Great God, we pray. ;
Emma S. Tuomas, Schoharie, N. Y.
(Original.)
ARBOR DAY.

Plant in the springtime the beautiful trees, And, as we read, in some tree’s welcome shade,
So that in future each soft summer breeze, Of the works of earth’s wise men, which never can
ing through tree-tops may call to our mind, fade, 2
Days of our childhood then left far behind. Thanks would we waft on the soft summer breeze,
Both to planters of thought and to planters of trees.
Days when we learned to be faithful and true ;
Days when we yearned our life’s future to view; Then should we think, in our heritage grand,
Days when the good seemed so easy to do; We, too, belong to that glorious band,
Days when life’s cares were so light and so few. Who in word orin thought, or in deed something do
To advance this old world somewhat on to the new.
Oft in the present are we made to know
What was done for us in years long ago, As in the past men did plant for to-day,
‘How others sowed in the vast fields of thought, So will we plant in this beautiful May,
And, to us, harvests from their work is brought. Trees that in future shall others shade cool,
Thoughts that shall ripen for earth’s future school.
ANONYMOUS,

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(Orizinal.)
ARBOR DAY MARCH.

Nore.—Children singing this selection could be provided with small flags to be waved during the singing

of the words ‘** Hurrah.”
[Air—‘* MarcuinG THRouGH GeEorata,’’}

Celebrate the Arbor Day
With march and song and cheer,
For the season comes to us ,
But once in ev’ry year ;
Should we not remember it
And make the mem’ry dear —
Memories sweet for this May day?

Flow’rs are blooming all around —
Are blooming on this day,
And the trees with verdure clad,
Welcome the month of May,
Making earth a garden fair
To hail the Arbor Day.
Clothing all Nature with gladness.

Cuorus— Hurrah! hurrah! the Arbor Day is here,
Hurrah! hurrah! it gladdens ev’ry year ;
So we plant a young tree on this blithesome Arbor Day
While we are singing for gladness.

CHILDREN’

ELLen Beaucuamp, Baldwinsville, N. Y.
(Original
S PRAISE SONG.

[Air— Wedd.—‘* Toe Mornine Licur is BREAKING,” ETC.]

Thus came the welcome favor,
From the Creator’s hand,
Dispensing life and beauty,
With joy to every land;
The earth received the blessing,
And, grateful to her King,
Doth, each recurring season,
Rich tribute to Him bring.

Then, let us now, most grateful,
‘To the Creator raise
Our hearts in adoration,
In joyful words of praise;
For thus, may all creation,
In worship so divine,
Unite in pure devotion,
At Nature’s holy shrine.

In grateful imitation,
Of the Creator’s hand,
Let us extend the blessing
In this, our favored land;
On Arbor Day be willing
To multiply the gift,
While gentle rains distilling,
Shall cause abundant thrift.

Thus, through the lapse of ages,
The blessing shall extend,
And earth’s most beauteous pages
Grow brighter to the end;
While we with songs of gladness,
Shall ever grateful raise,
To the all-wise Creator,
Our heartfelt words of praise.
W. B. Downer, Cazenovia, N. Y.

(Original.)
PLANTING THE TREE.

([Music—‘ Frac or THE Free,’”’ No, 1, Franklin Square Collection.]

Gather we here to plant the fair tree ;
Gladsome the hour, joyous and free,
Greeting to thee, fairestof May !

Each little root with the earth spread around;
Snug as a nest, the soil round them pressed,
This is the home that the rootlings love best.

Breathe sweet the buds on our loved Arbor Day. REFRAIN.

Gather we now, the sapling around,
Singing our song—let it resound:

Happy the day! Happy the hour!
Joyous we, all of us, feel their glad power.

Shovel and spade, trowel and hoe,
Carefully dig up the quick yielding atue
Make we a bed, softly lay low

Moisten and soften the ground, ye Spring Rains ;
Swell ye the buds, and fill ye the veins,

Bless the dear tree, bountiful Sun ;

Warm thou the blood in the stem till it run ;
Hasten the growth, let leaves have birth,

Make it most beautiful thing of the earth.

ReFRAIN.
Dr. E. P. Watersury, Albany Normal School.

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HOW TO PLANT TREES—WHAT TO PLANT.

U. S. DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE,

FORESTRY DIVISION.
Crrcurar No. 5, 1889.
ARBOR DAY PLANTING IN EASTERN STATES.

The following circular has been prepared to answer inquiries from school
superintendents and other officials as well as private individuals who are inter-
ested in tree planting on Arbor Day. J. M. RUSK,

Secretary.

Sir: I have the honor to submit herewith a circular giving brief instructions
on selection of trees and manner of planting for Arbor Day purposes, to answer
inquiries from school superintendents and others interested in Arbor Day.

Respectfully, ;

Hon. J. M. Rusk, B. E. FERNOW,

Secretary. Chief of Forestry Division.

Introductory .— Arbor Days in the Eastern States as a rule contemplate the
planting of shade and ornamental trees mainly for the sake of creating a senti-
ment and interest in tree planting and eventually in forest culture.

The following suggestions do not refer to the educational features of Arbor
Day, but are meant to give in the briefest manner such general advice in regard
to the selection of trees for the occasion and to the manipulation of planting,
as may aid teachers, pepe and others to perform the practical work of Arbor
Day with reasonable hope of success.

Time of Planting.— The day set for Arbor Day and the weather on that day
may not always be the best for planting. Its fitness for an out-door celebration.
should govern the choice, while the planting may be done at a more suitable
season. Spring, before the buds open (February to May) is as a rule the best
time for transplanting — although with care it can be done all the year round —
and a murky or cloudy day is preferable to a sunny one for that operation.

Choice of Trees :—

1. General Considerations — Trees for school grounds and yards, along road-
sides and-streets, must be such as are least liable to suffer from injuries; they
should be compact and symmetrical in shape, free from objectionable habits,
such as bad odors, root-sprouting, frequent dropping of parts, etc., and from
‘insect pests, and if planted for shade, should have a broad crown and a dense
foliage, budding early in spring and retaining leaves long into the fall. Absence
of skillful hands at tree piantin x on Arbor has would also limit the selection
to those which are transplanted easily and require the least care,

Trees native to the region in which the planting is done usually have more
promise of success and are generally less costly than exotics. Trees from well-
managed nurseries are preferable to those grown in the forest, because their
root-system is better prepared for transplanting. Rapidly-growing trees, al-
oe giving shade soonest, are mostly short lived and become soonest un-
sightly.
=: : Although as a-rule small plants have a better promise of success,
other considerations recommend the choice of larger sizes for roadside and

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ornamental planting. Trees of any size can be successfully transplanted, but
in proportion to the size grows the difficulty, the amount of work and the care
necessary, Asa rule the largest size should not exceed two to three inches in
diameter at the base and ten to fifteen feet in height. Those one-half that size
will probably make better growth, because less of their root-system will be
curtailed in taking them up for transplanting.

3. Diagnosis of a tree suttable for transplanting. — a An abundance of fibrous
roots. Not the turnip-like main or tap-root but the little fibers sustain the life
ofatree. See that there are plenty of them, compactly grown within a small
compass, and that they are not stripped of their bark or torn at their ends or
dried up.

b. A nareiel form and well-proportioned development of shaft and crown.
The shaft should be clean and straight, neither thick set and short, nor thread-
like and over elongated, but gradually tapering and strong enough to hold u
its head without support. The normal crown is characterized by vigorous full-
sized leaves, or else by a large number of thick and full buds; it covers the main
stem one-third to one-half its length, with a symmetric spread evenly branched,
and has only one leader, of moderate length.

The length and vigor of the last year’s shoots, number and thickness of buds,
and appearance of the bark afford means of judging the healthy constitution
of the tree.

¢. The position from which the tree came has some influence on its further
development. Trees from the forest have generally a wide-spreading root-
system, which is difficult to take up and transplant. Those which have grown
in the shade of the forest as a rule do not start easily in the open sunlight;
those from cool north sides are apt to sicken when placed on hot exposures
and vice versa. A healthy tree from poor soil transferred into better conditions
will show itself grateful by vigorous development.

Treatment before transplanting.— Transplanting is at best a forcible oper-
ation, and injury to the roots, although it may be small, is almost unavoidable.
The roots are the life of the tree, and need, therefore, the most attention. In
taking up a tree for transplanting the greatest care must be exercised to secure
as much of the root-system intact. as possible, especially of the small fibrous
roots.

a. Never allow roots to become dry, from the time of taking up the tree until it zs
transplanted. A healthy-looking tree may have the certainty of death in it if
the root fibrils are dried out. To prevent drying during transportation, cover
the roots with moist straw or moss or bags, or Jeave on them as much soil of
the original bed as possible. At the place where the tree is to be planted, if
the planting cannot be done at once, ‘* heel in” the roots, i. e., cover them and
part of the lower stem with fresh earth, or place the tree in the plant hole,
throwing several spadefuls of earth on the roots.

b. Pruning roots and branches is almost always necessary, but must be done
with great care, especially as to root pruning. The cutting at the roots should
be as little as possible, only removing with a clean sharp cut the bruised and
broken parts. Extra long tap-roots may be cut away, but all the smali fibers
should be preserved. The cutting at the top is done to bring crown and root
into proportion; the more loss at the root-system has been experienced the
more need of reducing the crown system. Larger trees, therefore, require
mostly severer pruning, especially on poor soils; yet if there be fibrous roots
enough to sustain great evaporation from the crown, the less cut the better.
With large trees severe pruning is less dangerous than too little. A clean cut
as close as possible to the stem or remaining branch will facilitate the healing
of the wound. No stumps should be left (except with conifers, which suffer but
little pruning). Shortening of the end shoots to one-half or two-thirds of their
length may be done a little above a bud which is to take the lead. Asa rule,
the pruning for symmetry should have been done a year or so before trans-
planting, but may be done a year after,

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Method in planting a tree.—1. Holes are best made before the trees are
brought to the ground. They should bea little deeper than the depth of the
root-system, but twice as large around as seems necessary, to facilitate pene-
tration of rains and development of rootlets through the loosened soil. Place
the top soil, which is better (being richer in easily assimilated plant food) to
one side, the raw soil from the bottom to the other side; in filling back bring
the richer soil to the bottom. . If it be practicable, improve a heavy Joamy soil
by adding to and mixing with it looser sandy soil, or a loose poor soil by en-

_ Tiching it with loam or compost. Keep all stones out of the bottom; they

may be used above the, roots, or better on the surface. Providing proper
drainage is the best means of improving ground for tree planting. Use no
manure except as a top dressing.

2. Planting is best done by two or three persons. A, who manipulates the tree, is
the planter and responsible for the result; Band C do the spading under his
direction. A places the tree in the hole, to ascertain whether this is of proper
‘size ; a board or stick laid across the hole aids in judging the depth. Trees
should not be set deeper than they stood before, except in loose, poor soil.
More trees are killed by too deep planting than the reverse. If the root-sys-
tem is developed sideways but not centrally, as is often the case, a hill is raised
in the hole to fill out the hollow space in the root-system, and the earth of the
hill is patted down with the spade. When the hole is in proper order, A holds
the tree perpendicularly in the middle of the hole, with the side bearing the
fullest branches toward the south or south-west, for better protection of the
‘shaft inst the sun. B and C spread the roots into a natural position, then
fill in the soil, using the good sei) first small spadefuls deliberately thrown
over the roots in all directions — while A, by a slight shaking and pumping up
and down of the stem, aids the earth in settling around the rootlets. A close
contact of the soil with the rootlets is the secret of success in planting. Only
fine mellow soil, not too moist, and free from stones, will permit such close ad-
justment to the rootlets, which should also be aided by hand and fingers filling
In every crevice. A, while setting the tree, must exercise care to keep it in
proper position and perpendicular, until the soil is packed so as to keep the
tree in place; then B and C rig pets fill the holes, A treading down the soil
firmly after a sufficient quantity is filled in, finishing off a little above the gen-
eral level to allow for settling, and finally placing the stones or any mulching
around the stem.

Watering.— The practice of*using water while planting can hardly be said to
be a good one, unless the water is very carefully applied with a “ rose” after
the soil is well filled in and packed around the fibrous roots. Especially with
a soil which has a tendency to clog, there is great danger of an uneven distri-
bution and settling, with consequent empty spaces between the roots. More
trees are probably killed by too much water in. transplanting than by too little.
Water after the transplanting (and perhaps before the last shovels of earth are
filled in) especially if the soil was dry, is useful and should be applied during
the hot season, choosing the late afternoon or evening for applying it.

After care.—Any mulch of waste material, hay, straw, or better, wood shav-
ings or chips, sawdust, or even stones simply placed around the foot of the
tree, is of excellent service in checking evaporation.

Keeping the ground free from weeds and grass, and preventing it from bak-
ing, by occasionally hoeing and raking, is advisable. To prevent the trees from
being swayed by the wind, if of larger size, they should be staked firmly; a
loose post is worse than none. The tying should be so done as not to cut or
injure the tree; a tree-box insures more safety against accidents. With the
development of the crown it becomes necessary to trim it, so as to carry the
top above reach. Trees are not benefited by being used for hitching-posts, or
climbing poles, or other frolic.

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Summarizing the elements of success in tree planting, they are:
1, Trees suitable to soil and surrounding conditions ;

2. A well-developed root-system, kept in living condition;

3. Wide holes and mellow soil;

4. Firm packing of soil around the roots.

Choice of kinds.—Leaving out conifers — which require more careful handling
and better situations than are as a rule to be had on occasions like that in view
— there are over one hundred indigenous species to choose from for planting on
the Atlantic side ; of these thirty to forty might deserve attention for Arbor Day
tree planting, according to climate, soil, and situation, or object. It is best to
limit the choice for this occasion to trees of recognized merit native to your
locality; opportunities will vary the choice. It is only possible here to name the
following selections, which admit of a wide application in.the Atlantic States:

THREE TREES TO BE PLANTED WHERE NOTHING ELSE WILL GROW; easily
transplanted, growing rapidly, but shortlived, liable to injuries, root-sprouting,
soon scraggy looking unless specially attended :

Silver Maple. Carolina Poplar. Box Elder.
(Acer dasycarpum.) (Poplus monlifera). (Negundo aceroides.) -

FOUR TREES, AMONG THE BEST FOR STREET AND LAWN:
Sugar Maple. Red Maple. Linden. Elm.
(Acer saccharinum.) (Acer rubrum.) (Tilia Americana.) (Ulmus Americana.)

FIVE TREES DESIRABLE FOR LAWN AND YARD:

Tulip Tree. Red Oak. Willow Oak.
(Liriodendron tulipifera.) (Quercus rubra.) (Quercus phellos.)
Black Cherry. Sweet Gum.
(Prunus serotina.) (Liquidambar styraciflua.)
SIX TREES SUITABLE FOR SPECIAL POSITIONS :
Sycamore. Black Birch. Ash.
(Platanus occidentalis.) (Betula lenta.) (Fraxinus Americana.)
Black Walnut. Chestnut. Beech. —
(Juglans nigra.) (Castanea vesca.) (Fagus ferruginea.)

TWO FOREIGNERS OF NOTE: rh
Horse Chestnut. (Aesculus Hippocastanum) and Paulownia (Paulownia impe-
rialis.)

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SPECIMEN PROGRAMS.

Port Henry, N. Y.

Arranged by Professor W. H. Benepict, now of the public schools of Elmira, N. Y., for Arbor Day,
May 3, 1889.

Selections marked thus * are given in this volume.

PROGRAM. |

1. Chorus.—**‘ Hymn in Praise of the Natural World.” High School.
- The singing was accompanied by an organ and two violins.
2. Reading of letters from distinguished persons, by members of the High School.

From Hon. J. Sterling Morton, ex-Governor of Nebraska, and the author of Arbor

Day. :
Arsor Lonce, Nebraska City, Neb., April 20, 1889.

Dear Sir — All other anniversaries refer to the past and its dead. Arbor Day alone

deals with the present and the future. It stretches its sheltering shades over the unborn

millions of coming generations and in the voices of the leafy woods pronounces benedic-

tions upon posterity. Faithfully yours,

5; J. STERLING Morton.

From George William Curtis, Vice-Chancellor of the University of the State of New
York. .
West New Bricuton, Staten Island, April 17, 1889.

Dear Str — I am very glad that you propose fitting observance of Arbor Day, which I

think may be easily made one of the most interesting of our holidays. There is proba-

bly not one of the pupils in your school who has not a fondness for pet animals, for
horses, dogs, cats, squirrels, rabbits, and the charm lies largely in its life and its depend-
ence upon its master. Arbor Day will enlarge this friendly relation, so as to include
trees, and by and by, perhaps, shrubs and flowering plants. They too are living, and for
their proper growth and development they will depend largely upon the care and intelli-
gence of the boys and girls who are interested in them.

This interest will be fostered as in the case of the pet animals by the individual relation
between the trees and those who plant them. It will be stimulated by the names to be
given to the trees, and by the desire to honor distinguished men and women by carefully
tending the trees that bear theirnames. All this will gradually lead inevitably to special
Knowledge of the structure, character, growth, and uses of trees, to enjoyment of the
allusions to them in literature, and their association with historical events, like the Char-
ter Oak in Hartford and Sir Philip Sidney's oak at Penshurst, which was planted at his
birth and which Ben. Johnson and Edmund Waller commemorated, and the Abbot’s oak,
and William the Conqueror’s oak at Windsor Park.

With this will come a keener interest in the significance of trees and plants in national
usages, and in popular belief and proverbs, *‘ There’s rosemary, that’s remembrance.” To
be clad in mourning was to wear the Willow. Old Fuller, the English worthy, calls the
willow a sad tree, and the forsaken lover sang “‘ all around my hat I weara green willow.”
‘The Jews in captivity hung their harps upon the willows, and to describe a melancholy
landscape Sir Walter Scott in the Lay of the Last Minstrel sings of ‘‘ along the wild and
willowed shore.” It was upon the Beech tree that lovers, long before America was dis-
covered, carved the names of their sweethearts, and it was upon thetree of which Amiens
sung that Shakespeare’s Orlando hung his verses to Rosalind. It was the trees of Arden-
nes that waved their leaves over the soldiers marching to Waterloo, “Grieving, if aught
inanimate e’er grieves over the unreturning brave.” Thus in every way trees are inwrought
with literature as with art.

** The groves were God’s first temples,” and Gothic architecture reproduces the long
drawn aisles and fretted vault of the pine forest. :

As the student advances into Latin and Greek, he will find trees springing up all around
him in the form of allusionsin the chaplets, wreaths and crowns that were woven from
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landscape. The conscious enjoyment of natural beauty is a modern sentiment, but it is
from the association of Greek and Roman usage that “ bays” and ‘‘ laurels” derive their
modern significance. Apollo’s tree, the bay, furnished the wreaths for Roman victors, at
their triumphs. The Greeks crowned with laurel the victors in the Pythian games and
‘with a wreath of wild olives the Olympic victors.

All such facts, familiar to school boys, will acquire a kind of interest which they never
had before when those boys establish personal relations with trees and shrubs by planting
them and giving them names. When they watch to see how Bryant and Longfellow are
growing; whether Abraham Lincoln wants water, or Benjamin Franklin is drying up
whether Asa Gray puts out his leaves as early as last year, and whether Maria Mitcheli
and Abigail Adams and Dorothea Dix hold in their ample and embowering arms as many
singing birds, as usual, they will discover that a tree may be as interesting as the squirrel
that skims along its trunk, or the thrush that calls from its leafy covert like a muezzin
from a minaret.

It is pleasant to remember on Arbor Day that Bryant, our oldest American poet and
the father of our American literature, is especially the poet of trees.

He grew up among the solitary hills of Western Massachusetts when the woods were
his nursery and the trees his earliest comrades, The solemnity of the forest breathes.
through all his verse, and he had always, even in the city, a grave rustic air as of a man
who heard the bubbling brooks and to whom the trees told their secrets. His poems will
be so naturally read on Arbor Day that it will keep his memory green, and the poet of the
trees will become the familiar friend of American boys and girls who, by tender nurture.
of the trees, will have learned to say with him:

‘"Nay, doubt we not that under the rough rind,
In the green veins of their fair growth of earth,
There dwells a nature that receives delight
From all the gentle processes of life,

And shrinks from loss of being.”

Bryant liked to think of himself as associated with trees, and modestly forecasts his
name blended with trees and the fruit so precious to all us American girls and boys, or
men or women,

““Who planted this old apple tree?
The children of that distant day,
Thus to some aged man shall say 3
And gazing on its mossy stem,
The gray-haired man shali answer them,
A poet of the land was ‘he.
Born in the rude but good old times,
’Tis said he made some quaint old rhymes,
On planting the apple tree.”’

With every good wish for the boys and girls who will plant the trees, and for the trees
which they will plant, I am Very truly yours,
; GEORGE WILLIAM CuRTIS.

From Hon. David Murray, ex-Secretary of Board of Regents of the University of
the State of New York.
REGENTS’ OrFice, Albany, N. Y., April 10, 1889.

My DEAR Sir—I am pleased to hear that you are preparing to celebrate Arbor Day
in some appropriate way. Nothing can be more fitting than for the scholars in our
schools to unite in exercises for the planting and protection of trees. The time has come
for us to concern ourselves with the preservation of our forests and the multiplication of
the trees, vines and shrubs which do so much to make the earth which we inhabit beau-
tiful and salubrious.

I lived many years in Japan, which is one of the most lovely countries on the face of
the earth. Its beauty is largely due to the noble trees which everywhere line the roads
and envelop its surface. Its climate, is warm and moist and therefore well adapted to
the growth of luxuriant vegetation. But there can be no question that in a great measure
the thriving and kept groves and avenues of trees owe their continued existence to the
fostering care of the government. During a great part of the two hundred and fifty years.
of the Shogun’s government, it was a well-understood and definite regulation that, when-
ever a tree was cut down for any purpose, two others should be planted to take its place.
The effect of such a regulation is now apparent. In the great cities of Tokio, Kiots and
Osaka, every available space is filled with noble trees. Along the great government
roads, which lead through the islands, tall and graceful cedars in double rows line the
pathway and give both a cool shade and graceful vistas. I have driven through fifty miles
of such an avenue in going from Tokio to the burial place of the Shoguns of Nikko.

What old and picturesque countries have been able to do, it now devolves on us to
take timely measures to do. The forests of our country, which no long timie ago were so
abundant that they covered every fertile road, have been cut down, until many portions

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Specimen Programs. — Port Henry, N. ¥.— Continued.

of the country are denuded. The streams which once flowed through oozy beds and
gathered contributions from every foot of progress now have cwindled to little rivulets,
which only show their strength when rain-storms fill their channels.

Let us create a sentiment and enthusiasm in reference to restoring and preserving in
some reasonable degree the forests which the ignorance or the cupidity of preceding gen-
erations have destroyed.

That you are disposed to do your share under the law which the Legislature of this
State passed, is to me a great source of gratification. That you may be abundantly suc-

-cessful, and that the scholars under your charge may find a true and noble satisfaction in

providing for their own pleasure, and the pleasure of the generations to follow them, is
the sincere wish of Yours sincerely,
Davip MurRAY.

From Hon. B. G. Northrop, Clinton, Ct., to whom we are indebted for much of the in-
terest that is being taken in Arbor Day and tree culture throughout the country.

CLINTON, Cr., April 25, 1889.

DEAR Str — Arbor Day for economic tree-planting was started seventeen years ago in
Nebraska, by ex-Governor J. Sterling Morton, whose efforts were seconded by the “ State
Board of Agriculture” and ‘‘ Board of Horticulture,” liberal prizes being offered to the
counties that should do the most in this line. So great enthusiasm was awakened that,
according to the official reports, more than 12,000,000 trees were planted on the first State
Arbor Day. The interest then awakened has continued and extended so that now there
are over 605,000,000 trees growing in Nebraska which were planted by human hands.

The settler there who does not plant trees on his “section” is now the exception. The
Nebraskans now glory in the old name, “‘ The Great American Desert,” which for three
hundred miles west of the Missouri river has been made habitable and hospitable by tree-
planting and cultivation here.

Kansas soon followed the example of Nebraska, and now rejoices in the growth and
influence of millions of planted trees. Two other Western States soon joined in this good
work.

At the outset, ‘‘ Arbor Day” in schools was not thought of, economic tree-planting
being the only aim. The progress of this work has been most gratifying. Less than
seven years ago a resolution in favor of observing Arbor Day in schools in every State,
which I offered in the American Forestry Congress, was unanimously adopted and a com-
mittee appointed to push that work. As their chairman, I have presented the subject
personally, or by letter, to the Governors of all our States and Territories, and now thirty-
four States are observing ‘‘ Arbor Day.”

This movement has spread across the continent, and individuals and railway companies
as well as States have shared in the work. Adolph Sutro, the millionaire of San Fran-
cisco, gave 60,000 small trees to the school children of that city to plant in the parks and
around the homes.

California is teaching the East a much needed lesson in favor of planting very young
trees. The experience on the prairies and especially in the Trans-Missouri river States
is decisive on this subject. The many million trees now growing in Nebraska, Kansas,
and other Western States, as well as in California, were planted when mere saplings, they
are more easily dug up with all their capillary roots and more sure to grow. They cost
less and are more cheaply transplanted. dn ten years, these saplings — yearlings or “ two-
year-olds” will overtake those ten or more years old when planted, and will be always
healthier and handsomer. I have tested this matter by giving some 11,000 small trees to
the citizens of Clinton, Ct., mostly to the school children, during the last seven years.
Few of these trees were over three years from the seed. The result has been most grati-
fying both in their beauty and rapidity of growth.

One of the pleasant things in Arbor Day observance is the hearty co-operation often
shown by influential and wealthy citizens. Governor Perry and State School Superin-
tendent Russell, of Florida, enlisted enthusiastically in the work of their first Arbor Day,
and the results were a most grateful surprise to them. So general was the interest that
Governor Perry, in an official letter, congratulated the pupils and people of the State on
their grand response to his proclamation.

The observance of Vermont’s first Arbor Day was general and enthusiastic. In the
town of Rutland over 3,500 trees were set out, 2,000 of them in the new village of Proctor,
named from ex-Governor Proctor, now Secretary of War, who exerted himself success-
fully to make the day a jubilee for all.

New York, if the last of the Northern States to pass an Arbor Day law, is foremost in
the thorough and liberal provisions of this act, making it the duty of the school authori-
ties throughout the State to provide such exercises on Arbor Day as shall tend to encour-
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the State Superintendent authority to prescribe the exercises and print and send to every
school in the State full circulars of instruction. State Superintendent Draper is working
up this subject with great efficiency.

In a lecture trip, quite across the State, I find such interest and enthusiasm in this work
among teachers and school superintendents as warrant the expectation that New York’s
first Arbor Day will witness the planting of more trees, shrubs and vines in school
grounds and approaches around the homes, and by the road sides, than were ever started
before on any one day in this State, however much has already been done.

In large cities, there may seem to be little room for tree- planting and no call for a holi-
day for this work, but even then fit talks, or the memorizing of suitable selections such
as Superintendent Draper recommends will be useful, and there are few homes where
children cannot find some place for shrubs, vines or flowers, if not for trees.

Though the course of study is already over-crowded, trees and tree-planting forma fit
subject for oral lessons, now common in all our best schools. Such talks will lead youth
to observe and admire our noble trees, and to realize that they are the grandest products
of nature.

Our schools can render new service to the State, as well as to the pupils by leading them
to observe the habits of trees and appreciate their value and beauty, thus making them
practical arborists, as is contemplated in the New York Arbor Day Law. Superintendent
Draper’s suggestions, that a vote shall be taken in all the schools to ascertain which is
their choice for ‘‘ State Tree,”” and compositions by scholars each on ‘‘ My Favorite Tree,”
and of planting ‘‘ Memorial Trees,” and the dedication of one tree in every district to
Washington, will tend to deepen and extend the sentiment of trees, and thus realize the
motto of Dr. Holmes and ‘‘ Make Trees Monuments of History and Character.”

Cordially yours,
B. G. NORTHROP,

From Hon. B. E. Fernow, Chief of Forestry Division, United States Department of
Agriculture.

WASHINGTON, D. C., April 4, 1889.

DEAR Sir — Your letter giving me an account of your successful Arbor Day exercises
of last year and requesting some words of encouragement as a stimulus to the exertions
of your pupils for the present season, calls to mind the well-known proverb: ‘‘ Tall Oaks
From Little Acorns Grow.” ‘There isa deep meaning in these words, especially in con-
nection with Arbor Day.

Has it occurred to you, that with the inauguration of Arbor Day in almost all the
States — now thirty at least — we inaugurate an era of reform? Have your boys and girls
understood that, in planting the shade and lawn trees with festive celebration, they do
only start a new vegetable growth, deriving pleasure from the work and its progress from
year to year, but they also plant the seed of a new era in the economy of our nation, that
they foreshadow a reform in our methods of utilizing the bountiful resources of our
country ?

What is the object of Arbor Day? To plant shade trees and have agood time? Oh no!
Although the setting of a tree is useful and pleasurable, although the festivities attending
it are pleasurable and useful in impressing the mind with the memory of the occasion,
the deeper object of Arbor Day is to so imbue the coming generation with a love of tree
growth and tree planting, that out of a nation of wood-choppers there may arise a nation
of tree-planters and foresters.

When first our forefathers came to this country, it was a dense forest, and to make
fields and agriculture it was necessary to get rid of the forest at any cost. This has pro-
duced in our nation a hatred against trees, and we have cut away and slashed and burnt,
until now it becomes necessary to cry a halt and reverse our actions. With the opening
up and settlement of the treeless prairies and plains, the settlers in that new country have
learned to appreciate the usefulness of trees, and it is to one of those States — Nebraska—
that Arbor Day took its origin, and now millions of trees are planted there on that day.

With clearing in the Eastern States it became apparent, that we were getting short of
useful timber, and also that the favorable influence which the forests exert on climate and
on the even water-flow of our streams, was interfered with. And so Arbor Day became
established in the Eastern States, especially in the schools. °

What more encouragement to go on with this work need there be fora patriotic Ameri-
can boy, than the thought that by his action he is helping to shape the development of his
people and his country in the right direction? And when he doubts whether this mite of
his can really have any effect upon the great nation, let him recall the proverb, ‘‘ Tall oaks
from little acorns grow,” and plant his acorn or his tree in confidence of a desirable result.

With best wishes for your good work, I am Truly yours,

B. E. FerNow.

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3. SONG.—* “ Arbor Day March.”

These pupils each had a flag about seventeeninches long. Th
marched on the stage from an adjoining room.
first two lines of the chorus they waved their flags in unison with
the rest of the singing and marching they kept the flags at right shoulder shift.

chorus as they

Ten Pupils from 2nd Primary Department.

sang the first stanza and
uring the singing of the
their singing. During
After

reciting the following selection, they sang the second stanza, and marched off the stage

as they were singing the chorus.

~ CONCERT RECITATION BY THE SAME TEN PUPILS: “OUR ARBOR DAY IN MAY.”

Look, dear children, look! the meadows,
When the sunshine chases shadows

All the brooke fall of : Are alive with fairy f
run laughter, ve airy faces,
And wind comes whi Peeping from their grassy places
What is this they sing and say? What is this the flowers say ?
“Itis May! “Itis May!
It is our Arbor Day ! It is our Arbor Day!
! hurrah for our Arbor Day ©” * Hurrah! burrah for our Arbor Day !”
See ! the fair blue is brighter,
Reece hake with ham: nr hadsets
All the bells of joy are ringing ;°
All are grateful voices singing -
the storms have passed away ;
“Tt is May!

Hurrah! Becah Sor our Arius Kay |

When the children recited the last line of each stanza, they waved their flags in an ap-

propriate manner.

In this exercise the children marched as they sang, without any organ

accompaniment. In the following exercises the pupils marched to the music of the organ.

4. THE PLEA OF THE TREES. Ten Pupils of Ist Primary Department.

less, fi .
Since childhood in my pleasant bower

cooling breezes blow.
‘Third Pupil. THE HICKORY.
When the autumn comes its round,
Rich, sweet walnuts will be found
Covering thickly ail the ground
my boughs are spread.

Fourth Pupil. THE OAK.

I am the oak, the king of the trees,

Calmly I rise, and spread by slow degrees;
Three centuries I grow ; and three I stay
Supreme in state ; and in three more decay.

Fifth Pupil. THE ELM.
Each morning when thy waking eyes first see,
Through the wreathed lattice, golden day appear,
Here sits the robin, on the old elm tree,
And with such stirring music fills the ear,
Thou mightst forget that life had pain or fear,
And feel again as thou wast wont to do [new.
When hope was young and joy and life itself were

Sizth Pupil. THE HEMLOCK.
I am the hemlock.
I shake the snow onthe ground below,
Where the flowers safely sleep:
And all night long, though winds blow strong,
A careful watch I keep.

Seventh Pupil. THE WILLOW.
I am the willow.
Listen ! in my breezy moan
You can hear an undertone :
Through my leaves come whispering low
Faint, sweet sounds of long ago.

Many a mournful tale of old
Heartsick man to me has told:
Gathering from my golden bough
Leaves to cool his burning brow.

Many a swan like song to me

Hath been chanted mournfully ;
Many a lute its last lament

Down my moonlight stream hath sent.

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Concert Recitation:

Woodman, spare each tree !
Harm nota single bough!

In youth they sheltered thee,
You should protect them now.

These old familiar trees
Whose glory and renown
Are spread o’er lands and seas —
And wouldst thou hack them down ?

Woodman, stay thy hand
Cut not their earth-bound ties;
O spare these trees so grand,
: Now towering to the skies.

Each pupil had a bough of the tree which he or she represented, and made an appro-
priate gesture when speaking of himself or herself.

5. A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS. Ten Pupils of 2nd Intermediate Department.

First Pupil, THE ARBUTUS.
If Spring has Maids of Honor—
And why should not the Spring,
With all her dainty service,
Have thought of some such thing ?

If Spring has Maids of Honor—
Arbutus leads the train;

A lovelier, a fairer,
The Spring would seek in vain.

Second Pupil. THE ROSE.

I am the blushing rose,
Bending with my fulness,
’Midst my close-capped sister buds,
Warming the green coolness

Hold me very lightly
See from what a slender

Stalk I bower in heavy blooms,
And roundness rich and tender.

Third Pupil. THE VIOLET.
I am the violet, and I dwell ;
Under the shade of the sweet Heathbell,
Early, at dawning, it rings, and it rings,
To waken me, ere the Redbreast sings.
I am happy; so happy, the live-long day ;
For I love in my lowly home to stay;
And I know that the sunny days of Spring
The love of the children to me will bring.

Fourth Pupil. THE BUTTERCUP.
I am the Buttercup, shining like gold;

With asmile for the young, and a smile for the old,

I grow in the sunshine. and grow in the shade;
I’m the cheeriest flower that ever was made.

Fifth Pupil,

Sixth Pupil,

Seventh Pupil.

LHE LILY:
I am the lily fair,
The flower of virgin light ;
Nature held me forth and said,
“Lo! my thought of white.”

Ever since then, angels

Hold me in their hands;

You may see them when they take
In pictures their sweet stands.

Like the garden’s angel

Also do I seem ; ;

And not the less for being crowned
With a golden dream.

THE DANDELION.

I am the common Dandelion, that grow’th beside
the way, ;

Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold;

First pledge of. blithesome sear

Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold,

High-hearted buccaneers, o’erjoyed that they

An Eldorado in the grass have found,

Which not the rich earth’s ample round

May match in wealth.

THE DAISY.

I am the bright Daisy, whose home is everywhere
A pilgrim bold in nature’s care,
And all the long year through the heir of joy and
sorrow. -
Methinks that there abides in me
Some concord with humanity,
Given to no other flower J see
The forest through,
Glittering from afar,

When the little ones find me they dance with de- I seem a pretty star;
i Not quite so fair as many are
In heaven above me!
Yet like a star, with glittering crest,
Self-posed in air I seem to rest.

light,
As oer fill up their aprons with Buttercups bright;
** Now see who loves butter !”’ wig shouting begin
As they hold me up under each lily-white chin.

Concert Recitation: Chorus of Flowers,
We are the sweet flowers, Oh! true things are fables,
Born of sunny showers, Fit for sagest tables,

Think, whene’er you see us, what our beauty saith; And the flowers are true things — yet no fablesthey.
Utterance, mute and bright, Fables were not more
Of some unknown delight. Bright, nor loved of yore ;

We fill the air with pleasure, by our simple breath; Yet they grew not, like the flowers, by every old
All who see us love us— pathway,

We befit all places; Grossest hand can test us,

Unto sorrow we give smiles and unto graces, races, Fools may prize us never, [ever.
Mark our ways, how noiseless Yet we rise, and rise, and rise—marvels sweet for-
All, and sweetly voiceless

Though the March winds pipe to make our passage

clear ; :
Not a whisper tells
Where our small seed dwells,
Nor is known the moment green when our tips
appear. :
’e thread the earth in silence,
In silence build our bowers,— r :

And leaf by leaf in silence show, till we laugh a-top From these blue dominions : pinions.

sweet flowers, Bought usin their white laps down, ‘twixt their golden

Each pupil had a bunch of flowers pinned on him or her to indicate what he or she
represented.

.

Who shall say that flowers
Dress not heaven’s own bowers?
Who its love, without us, can fancy—or sweet floor?
ho shall ever dare
Tosay we sprang not there, :
And came not down, that Love might bring one piece
of heaven the more?
O pray believe that angels

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6. CHORUS. * “Forest Song."—By W.H. Venable. High School.
Accompanied as before.
This was sung to the air, ‘‘ A Life on the Ocean Wave.”

7.**THE MARRIAGE OF THE FLOWERS.” Ten Pupils from Ist Interme-
diate Department.

Each pupil reciting two stanzas and decked with some flower represented.

8. LESSONS FROM NATURE ABOUT TREES. Ten Pupils from 2d Grammar
Department.
First Pupil :
We will listen to some facts about a seed.
Second Pupil;

A seed is a young plant and is packed ready for transportation. It has a tiny stem,
some seed leaves, and a terminal bud. The mother tree, before casting off her progeny
into the world, did not fail to give it a little outfit in the form of starch for food stored .
up in or surrounding the thick seed leaves. As the young chicks while in the shell are
nourished by the yolk of the egg, so the voung Oak or Maple subsists on the starch
stored up before ripening.

First Pupil:

We would like to hear something about Nature’s tree-planters, the squirrels. J
Third Pupil -

The squirrels eat many nuts, but carry a portion to some distance in every direction,
where they plant one or two ina place. It may be the thought of the squirrel to return
at some future time of need, but his bump of locality is not well developed, or he has laid
up more than he needed. At all events some of the nuts are allowed to remain where he
planted them. In this way he is a benefit to the trees, and pays for the nuts he eats. He
has not lived in vain, for he is a tree-planter and believes in arboriculture. His Arbor
Days come in autumn, and he needs no Governor’s message to stimulate him to work.

First Pupil:
Describe the mechanism of a tree.
Fourth Pupil :

A tree receives its nourishment from the roots. These correspond to the mouth in the
human frame. The nourishment taken in by the roots, or mouths, passes to-the lungs of
the tree, and then, by contact with the air, is rendered fit to supply material to the tree.
The tree’s lungs are the leaves. This operation is effected by the passage upward from
the soil, through the trunk, the branches, and every twig of the tree to the leaves, of a
large quantity of water, containing the nutriment for the tree. Arrived at the leaves,
contact with the air causes a large amount of water to be given off, and the nutriment
with certain portions of the air are carried back and deposited in leaf, bark and root,
where the digestive process is carried still further.

First Pupil ; :

When do our trees make their growth, and how do they get ready for the next year?
Fifth Pupil -

Most of our trees put forth their new growth during a few weeks in spring or early
summer. Do you wonder what they are doing during the rest of the warm weather ?
They are by no means idle. They may be perfecting flowers and seeds, but all of them
are getting ready for the next winter and spring. Through the influence of light and
heat, the green leaves are forming’ starch, which is transported and stored in the pith,
young wood and bark. The young leaves and stems are started and arranged, packed in
cotton, covered by scales and in some cases the scales are protected by pitch or varnish.

First Pupil :

Describe the tree as a community.
Sixth Pupil :

A tree isa composite being, a kind of communicy by itself. The leaves and limbs are
all the time striving with each other to see which shall have the most room and the most sun-

shine. Each strives for all it can get. While some perish in the attempt, or meet with
only very indifferent success, the strongest of the strongest buds survive. Each leaf hel ps to

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sustain the limb which carries it, and each limb furnishes some nourishment to the common
trunk for the common welfare. The tax is always adjusted according to the ability of
each to contribute. As the limbs of a tree are striving for the mastery, so each bush and
tree in grove or forest is striving with others for the mastery. The weakest succumb to
the strongest ; some perish early, some lead a feeble existence for many years, while even
the strongest are more or less injured. With plenty of room, the trunk will be short, the
branches many and wide-spread ; where crowded, the lower limbs perish for want of light.
Dead limbs fall to the ground to protect and enrich it for nourishing the surviving limbs
and the trunk, The scars heal over, more limbs perish as new ones creep upward, and
thus we find tall, clean trunks in a dense forest.

First Pupil:
How is moisture retained by forests ?
Seventh Pupil -

The bed of the forest is a widely spread surface, piled thick with leaves, twigs, pieces
of fallen branches, and remnants of decayed logs, covering another layer of the same sub-
stances in a state of partial decomposition, overlying yet another strata completely decom-
posed,—altogether forming a deep pot or hollow framework, penetrated with myriads of
pipes, tubes, and aqueducts, and interspersed with millions of miniature logs, blocking
and holding in position the flow of water, until the humus below fully absorbs it. The
large and perpendicular tap-roots which many trees possess, pass deep into the solid clay
strata, and send through the earth a slow and steady supply of water, which, traveling
away from the forests and under the cultivated fields, supply the great lower bed of moist-
ure, that, continually rising, fertilizes the upper soil. PuHIPpPs.
First Pupil:

What effect has the cutting of forests on the water supply?

Lighth Pupil:

The protection afforded by the forest against the escape of moisture from its soil by
superficial overflow and evaporation insures the permanence and regularity of natural
springs. To destroy the forest of a mountain slope is to devote the height to barrenness,
the valley to flood, and both to parching drought. The spring and autumn rain-fall, in-
stead of being stored up in Nature’s reservoirs, sweeps down through the valleys in sud-
den and violent floods, carrying destruction with it, to be followed a little later by long
droughts, and very low water.

Concert Recitation :

T love thee in the Spring, In the hot Summer time,

Earth-crowned forest! when amid the shades With deep delight, the somber aisles I roam,

‘The gentle South first waves her odorous wing, Or, soothed by some cool brook’s melodious chime
And joy fills all the glades. Rest on thy verdant loam.

But O,; when Autumn’s hand
Hath marked thy beauteous foliage for the grave,
How doth thy splendor, as entranced I stand,

My willing heart enslave.

The pupils were decked appropriately. The one who recited about the seed had a little
bunch of wheat in the head pinned on. Others had branches of trees and flowers. The
leader stepped out in front of the pupils and directed the question to the one who was to
answer, and then took her place in the ranks. The answers followed.

9. *“ THE PLANTING OF THE APPLE TREE.” Ten Pupils from lst Gram-
mar Department.

Concert Recitation ; first and last verses ; other verses recited by different pupils.

It was originally planned to have these pupils.carry a branch of the apple tree in bloom,
but it was too early, and we did not succeed in forcing nature. In addition, they were to
have pinned on them a bunch of apple blossoms. As it was, we had them modesily
decked with as appropriate flowers as we could secure, Modesty characterized all the
decorations. We had enough to make the pupils look fine, and uot a superfluity.

10. SONG.—* “SWINGING ’NEATH THE OLD APPLE TREE.” The same
Ten Pupils and High School.

First stanza repeated and the chorus repeated softly, at the close. The singing as with
the other songs was accompanied by organ and two violins, The ten Grammar School
pupils sang the separate stanzas, and the High School came in with them on the chorus,
The second ‘‘swinging” each time was not sung but simply played by the organ and
violins. The effect was fine.

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DEDICATION EXERCISES.
a CHORUS.—* Plant the Trees, Children.” Air: ‘‘ Ring the Bell, Watchman.”

A chorus of over four hundred voices.
Round thegreen play-ground the dear children When you are old you may bask in the shade

stand, Which by the growth of this planting is made.
oy in their faces and shovel in hand, Your children’s children, so Heaven decrees,
iting a word to be borne on the breeze— Will rejoice you heard thesummons: “* Plant, plant

Ready for the welcome mandate: “Plant, plantthe _the trees.”

trees.”

Plan trees “ages plan Plant trees of knowledge where i i

o Ww e where ignorance reigns;
oon fe a joy that the A saconel plinaesi Plant trees of virtue on sin’s arid plains ;

New York again sends her word on the breeze— Make of yourselves “* trees of righteousness; ” these

Joyfuily obey the summons: “ Plant, plant the Plantings lt the world with beauty ; “* Plant, plant
trees.” the trees.

When having to the happier land,

Fast by the * of Life” Fede you stand,

Gladly you'll learn how the Master decrees

Earthly planting bleoms in glory ; “ Plant, plant the trees.”

2. Reading Letters and Short Sketches of the Lives of those to whom Trees were
Dedicated. Pupils of the High School.

Trees were dedicated to George Washington, Francis Parkman, Joel T. Headley,
Benson J. Lossing, Will Carleton and Donald G. Mitchell.

[From Francis Parkman, American Historian.]

Boston, April 26, 1889

Dear Str — I am much obliged to the pupils of the schools under your direction for
their intention to dedicate a tree to me on Arbor Day. I could wish for no more pleasant
form of commemoration, for a tree is the most charming of monuments.

I hope your Arbor Day will be a great success. We once had on this continent such a
superfiuity of trees that our forefathers almost learned to regard them as enemies rather
than as friends. If the present generation does not quickly learn to take a different view,
the country will have cause to rueit. If the Stateand National governments do not pre-
serve with care the forests about the sources of our great streams, including your admir-
able Adirondack country, the regions watered by them will be the victims of alternate
floods and droughts. It is not only the beauty of the landscape that will suffer, but many
industrial interests will be sorely injured, and the more this is impressed on the minds of
the rising generation, the better it will be for them and their successors.

Yours respectfully,
FRANCIS PARKMAN,

[From Joel Tyler Headley, an Amezican Historian.]

NewsureH, N. Y., April 26, 1889.

Dear Sir—I am glad to see that the Superintendent of Public Schools in Port Henry
takes such a warm interest in Arbor Day. Iam sure he will infuse the same enthusiasm
into the scholars and make the first Arbor Day in New York a grand success, and one
long to be remembered.

The conception of an Arbor Day was a happy inspiration in Mr. Morton, and I have,
ever since its first establishment, taken a deep interest in its first observance.

The love of trees in itself is elevating, but when they become links between scholars
and authors, men distinguished for the good they have done, they awaken pleasant asso-
ciations and establish pleasant memories that cannot failto help form character. Arbor
Day recognizes the fact too often overlooked, that education does not consist merely in
imparting knowledge, but in cultivating the taste, in making good impressions on the
heart, and arousing the best and purest feelings, and in giving sympathies a right direc-
tion — in short, in developing the whole character harmoniously.

It is pleasant to know that there are children in Port Henry who will make atree a link
between me and them, and cause them to think of me when Arbor Day comes round in
succeeding years, even after I am dead. Very sincerely yours,

Joet T. HEADLEY.

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[From Benson J. Lossing, an American Historian. ]

THE RIDGE, DOVER Pains, N. Y., April 22, 1889.

My Dear Sir —Impressing on the minds of the young the importance of performing
certain duties is sure to bear abundant fruit in the future.

Among the duties which every generation owes to posterity, that of tree-planting,
whether for the production of fruit, or for shade, or for timber, is very conspicuous. It

is a beneficent and patriotic service, for it redounds to the comfort of man and the good
of one’s country.

Bryant wrote, long ago :

‘The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned Might not resist the sacred influences

‘To hew the:shaft, and lay the architrave, Which, from the stilly twilight of the place,

And spread the roof above them — ere he framed And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back Mingiee their mossy boughs, and from the sound
‘The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood, Of the invisible breath that swayed at once
Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed
And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks His spirit with the thought of boundless power
And supplication. For hissimple heart And inaccessible majesty.”’

Thus were trees spontaneously dedicated to the worship of the Almighty.

Trees have stood for generations, living witnesses of notable deeds of men. Many in
our own country have been so made memorable. I will allude to a few of them.

On the banks of the Genesee river stood an oak believed to have been a thousand
years old, called ‘‘ The Big Tree.” Under it the Seneca Nation of Indians held coun-
cils ; and it gave the title, ‘‘ Big Tree,” to one of the eminent chiefs of that nation, at the
period of our Revolution. I measured it in the summer of 1857. It was twenty-six feet
in circumference. It was swept away by a flood in the autumn of that year.

The Elm tree at Philadelphia, under which William Penn made a treaty with the
Indians in 1682, stood until March, 1810, when it was prostrated by a gale.

A pear-tree that stood on the corner of Thirteenth street and Third avenue, in New
York city, bore fruit until 1860, when it perished. It was planted in his garden by Peter
Stuyvesant, the last Dutch Governor of New Netherlands (now New York), in 1667.

In Cambridge, Mass., near Boston, there yet stands, though in a decaying condition,
the huge Elm tree under which Washington took command of the Continental Army in
July, 1775. The holder of the pen with which this letter is written is a piece of that tree.

There stood, until 1840, near Charleston, S. C., a magnificent magnolia tree, under
which Gen. Lincoln signed the capitulation of that city in 1789. I sawit lying prostrate,
felled by an axe.

The Charter Oak, in Hartford, Ct., which was prostrated by a September gale in 1848,
when it measured twenty-five feet in circumference, was estimated to be six hundred

ears old, when the first emigrants, under Hooker, from Boston to the Connecticut Valley,
ooked upon it with wonder.

The ‘‘ Fox Oak,” at Flushing, Long Island, under-which George Fox, the founder of
the Society of Friends, or Quakers, preached in 1676, perished only a few years ago. It,
and another like it, stood near the house of John Browne, who had espoused the religious
tenets of Fox, and who entertained him on the occasion of his visit.

This list might be greatly enlarged. My letter is already too long, and I will close by
expressing a hope that the young people under your charge who may engage in tree-
planting on Arbor Day will appreciate the importance and value of their pleasant task.

Please present to the young workers my kindest salutations, and accept the same for
yourself. Yours very truly,

BEnsON J, LossInc.

[From Will Carleton, an American Poet.]

420 GREEN AVE., BROOKLYN, N. Y., April 26, 1889

DrAR Sir — Yours of the 6th is received. I appreciate deeply the honor conferred by
you and your school, in dedicating a tree to me, and hope to stand, sometime, with you
and them, beneath its shade. :

Trees are silent sentinels, that never desert their post, till death or violence calls or
drives them away. They are friends, protectors and teachers ; they lead us naturally by
their innocent, lofty beauty, to ‘‘ look through Nature up to Nature’s God.”

With kind regards to all, I remain Yours rere

ILL CARLETON,

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a [From Donald G. Mitchell (‘* Ik Marvel”), an American author. ]
ce EpcEewoop, April 27, 1889.

My Dear Sir— Your favor came duly and I feel very much honored by the association
of my name —in even so slight-a degree — with your proposed good work of tree-plant-
ing, and suppose that I owe the flattering attention of which you speak, to my often
declared allegiance to country pursuits, and a steady faith in the good that comes from
every-day familiarity with the flowers, and the trees, and the sunshine.

I’m not sure but I love trees even better than books :— love them young, and love
them old ; and those mis-shapen and of foul growth, I love to cut and burn — (wishing
I could do the samefor many books I encounter). °

Pray commend me to your young bands of tree-lovers, and believe me,

: ; Very truly yours,
DoNALD G. MITCHELL.

3. Dedication Selections by seven pupils, representing the seven departments in the
First Pupil:

We, representatives of the school children of New York State, meet to-day to do our
share toward making our country more beautiful and fertile. A treeless yard or street is
unsightly and desolate, and how much more a whole city or district! Believing that the

wholesale destruction of trees is an injury to our land, and wishing to make the place
where we live more beautiful, we now replace a worthless tree by a new, thrifty and

‘vigorous growth.

Second Pupil: Third Pupil:
All ye woods, and trees, and bow’rs, Green ard lovely thou shalt stand,
All ye virtues and ye pow’rs O thou tree!

That inhabit in the lakes,

What the glory of thy boughs shall be?
Sixth Pupil:

“There is something noble, simple and_ pure in a taste for ‘trees.

While the summer breeze

In the pleasant springs or brakes, Sweeps thy crest with its caressing hand,
Move your feet Strong and stately thou shalt rear
To our sound Yy proud form,
Whilst we greet While the winter storms
On this ground. Strip thee of the leaves that were so dear.
Fourth Pupil: 2 Fifth Pupil :
He who plants a tree He who plants a tree,
i, ee
ootlets u res blindly H ents of coolness spreading out above
Leaves unfold into horizons free, 3 Waryfarers, he may fot live to see.
So man’s life must climb ifts that grow are best;
From the clods of time Hands that bless are blest;
Unto heavens sublime. Plant! Life does the rest.
Can’st thou prop , thou little tree, Heaven and earth help him who plantsa tree,

And his work its own reward shali be.
Lucy Larcom.

It argues, I think,

4 sweet and generous nature to have this strong relish for beauties of vegetation, and this
friendship for the hardy and glorious sons of the forest. There is a grandeur of thought
connected with this part of rural economy. It is worthy of liberal, and free-born, and
aspiring men. He who plants an Oak looks forward to future ages, and plants for pos-
terity. Nothing can be less selfish than this. He cannot expect to sit in its shade nor
enjoy its shelter; but he exults in the idea that the acorn which he has buried in the earth
‘shall grow up intoa lofty pile, and shall keep on flourishing and increasing and benefit-
ing mankind long after he shall have ceased to tread his paternal fields.”

Seventh Pupil :
Oo tree which we plant to-day,

hat great good fortune waits you!
For — will grow in sun and snow,

In your cool shade will tired feet
Pause, weary, when ‘tis summer,
And rest like this will be most sweet

Will feast of beauty render.

he did as a representative of his department.

age and death o’ertake you. To every tired new-comer.
Your winter covering of snow, So do they work, O graceful tree!
Will dazzle with its splendor, Thou hast a ane in giving ;
Your summer's . richest glow, If thou shalt bless mankind like these,

Thy life will be worth living.

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4. CHORUS.— * The Class Tree.

All the trees dedicated have-the names of those to whom they were dedicated on the
frame work around the trees.

The blackboards in the High School in which the in-door exercises were held, were
very tastefully decorated with appropriate drawings made with colored and uncolored
crayons by our pupils.

A Chorus of over four hundred voices.

BELATED.

A SINGLE buttercup I found,

A star upon my weary way,
As summer closed her heated round,
And ushered in the autumn day.

A little memory of May,

That slept too late, as I have done,
And so unknowingly gone astray,

And now stood lonely in the sun.

It seemed with anxious look to ask,

Are all my bright companions dead ?
Or have I slept, forgetting task,

Until the lovely May has sped ?

There waves around me autumn-grain ;
I see the ripened apples shine ;
I feel the patter of the rain ;

I see the grapes that blush with wine.

Ay, yes, I slept, I sweetly dreamed

Of babbling brook and azure sky,
And in my foolish fancy deemed

That flowers like me would never die.

From such a dream why should I wake, -
Afar and in another zone—
Wake only that the heart may break
To find myself alone, alone ?

And this it is to live too long,
To overpass our proper time,
And hear, instead of merry song,
The bells of death in solemn chime.

So, too, with man; youth slept away,
He wakes to find a useless age,
And wearily from day to day
Drags out an aimless pilgrimage.
WHITTIER.

A MAY SONG.

HE orchard is a rosy cloud,
+ The oak a rosy mist,
And oh, the gold of the buttercups
The morning sun has kissed !

A message comes across the fields,

Borne on the balmy air,

For all the little seeking hands

There are flowers enough and to spare.

There are twinkling shadows on the grass Hark ! a murmuring in the hive,—

Of a myriad tiny leaves,

List! a carol clear and sweet,—

And a twittering loud from the busy crowd While feathered throats the thrilling notes

That build beneath the eaves,
Then sing, happy children,
The bird and bee are here,
The May time is a gay time,
The blossom time o° the year,
St. Nicholas, May, 1889.

A thousand times repeat.
Then sing, happy children,
The bird and bee are here,
The May time is a gay time,
The blossom time o’ the year.
ANNA M. PRATT.

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SPECIMEN PROGRAMS.
Port Henry, N. Y.

Arranged by Professor W. H. Benepict, now of the public schools of Elmira, N. Y., for an Arbor Day
celebration in May, 1888, before the law had taken effect.

PROGRAM.

Selections marked * given in this volume.

1. Reading of proposed Arbor Day law.
2. Paper — “Arbor Day.”

3. Reading of letters:
[From James Russell Lowell.]

DEERFOOT FARM, SOUTHBOROUGH, March 28, 1888.

Dear Str—I can think of no more pleasant way of being remembered than by the
planting of atree. Like whatever things are perennially good, it will be growing while
we are sleeping, and’ will survive us to make others happier. Birds will rest in it and fly
thence with messages of good cheer. I should be glad to think that any word or deed
of mine could be such a perennial presence of beauty, or show so benigna destiny. I
beg you and. your pupils to accept my hearty good wishes.

Faithfully yours,
JamEs RussELL LOWELL.

[From Alice M. Longfellow.]
Mr. VERNON, Va., May 11, 1888.

Dear Str—I am sorry I was unable to write you a letter at the time you desired, but
I hope your celebration of Arbor Day was very successful, that the children were fully
interested in the occasion. I am glad you feel that this celebration is a means for bringing
the school children into contact with the lives of our writers, as the love of nature and of
literature ought surely to go together. Very truly yours,
ALICE M. LONGFELLow,
(Daughter of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.)

[From Oliver Wendell Holmes.]
Boston, March 31, 1888.

My Dear Str —I must write a line or two with my own hand to thank you for your
very kind letter, and to convey my best wishes to your pupils and their teachers.
It is a great pleasure and privilege to find that one’s thoughts find a hospitable recep-
tion to the minds and hearts of friends who are personally unknown to us.
Very truly yours,
OLIVER WENDELL HoLMEs.

[From Edward W. Emerson.]
ConcorD, Mass., April 28, 1888.

Dear Str— Your letter only came to-day: I hope mine will not be too Jate. It is
pleasant to learn that your school children are finding new interest in good books, and in
the wholesome book — Nature.

I wish that they may find them the joy and inspiration that my father did.

Boys are first led to the woods by trapping, shooting, or perhaps chopping, and girls
by love of wild-fiowers, but soon some will learn to love the woods and lonely places,
not for these special reasons, but as their constant friends, comforting, resting them, ele-
vating and renewing their thoughts. Togo alone or with only one companion who really
loves nature is necessary, for at a boisterous picnic the wood-gods are never found.

As Iam called to speak for my father, to-day, I will tell also to your boys and girls to
Catry away a good counsel which he gave to the boys and girls he met. It is this:
** Always do what you are afraid to do,” meaning of course, what you feel you ought to
do, if you only dared.

Wishing you a pleasant celebration, and that your thoughts may grow and give you joy
and seed for more. 2 Sincerely yours,

EDWARD W. EMERSON,
24 (Son of Ralph Waldo Emerson.)

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[From John B. Peaslee.] _
CINCINNATI, O., April 9, 1888.

DEAR SIR—It is a source of great and abiding pleasure to me that the celebration of
memorial tree-planting by public schools which was inaugurated by us in Cincinnati in
1882, has been so generally adopted in Ohio, and in eighteen other States of our Union
and the Dominion of Canada; and that this beautiful custom has crossed the ocean into
England, and that it has led the Grand Army Posts in many parts of our own State and
elsewhere, to plant trees, which are more durable than marble itself, in memory of their
soldier dead, instead of strewing flowers which perish ina day, upon their honored graves.

AsI said at the-inauguration of this memorial tree-planting celebration in Author’s Grove
in our Eden Park, the trees which the children plant, or which they assist in dedicating,
will become dearer and dearer to them as year after year rollson. Asthe trees grow, and
their branches expand in beauty, so will the love for them increase in the hearts of those
by whom they were planted or dedicated, and long before the children reach old age, they
will almost venerate these green and living memorials of youthful and happy days ; and
as those who have loved and cared for pets will ever be the friends of our dumb animals,
so will they ever be the friends of our forest trees. From the individual to the general,
is the law of our nature. Show mea person who in youth planted a tree, that has lived
and flourished, and I will show you a friend of trees and of forest culture. Besides, by
this: memorial tree-planting, the children will become interested in the lives and works of
the distinguished men and women in whose honor and memory the trees are planted.

Heartily thanking you for your kindness in asking me to participate by letter in your
coming celebration, and sincerely hoping that all who take part in planting and dedi-
cating the trees may live long to enjoy their beauty and their shades,

I remain, yours truly,
; JOHN B. PEASLEE.
(Then Superintendent of the Cincinnati Public Schools.)

[From Hon. N. H. R. Dawson.]
WasuHincTon, D, C., April 18, 1888.

DEAR S1r—I notice with pleasure that you are preparing for the exercises of Arbor
Day; that you desire to make it a complete success in every particular. Planting trees is
a custom which should be fostered by all thoughtful people. The work is useful both to
the person who does it, and the place in which it is done, and the result is both econom-
ically profitable and esthetically beautiful. A tree is a deposit in the bank of Nature
which she repays in the future athousandfold. Trees properly chosen and wisely planted,
are pleasant for their shade, and profitable for their fruit, bark, or wood. They tend to
equalize the rainfall; they promote the gradual drainage of water from soils, and increase
the health of the locality ; they prevent the washing of surfaces into streams, and check
the formation of shallows in rivers and bays; while they favor the existence of insect-
eating birds, and add indescribably to the charms of rural landscapes and of villages and
city life. With your northern trees I am not personally familiar enough to say any thing
of use. I know, however, that the native trees of the Middle States are various and
beautiful enough to satisfy every condition. If you select some trees for their rapid |
growth, others for their longer life, some for their shade, and some for the value of their
products, some for their early foliage, and some for their enduring verdure, you will not
only make your young people familiar with the uses and beauties of trees, but you will
be a public benefactor. Iam glad to see that this custom is coming into so general use,
and that the day is observed by the colleges and schools of many of our States.

To give you an idea of the size which some of our trees attain, I mention a live oak which
grew at Whale Branch plantation near Beaufort, S.C. This giant of the forest at some
little distance looked like a clump of trees. The trunk was only fourteen feet high to
the branches, which were like trees in size, and extended over a circle of one hundred
and twenty feet in diameter, nearly reaching the ground, spreading out and forming a
delightful resting place from the heats of summer. The trunk was over thirty-six feet in
circumference. The age of this mammoth was not known ; it was a large tree when the
colony was settled in 1680, and continued to flourish until 1864, when it was accidentally
destroyed by fire. For generations it had been one of the landmarks of the country, and
the playground and trysting-place of the young people of the vicinity, sheltering them
in their sports. In July, 1816, a party of eighty-five persons celebrated the national
anniversary under its shade, and dined at a table spread under one of the branches of
this majestic oak. This tree, the Quercus Vireus, is indigenous to the South Atlantic
and Gulf States, and is of very common growth. It is an evergreen, and a free of great
beauty and symmetry. Its branches are draped with festoons of the beautiful grey moss
peculiar to that latitude, and the stranger in traveling through the country will frequently
imagine himself among the historical Druidical forests of Old England. These ancient

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oaks line the avenues, and ornament the lawns of many of the plantations. The wood is
atough and durable, and is used extensively in ship-building. [I need not mention the
immense forests of pine that grow upon the Pacific coast, as these are familiar to every
one. ‘
The wanton and willful destruction of our American forests should be arrested, or else
the time will come when we shall have to import our timber and lumber from foreign
countries.

It is a beautiful custom to commemorate the virtues of distinguished persons by plant-
ing trees in their memory.

Wishing you every success in your effort to introduce and encourage the observation
of the day. I remain, yours very truly,

i N. H..R. Dawson,
c (Then Commissioner of Education.)

[From Hon. A. S. Draper.]
ALBANY, N. Y., April 30, 1888.

DEAR Str—I have received your esteemed favor of the 2Ist instant, asking me to send
you a few words concerning your ** Arbor Day ” exercises.

While many duties in this department occupy my time so completely that I feel I can
say but little that will be useful to you on that occasion, I am free to offez my congratu-
lations to you and your people that you have inaugurated these exercises, which bid fair
to become general throughout the State. I inclose you herewith a copy of a bill which

has passed the Legislature and is now in the hands of the Governor, in reference to the

establishment of a uniform day to be observed as ‘‘ Arbor Day.” Should this measure
receive the approval of the Governor, I find that I shall hereafter be in more direct com-
munication with the schools of the State on the subject of which it treats. .

While the needs of commerce and of business for a numberof years have been deplet-
ing our forests to almost an alarming extent, and have directed public attention to the
necessity of doing something to overcome this wholesale massacre of the “‘ giants of the
forest,” it is highly gratifying that in many sections of the State, those interested in con-
ducting our schools have inaugurated the plan, in a greater or less degree, of tree-plant-
ing in honor of authors, generals, statesmen, and other great men. This will partially
make up the loss.

There is something touching and interesting in planting a tree and dedicating it to some
individual prominent in some feature of our State or National history. It is to be hoped
that this custom may grow with the coming years, until at least around all our school-
houses there may grow living monuments to remind future generations of the enterprise
and thoughtfulness of those who live in the present. The tree occupies a proud place
in nature. It holds it by a Divine right —the right of life, of growth, of progress, of
decay, and of death. It has these elements of humanity. The tree is the life of nature.
Without it, is waste and desert; with it, comfort and beauty. Dignity and grace and
usefulness are its characteristics. Barren and cheerless the valley or the mountain with-
out the tree. The landscape robbed of it, would never tempt the brush of the meanest
painter in the world.

I hope the occasion may be interesting and profitable to all who contribute to it in any
way. The pleasure which you feel in your work will grow year by year, as the trees grow
an strength and beauty, and when your children’s children shall gather beneath their
branches, may they have delightful memories of what others have done, and continue
themselves in the commendable work.

I am, yours very respectfully,
A. S. DRAPER,
Superintendent of Public Instruction.

4. Vocal Quartet.— “ Music of the Pine.” By Pupils of the High School.
5- Concert Exercise.— *“ The Wayside Inn— An Apple Tree.” By Second Primary

Department.
6. Praises of the Oak. By First Primary Department.
1. The unwedgeable and gnarled oak. 6. Thy guardian oaks, my country, are thy boast.
2. The old oaken bucket. : 7. The monarch oak, the patriarch of trees.
3- Jove’s own tree that holds the woods inawful 8. The oak for grandeur, strength and nobie size,
sovereignty. cae excels all trees that in the forest grow.
4- A goodly oak, whose boughs were mass’d withage. 9. Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
5. King of the woods. 10. The glory of the woods.

CONCERT RECITATION —“ THE OAK,” BY GEO. HILL. See Index.

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7. Celebrated Trees. By Second Grammar Department.
8. Vocal Trio. Pupils of High School.
9. Breezes of the Forest. Second Intermediate Department.

1. Iam the Sugar Maple and a favorite ornamental tree. People love me because I am
possessed of sweetness. I claim to have made more boys and girls happy than any other
tree. I have many changes in dress — wearing in spring the softest shade of every color;
in the summer the purest emerald, and in the autumn the most brilliant yellow. My
wood is used for furniture, floors, and for furnishing the interior of houses, and after the
houses are finished, few can warm them better than I.

2. I am often called Soft Maple, although my real name is Red Maple. I beautify the
vabie in spring with early red blossoms, and in autumn my leaves are streaked with
scarlet.

3. They call me Bass Wood. Iam a fine shade tree, my home a moist, rich soil. My
fragrant flowers furnish a great amount of excellent honey for the bees at a time when
most other flowers have disappeared. My timber is soft, light and tough, and not apt
to split ; good for cabinet work, boxes, broom handles, etc. :

4. Iam known as the Black Walnut. I am not ornamental, noram I a good neighbor,
for I sometimes poison other trees that live near me. In spite of my bad qualities, I am
liked because I can be converted into cash at any moment. Some of my brothers have
sold as high as $2,000. Those who care for us care for a fortune.

5. Recognize in me the Hickory, If you want a wood that is good for buggies, ax
handles, barrel hoops, a wood like iron, call upon me. You will have all the nuts you
want thrown into the bargain. Once upon a time there was a president of the country
who had so many of my qualities that they called him Old Hickory.

6. Iam styled the White Ash. Iam a tall tree, and have often been complimented for
my usefulness. I have been told that I havea graceful topand beautiful pinnate leaves.
My wood is heavy, hard, strong, coarse-grained, compact, and of a brown color, and is
much used for cabinet ware, farm implements, and house finishing.

7. Behold in me the Beech. Upon my smooth, gray bark many a heart history has
been carved. The poet, Campbell, tells it so beautifully :

Thrice twenty summers have I stood,
Since youthful lovers in my shade
Their vows of truth and rapture paid,
And, on my trunk’s surviving frame,
Carved many a long forgotten name,

8. I rejoice in the name of the Pine. I am the musician among the trees, I sing only
when the spirit moves. You may know when that is by the peculiar swaying of my head.

g. The name White Oak distinguishes me from my neighbors. Iam the senior mem-
ber of our family, and have attained a very great age. Every particle of meis useful,
even to my ashes. My bark is used for tanning leather. My wood is hard, compact,
heavy, tough and durable, good for heavy wagons, plows, railroad ties, fence posts, ship.
timber, furniture, and finishing the interior of houses.

10. I am the celebrated Birch. I ama useful factor in the cause of education, though
not now so commonly found in the school-room asin former years. Probably you are
best acquainted with the Canoe Birch, whose white wood you seein spoolsand shoe pegs.
It gives up its beautiful white dress without any injury to itself. Let usall tell our friends

what Longfellow has said of the Birch tree. .

CONCERT RECITATION. ‘‘THE BIRCH TREE.” See Index. ‘The Story of Hiawatha.”
10. “Voices of the Trees.” First Intermediate Department.

1. Beheld in me the Hemlock Spruce. I have been called by students in art, botany
and horticulture the. most beautiful coniferous, hardy tree yet known. I grow to a good
height and acquire a large size. My evergreen leaves have delicate tints, my young
branches droop gracefully. Asa timber tree I do not claim the highest honor. My bark
is valuable for tanning leather.

2. Iam the Black Spruce. I abound in swamps. I am often used for Christmas trees
on festive occasions, and boys and girls search me over for a supply of first-class gum.
I am not responsible, though, for all the gum that goes by my name. Within a few years
my wood has been largely used to make white paper. fei

3. People call me Red Cedar. In summer my leaves are beautiful, but in winter they
become brown. Iam found sparingly in any part of the world, though I am the most
widely distributed of any tree in the United States. I grow slowly and produce a beau-
tiful, red, fragrant wood, which is soft and very durable. My wood is now mainly limited
to the making of lead pencils.

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4. My name is Arbor Vite. I thrive in the swamps of the north and afford shelter to

_ wild animals. I am often called White Cedar, and I furnish most of the telegraph poles,

some fence posts, railway ties and blocks for paving streets. I take a high place as an
ornamental tree.

5. I am called the Chestnut. All botanists of the present day agree that I am first
cousin to the Oak. I am well known for valuable timber and a good crop of edible
nuts. I am a great friend of the boys and girls. Sometimes naughty boys seek me
rather than the school-room. Of course no such boys live in Port Henry.

6. I have received the name of Tulip Tree. I am not only valuable as an ornamental
shade tree, but I also furnish excellent timber for carriage bodies, furniture and finishing
houses. I grow to a great size and height and have shining, queer-shaped leaves, and

large, tulip-shaped blossoms.

7. You may call me the Balsam Fir. I am a rather small, slender evergreen, found
in swamps, though often cultivated as an ornament about dwellings. I arrive at my
prime when about fourteen years old.

8. I am known as the Willow. I live near the water and my wood is made into the
Strangest things,— artificial limbs, tooth-picks, ball clubs and gunpowder. Some of us
are called Pussy Willows. :

O, Willow, why forever weep, Mourn on forever, unconsoled, '
As one who mourns an endless wrong? And keep your secret, faithful tree!
What hidden woe can lie so deep? No heart in all the world can hold
What utter grief can last so long? A sweeter grace than constancy.

9. You see before you the Red Elm. I am well known for my durable red wood and
mucilaginous bark and am often called Slippery Elm.

to. I am familiar to all as the American Elm. I have been called the Queen of the
Forest, and stand without a rival at the head of the list of ornamental deciduous-leaved
trees. I claim this rank on account of rapid growth and the graceful and majestic beauty
of my drooping branches.

Let us all recite the praises of the Elm.

Concert Recitation.
Hail to the Elm! the brave old Elm! Yet he holds them well, and lives to tell
Our last lone forest tree, His tale of ye olden time!
Whose limbs outstand the lightning’s brand, Then hail to the Eim! the green-topp’d Elm!
For a brave old Elm is he! And long may his branches wave,
For fifteen score of fuil-told years, For a relic is he, the gnarl’d old tree,
He has borne his leafy prime, Of the times of the good and brave.

11. Vocal Solo —* “ Woodman, Spare that Tree.”
12. “Song of the Trees,” First Grammar Department.
13. Chorus— “ The Picnic,” by the High School.”

The audience then repaired to the grounds outside where trees had been planted, the
planting complete with the exception of placing of a little more earth around the roots,
and in the following order and manner, dedicated seven trees to the perpetual honor and
memory of so many of our beloved and honored American poets.

The first of the trees approached, was the one chosen to be henceforth associated with
the name of the patriotic Christian poet, John G. Whittier.

This dedication service was very appropriate and suggestive, consisting of

Ist. A brief sketch of the poet's life.

2d. Singing an appropriate chorus.

3d. Reciting ten gems from the author’s works.

4th. Depositing earth around the tree to symbolize the whole process of planting.

The same form of exercise was followed at each tree.

THE WHITE ASH, DEDICATED TO JOHN G. WHITTIER.
By Second Primary Department.

GEMS FROM WHITTIER:

1. Two stanzas form “Lines for an Agricultural Exhibition:” ‘‘Give fools their
gold,” See Index.

2. Introductory to “ The Funeral Tree of the Sokokis.” See Index.

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3. Last six lines from “ April.”
4. From “ Mogg Megone:”

The oak upon the windy hill,

Its dark green burthen upward heaves —
The hemlock broods above its rill,

Its cone-like foliage darker still,

Against the birch’s graceful stem,

And the rough walnut-bough receives

5. From “* A Memorial:”

Green be those hillside pines forever,

And green the meadowy lowlands be,
And green the old memorial beeches,

Name-carven in the woodsof Lee!

See Index.

The sun upon its crowded leaves,
Each colored like a topaz gem;
And the tall maple wears with them
The coronal, which autumn gives,
The brief, bright sign of ruin near,
The hectic of a dying year!

Still let them greet thy life companions
Who thither turn their pilgrim feet,

In every mossy line recalling

A tender memory sadly sweet.

6. From “ Dedication” to “ Songs of Labor:”

Above the fallen groves of green,

Where youth’s enchanted forest stood,

Dry root and mossed trunk between,

A sober after-growth is seen,

As springs the pine where falls the gay-leafed maple
wood.

7. Extract from a letter:

Yet birds will sing, and breezes play

Their leaf-harps in the sombre tree:

And through the bleak and wintry day

It keeps its steady green alway,—

eats my afterthoughts may have acharm for
thee.

The wealth, beauty, fertility, and healthfulness of the country largely depend upon the

conservation of our forests and the planting of trees.

My indignation is yearly aroused

by the needless sacrifice of some noble oak or elm, and especially of the white pine, the

grandest trees in our woods, which I would

8. From “ The Lumbermen:”

Wildly round our woodland quarters,
Sad-voiced autumn grieves ;

Thickly down these swelling waters
Float his fallen leaves,

9. From *“The Palm Tree:”

To him the palm isa gift divine,
Wherein all uses of man combine,—
House, and raiment, and food, and wine!

10. From “The Frost Spirit:”

He comes, — he comes,— the Frost Spirit comes!

You may trace his footsteps now.

On the naked woods and the blasted fields and the
brown hills’ withered brow. .

not exchange for oriental palms.

Through the tall and naked timber,
Column-like and old,

Gleam the sunsets of November,
From their skies of gold.

And, in the hour of his preat release,
His need of the palm shall only cease
With the shroud wherein he lieth in peace.

He has smitten the leaves of the gray old trees where
their pleasant green came forth,

And the winds, which follow wherever he goes, have
shaken them down to the earth.

THE SUGAR MAPLE, DEDICATED TO OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

By First Primary Department.

GEMS FROM HOLMES:

1. Extract from *“ Talks on Trees:”—‘‘ There is a mother-idea,” etc.

2. Extract from a letter:

See Index.

When we plant a tree, we are doing what we can to make our planet a more wholesome

and happier dwelling-place for those who come after us, if not for ourselves.

As you

drop the seed, as you plant the sapling, your left hand hardly knows what your right hand
is doing. But Nature knows, and in due time the Power that sees and works in secret

will reward you openly.

3. Extract from letter:

*

You have been warned against hiding your talent ina napkin; but if your talent takes

the form of a maple-key or an acorn, and your napkin is a-shred of the apron that covers
the lap of the earth, you may hide it there, unblamed ; and when you render in your
account you will find that your deposit has been drawing compound interest all the time.

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*

Specimen Programs.—Port Henry, N. ¥.—Continued.
4. Extract from a letter:

I have written many verses, but the best poems I have produced are the trees I
planted on the hill-side which overlooks the broad meadows, scalloped and rounded at
their edges by loops of the sinuous Housatonic. Nature finds rhymes for them in the
recurring measures of the seasons. Winter strips them of their ornaments and gives
them, as it were, in prose translation, and summer reclothes them in all the splendid
phrases of their leafy language.

5. Extract from a letter:

What are these maples and beeches and birches but odes and idyls and madrigals ?
What are these pines and firs and spruces but holy hymns, too solemn for the many-hued
raiment of their gay deciduous neighbors ?

6. Extract from a letter:

The trees may outlive the memory of more than one of those in whose honor they
were planted. But if it is something to make two blades of grass grow where only one
was growing, it is much more to have been the occasion of the planting of an oak which
shall defy twenty scores of winters, or of an elm which shall canopy with its green
cloud of foliage half as many generations of mortal immortalities.

7. From “ Spring has Come:”

The willow’s whistling lashes, wrung The elms have robed their slender spray
By the wild winds of gusty March, With full-blown flower and embryo leaf;
With sallow leaflets nina strung, Wide o’er the clasping arch of day
Are swayed by the tufted larch: Soars like a cloud their hoary chief.
8. From “ After a Lecture on Wordsworth: ”
Beauty runs virgin in the woods Her every finger’s every joint
Robed in her rustic green, Ringed with some golden line,
And oft a longing thought intrudes, Poet whom Nature did anoint !
Asif we might have seen Had our wild home been thine.
9. From the same:
Take what she gives, her pine’s tall stem, Look on the forests’ ancient kings,
Her elm with | hanging spray ; The hemlock’s towering pride:
She wears her mountain diadem Yon trunk had thrice a hundred rings,
Stillin her own proud way. And fell before it died.

9, From *“ Talks on Trees” in “ Autocrat of the Breakfast Table :” “‘ I shall speak of

trees as we know them,” etc. See Index, ‘‘ Talks on Trees.”

THE WHITE BIRCH, DEDICATED TO JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
By Second Intermediate Department.
GEMS FROM LOWELL:

1. From “To a Pine Tree:” ‘‘ Spite of winter,” etc. See Index.
2. From “The Birch Tree.” First two stanzas. See Index.
3. From “ An Indian Summer Reverie:”

The birch, most shy and ladylike of trees, The swamp-oak, with his royal purples on,
Her porety: as best she may, retrieves, Glares red as blood across the eke sun,
And hints at her foregone ge As one who proudlier to a falling fortune cleaves.

ntilities,
With some saved relics of her wealth of leaves;

4. From the same:

The red-oak softer-grained, yields all for lost, The chestnuts, lavish of their long-hid gold,
And, with his crumpled foliage stiff and dry, To the faint summer, beggared fae ar old,
After the first betrayal of the frost, Pour back the sunshine hoarded ‘neath her favoring
Rebuffs the kiss of the relenting sky; eye.
_ 5. Extract:
A little of thy steadfastness, And I yield gently to and fro,
Rounded with leafy gracefulness, While my stout-hearted trunk below,

Old oak, give me — And firm-set roots unshaken b
That the calves blast may round me blow. xy

376 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

Specimen Programs. — Port Henry, N. ¥.—Continued.
6. From “A Mood:”

Pine in the distance, patient through sun or rain, To me ’tis not cheer thou art singing:
Meeting with graceful persistence, . There’s a sound of the sea,
With yielding but rooted resistance. O mournful tree,
The north wind’s wrench and strain, In thy boughs forever clinging,
No memory of past existence, And the far-off roar
Brings thee pain. ‘ Of waves on the shore
* * - * A shattered vessel flinging.

7. From *“The Oak.” First Stanza. See Index.

8. From *“ Under the Willows:” ‘I care not how men trace their ancestry,” etc.,
four lines, and ‘‘I have many a life-long leafy friend,” etc., six lines. See Index.

9. From the same: ‘In June’tis good to lie beneath a tree,” etc., seven lines. See Index.

10. From *“ Under the Old Elm:” ‘‘ Of our swift passage,” etc., seven lines. See Index.

THE BASSWOOD, DEDICATED TO THE CARY SISTERS.

By First Intermediate Department.

GEMS FROM ALICE AND PHOEBE CARY:
1. From “A Lesson:”

One autumn time I went into the woods Saying, in these, if there a lesson be,
hen Nature grieves, I'll spy it out.
And wails the drying up of the bright floods And presently the teaching that was meant
Of summer leaves. I thought 1 saw, —
Then sitting down beneath a naked tree, That I, in trial, should patiently consent
I looked about, — To God's great law.

2. From the same:

Woodland, green and gay with dew, Thickets full of bees and burs,
Here, to-day, I pledge anew You were then my school-masters,
All the love I gave to you Teaching me as best you could,
When my heart was young and glad. How the evil by the good —
Beeches gray, and solemn firs, Thorns by flowers must be construed.
3. From “ The Felled Tree:”
I slipped my roots round the stony soil And lambs, in white rows on the grass,
ike rings on the hand of a bride, Lay down within my shade ; ;
And my boughs took hold of the summer’s smile So I knew, all homely as I was,
And grew out green and wide. For a good use I was made.

4. From “Old Pictures :” .

I see far off the woods whose screen In spring a blush with blossoms sweet ;
Bounded the little world we knew, Or, bending with the autumn breeze,
I see the comely apple-trees, Shake down the ripe fruits at our feet.

5. From “ Mourning in the Mountains: ”

And now from every sheltering shrub and vine,
And thicket wild with many a tangled spray,
And from the birch and elm and rough-browed pine,

The birds begin to serenade the day.

6. From “ The Barefoot Boy:”

I touch the spring-time’s tender grass, I see the ripened autumn nuts,
find the daisy buds; Like thick hail strew the earth ;

I feel the shadows deep and cool, I catch the fall of the winter snow,

In the heart of the summer woods; And the glow of the cheerful hearth.

7. From “Faded Leaves :”

The hills are bright with maples yet ; The clouds in bars of rusty red

But down the level land Along the hill-tops glow,
The beech leaves rustle in the wind And in the still, sharp air, the frost

As dry and brown as sand. Is like a dream of snow.

8. From “ A Dream of Home:”

O woods, with starlight shining through !
My heart to-night is back with you!

I know each beech and maple tree,

Each climbing brier and shrub I see,—
Like friends they stand to welcome me.

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Specimen Programs.— Port Henry, N. ¥.—Continued,
9- From “ Our Homestead: ”

Our old brown homestead reared its walls In the lonesome nights, and heard the limbs
From the wayside dust aloof, As they creaked against the pane:
the could almost cast And those orchard trees, oh, those orchard trees!
Their fruit upon its roof; I’ve seen my little brothers rocked
And the ch erry-tree so near it grew In their tops by the summer breeze.
That aan awake I've lain

10. From “ Field Preaching: ”
I have oe out in field and wood,
to praises sweet and counsel good.
Such as a little child had understood,
That, in its tender youth,
Discerns the simple eloquence of truth.
THE OAE, DEDICATED TO WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
By Second Grammar Department.
GEMS FROM BRYANT:

1, From *“ Forest Hymn:” ‘The groves were God’s firsttemples,” eight lines. See
Index.

2. From the same: ‘Father, thou hast not left thyself without a witness,” etc., ten lines.

3. From *“Among the Trees:” ‘‘The wind of May is sweet,” etc., six lines. See
Index.

4- From the same: “Trees of the forest, and the open plain,” etc., ten lines.
5. From the same: ‘‘ Nay, doubt not,” etc., seven lines.
6. From *“ An Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood.” First nine lines. See Index.

7. From **The Antiquity of Freedom:” “Here are old trees,” etc., twelve lines.
See Index.

8. From * “ The Planting of the Apple Tree.” First stanza. See Index.

9. From “Sapa

Pantset Lette way The leaves are swept from the branches
are wong : But the living buds are there,
aire te ie grassy hillocks With folded flower and foliage,
ith purple and i gold and red, To sprout in a kinder air.

10. From “ Autumn Woods:”

O Autumn! why so soon Ah! ’twere a lot too blest
Teer the hues that make thy forests glad, Forever in thy colored shades to stray ;
‘entle wind and thy fair sunny noon, Amid the kisses of the soft south-west
req leave thee wild and sad! To rove and dream for aye.

THE RED MAPLE, DEDICATED TO HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.
By First Grammar Department.
GEMS FROM LONGFELLOW -
1. From *“ The Hemlock Tree.” See Index.
2. From * “The Masque of Pandora:”

Guarding the mountains around Filled with the breath of freedom
Majestic the forests are standing, Each bosom subsiding, expanding,
are their crested helms, Now like the ocean sinks,
is th their armor of leaves; Now like the ocean upheaves.
3. From *“Evangeline.” Introduction. See Index.
4. From *“ The Spirit of Poetry :”
‘There is a quiet spirit in these woods. The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way,
" E ad x = Groves, ‘thier Wiss saehid S06 the sky looks i in,
Hence gifted bards. The distant lake, fountains, and mighty trees,
Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades.
For then there was an eloquent voice in all In many ratact syllable, repeating

‘The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, Their old poetic legends to the wind.

378 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

Specimen Programs. — Port Henry, N. W. —Continued.
5. From “ Woods in Winter:”

O’er the bare upland, and away Where, twisted round the barren oak,
Through the long reach of desert woods, _The summer vine in beauty clung,

The embracing sunbeams chastely play, And summer winds the stiliness broke,
And gladden these deep solitudes, The crystal icicle is hung.

6. From “To the Driving Cloud:”

Back, then, back to thy woods! ‘%
There as a monarch thou reignest. In autumn the leaves of the maple .
Pave the floors of thy ag oe God with gold, and in summer

Pine trees waft through its chambers the odorous breath of their branches.

From “A day of Sunshine:”

I hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies ;

I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.

7. From “ Autumn: ”

With what a glory comes and goes the year! Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Within.the solemn woods of ash deep crimsonea,.
Its mellow richness on the clustered trees, And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved,
And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Where autumn, like a faint old man, sits down
Pouring new glory on the autumn woods. By the way side a-weary.

The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,
8. From *“ An April Day.” Third, fourth and fifth stanzas. See Index.
9. From * “Sunrise on the Hills.” Last stanza. See Index.

10. From * “ Voices of the Night.” First two stanzas. See Index,

THE IRONWOOD, DEDICATED TO RALPH WALDO EMERSON.
By the High School.

GEMS FROM EMERSON :
1. From “ Nature:”

At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city
estimates of great and small, wise and foolish. The knapsack of custom falls off his
back with the first step he takes into these precincts. The tempered light of the woods
is like a perpetual morning, and is stimulating and heroic. The stems of pines, hem-
locks and oaks almost gleam like iron on the excited eye. The incommunicable trees
begin to persuade us to live with them and quit our life of solemn trifles.

2. From “The Adirondacks:”

The wood was sovran with centennial trees,— Five-leaved, three-leaved and two-leaved, grew
Oak, cedar, maple, poplar, beech and fir, thereby. _ ees

Linden and spruce. In strict society Our patron pine was fifteen feet in girth,

Three conifers, white, pitch and Norway pines, The maple eight, beneath its shapely tower.

3. From “Farming:”

Set out a pine-tree, and it dies in the first year, orlivesa poor spindle. But nature drops
a pine cone in Mariposa, and it lives fifteen centuries, grows three or four hundred feet
high, and thirty in diameter,— grows in a grove of giants, like a colonnade of Thebes,
Ask the tree how it was done. It did not grow on a ridge, but in a basin, where it found
deep soil, cold enough and dry enough for the pine; defending itself from the sun by
growing in groves, and from the wind by the walls of the mountain. The roots that
shot deepest, and the stems of happiest exposure, drew the nourishment from the rest,
until the less thrifty perished.

4. The influence of forests on the healthfulness of the atmosphere demands thoughtful
attention. Plants imbibe from the air carbonic acid, and other gaseous and volatile pro-
ducts, exhaled by animals or developed by the natural phenomena of decomposition.
These the trees, more than the smaller plants, absorb, and instead of them pour into the
atmosphere pure oxygen, essential to the life of animals. The carbon, the very substance
of wood, ‘is taken from the carbonic acid thus absorbed.

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Specimen Programs.—Port Henry, N. ¥.—Continued.
5. From “ The Earth” (Nature):

See yonder leafless trees against the sky, Limbs into branches, branches into twigs,
How they diffuse themselves into the air, As if they loved the element, and hasted
And, ever subdividing, separate To dissipate their being into it.
6. From “My Garden:”
If I could put my woods in song, And rank the savage maples grow
And tell 1 what ’s there enjoyed, From m4 ipty Bo faint flush to Autumn red.
All men would to my garden throng, My garden is a forest ledge, ©
And leave the cities void. + saci pa aa poet ; os
In my plot no tulips blow — e ban! ope down to the blue lake-edge,
Sone tower pines and oaks instead; Then plunge to depths profound.

7. From “The Method of Nature:”

There is no revolt in all the kingdoms from the common weal ; no detachment of an
individual. Every leaf is an exponent of the world. When we behold the landscape in
a poetic spirit, we do not reckon individuals. Nature knows neither palm, nor oak, but
only vegetable life, which sprouts into forests, and festoons the globe with a garland of
grasses and vines.

8. From “Wood Notes:”

He heard, when in the grove, at intervals, : Low lies_the plant to whose creation went
With sudden roar the aged pine tree fall,— _ _~» Sweet influence from every element;
One crash, the death-hymn of the perfect tree, ~ Whose living towers the years conspired to build,
Declares the close of its green century. Whose giddy top the morning loved to gild.
9. From “Wood Notes:”

The Pine tree : ‘ My relenting bouzhs among,

Old as Jove, : Ere Adam wived,

Old as love, . ; Ere Adam lived,

Who of me : <0 Ere the duck dived,

Tells the pedigree? sm, Ere the bees hived,

Only the mountains oid, Se +. ~— Ere thelion roared,

Only the waters cold, Hong Ere the le soared,

Only moon and star, fo. - Light and heat, land and sea,

My coevals are. Spake unto the oldest tree.

Ere the first fowl sung, ;

10. From “Nature:”

In the woods a man casts off his years, and at what period soever of life, is always a
child. In the woods is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum
and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should
tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reasonand faith. There I
feel that nothing can befall me in life—no disgrace, no calamity, which nature cannot

repair.

THE DAISY.
2 a pretty little thing, Little lady, when you pass
; | Always coming with the spring; Lightly o’er the tender grass,
In the meadows green I’m found, Skip about, but do not tread
Peeping just above the ground; On my meek and lowly head;
And my stalk is covered flat For I always seem to say,
With a white and yellow hat. ** Surely winter ’s gone away.”

My fugitive years are all hasting away,
And I must ere long be as lowly as they;
With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head,

Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
CowPeEr.

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‘ALNGINL AVG AOdAV

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 38

HYMN OF PRAISE.

} = =? eet = 1 ]
—— — 4

foes Se Ee Se ee et Se coe
ae | T La r T

Ld. With all my powers of heart and tongue, I'll praise my
2. Til sing thy truth and mer-cy, Lord! Yl sing the

Ma - ker in my song; An- gelsshall hear the note [I
won- ders of thy word; Not all thy works and names be -

Paral a Jj if SS i SB j
Ex) | ‘ A ce | a | ai SS Say i] J
TT Se ama i i SE ey, | a8 oe 2 _j ]
se a oe Se | ent a oy

— —

oer | za a ee
1 Bai

the song, and e@ praise.

low So . much thy power and glo - ry show.
i == ] A
wa i “Hi
> oe ee Sines see Or
= =

1. Bluebird, joy - ous blue - bird, Car- ol -ing so clear!
2. Blue-bird, love - ly blue - bird, Did you long for home,

ce

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re] t \_ Sa | Po cag! j , ae =m : ee | |
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Copyright, 1838. P

388 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

BLUE BIRD -— Continued.
o+# h oS oy ny i i FR ee ‘ .

“Ss, 2 2 2 5 i 2 rd e ° ? o. s J]
be ae Sia eS ns vies cee
Tell me where you’ve wandered, All the win-ter drear.
When your flight grew wea - ry, Ov - er mount and foam?
ai an aaaE | 4 J
a
oo a EK a a 2 ‘3 ed oe = = cd
o_# » NK] S
——s ES Sox! GPE aa a | (RT ATE | @ =|
ev r $$ ‘A a r t - ere ss ; T
ae wee ey es ee 7
“Un - der skies the fair - est, ’Mid sweet bloom the rar - est,

“Oft I sang with sad - ness Of the nest where glad -ness

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¢ 7 ee ere
| ee, eh ) BECH i ) | ‘DE Fi Sa Lai H =
Ct 8 BE ee ee ee
a
i ee ee ee a |
ae eee 3 f Pan a OR a
Flash’d my wing, Till the spring Soft-ly called me here.”
Fill’d mysong All day long! Fond-ly back. I roam.”
+ '
=e ee Se
oo i r e C a o = = a
3 Blue-bird, gentle blue-bird, «“ Ah, the Master serving,
Feared you any ill, With a trust unswerving !
Though the nightfall met you, Where he led, on I sped,
Glooming vale and hill? For he careth still.”

From ‘ The Coda,” No. 118, by Ginn & Co., Boston. 16 pages; price, 3cents. By permission.
Copyright, 1888,

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 389

IF EVER I SEE.

Cu1LtpHoop Sons.

7 i
2 a. ae | see, On bush or tree, Young birds i pret - ty nest,
2. My moth-er, I know, Would sor - row so, Should ,.I be sto - lena - way:
3. And whentheycan fiy, Inthebrightblue sky They'll war-ble a song to me;
= - = p es ae = Ss < ss 2s 2» 2 | | -p-
oe }o—oe—te i a ee ce et
— ras = a Fi t i im FT : i
; Si, Se i iA i ii i |sa “! it i | oe
sans a
a = Lesaadl >
fees rt See EB
Cf ~— = . =~ =

I must not, in my play,Steal the birds a - way, To grieve their moth-er’s breast.
So I'll speakto the birdsIn my soft-est words, Nor hurt them in my play.
And then if I’m sad,It willmakemeso glad, To think they are hap-py and free.

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From “ Franklin Square Song Collection. No. 4.” By Courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Brothers.

2 82 ea &
Pl

A SPRING SONG.

ENGLISH.
Allegretto. wipes :
ee a — | — a
| fam ~ ~ + ” = 7
4 vA Ls wo
ee

1.The Win -ter’s gone, come
2.°Tis sweet to see. the

oe Sas Se oot a
oo ae ty

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hail the Spring, With its at- tend - ing joy, Sweet
land-scape dress’d In gay, be - com - ing green, The
al
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Pa TY ws id

gt Sa ae ‘
2 a a + Seen cee

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fees te TF

From “The Coda, No. 82, Ginn & Co., Boston. 4 pages; price rcent. By permission. Copyright, 1887,

390 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

A SPRING SONG — Continued.

ee N ete sis oe
(oe —» —?—p ae ry

—
nat - ure ver - dure now will bring, And with the trees will

fields by boun - ty so ca-ress’d, One glo-= ries’ in the
a
a i) “ae ale ~ a | » 1 | N
YU Ly 1\ ia | =>) af " a
¢ a oe i wae j
o— — a, a a
“$$ 3 euiks 2 e
SBE ola | t siatiop
p Sopr. | \ |
wae aN ] ee N og a
@- , BE, Ei H Es H H =
A__V¢6 o —o
ALT ew I? ier:
7 Alto. | i
toy. The Win- ter’s gone, come hail the Spring, With
scene. . Tis sweet to see the land - scape dress’d In
coos = > Tenor an octave lower.
| pa l IN N l N eT
m ( ES ONL, Saal] ie Sl. fe | BS | {
¢ ~__|-@ @ o——@ @ @ @ o- o
—a—__g—e—
bie
The Win- ter’s gone, come hail the Spring, With
’Tis sweet to see. the land - scape dress’d, tin
Bass. rare x : =
2 | a sf N\ ae | XN | He) zal HS
: ame EXT SS me rey nese wee SE
12 i oo - «—<@ —
its at - tend ing joy;
gay, be com - ing green s
1 \ 5 4 Ve = h» } ng
ja ee Se
a ee ec ee
its 3 at - tend- ing joy; Sweet nat - ure verd - ure
eT be - com - img green, The fields by boun - ty
7] N XN | BY
r [ORR 3B ( a a AEE AES
| fa i 6. a a a a i i eG SEES ik am
+ & ad 1d o oe ; cd hie a
its at -tend - ing joy. Sweet nat - ure verd - ure
gay, be-com - ing green. The fields by boun - ty

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

39!

A SPRING SONG — Continued.

creés. ; ‘
mo \ ] aN ! oie : A a Come
SoS a a
ad es... oe
cae (a BS oa At

Se ae © 7 o Sie s eee

now will bring, And _ with the trees will toy.

so ca - ress’d, One glo - ries in the scene.
fal
2 a
Z F J - c— i ‘ £ ‘ ial - idl 7 i
t ; ' | ' ay
aan =: o ' 4 ' 4 a<~
now will bring, And _ with the trees. will toy-
so ca - ress’d, One glo - ries in the scene.
= _g —=—=
—V———— — ea
a ~ x Kz 7 ha 2 v7
| a tL ee -& A
i 7
na ae ie the Spring, Come OO Sto ie oF the
> \ = \
| Dae | Oe j
o--—— ~---@ " RATES,
; , sis 's ad ba x = ; =. r :
vo v 9 4
(t & 2) Come hail the Spring, Come hail the
= . > wd
cae Me i Zz
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ave ; t Z , Z
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(t & 2) Come hail the Spring, Come hail the
Hf a 2 be si
= - vs .. 2 = y= tal
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12 aA Z t cad i A ~ Y i Vd
| = <4 La -
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aa a ee \
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Sh Fe vs a Ve ? oe -L —Tt ~~ —
7 + —-s o——_,_—_? 2
: igs 4 + ae ‘ bs [
2 i ee ee” 7 > H y) | Li ¥
{1) Spring. The birds, with new life
(2) Spring. The Spring shall have our
rn OT
SS Se ae et 2
: ea = Tomar Oem 3 f cee
Aas ra Ad 7 id 4
ef < "s s
(1) Spring. The birds, with new life
(2) Spring. be The Spring shall have our
| . ‘.
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i - ~ .. }
i7 fh 1 ig ~ H ‘f Td oe og eo 4
| a a : eo ’ 4 Lai >

392 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

A SPRING SONG — Continued.

— os +—J A
2 SN \ 7 ss

q
Kod 0 —t- So soecr oe =
ger Pas ree eater. a 7
now en- dued, Send up a cho - ral _ strain; With
wor - thy praise, The pet of all the year; We
ails == _| h }
| ; N +—-+ - 4 @ o . + NS
& E 5 o—@e a Bee 6 7 i. a
now en - dued, Send up a cho. — ral strain; With
wor - thy praise, The pet of * all the year; We
— Lae ees ae ae
« o é a bik b ? ed a a7
(8 Ff i Ly : Ss
{
Jyh) oh a Lp
20 o—- ; a+ —_4—
o—_+, 0 —+-9— @
zal irc 7 es pp

grat - i-tude the heart’s im-bued, For gifts from nat - ure’s
hail the ad- vent - song they raise, Re - joice! the Spring is

»

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J

hi x 1 X
ee ee ee ee
ig <1 v) | iP] Te ld anf = | Bertata
rvs T r T v T a =—T r Y
grat - i-tude the heart’s im-bued, For gifts from nat - ure’s
hail the ad - vent - song they raise, Re - joice! the Spring is
"el OT ie ea ny o— | - 2 eee
=e oe e Cd Cd a la EERE i P.
a "A v La ' ai
from
the
Speman <
a Wpras
train, For _ gifts from nat -
here, Re - joice! the Spring
0 ) 0 ——— oT — ‘\ 1]
fe ey at or fe os it
—— — Pa oe ite
train, For _ gifts from nat - ure’s train,
here, Re - joice! the Spring is here,
a. 4t ee. 4
e i a. “2 id in |
See one AE ERE er f : pee ae a
A) ti
> gm new : | mee |

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 393

WELCOME TO THE FOREST.

Allegretto.
ao 4 Le. ail oul —.— L .
[y. 4 (ORE | & 3 aes | a i! i Se a j
== i H eI Lal | H | x ;
eo ri | See rd Cad }
‘ 4 4 |_# z 4 = }
o—# -

@ i _m
Sa ils Salads een ecloal

1. When sum- mer sun op - press - es, And burns with rag - ing
2. To taste the grate-ful shad - ows, Each nod - ding bough doth

7 EY 3 " | <2 : A j
aw 3% = | | aes ak asi | = i = : 7 zi | i |
ca H 1 | BS = H j —s aD | 4 Br aa Saws
= CJ 2 ee Cad ¢& wv — ae | ee = aa J * CJ LA }
ry > + +t
ee | — t
i a 1 Be Le _t j
és oe 4 | & ont | =a
_2 SF Sei ist WT & 7 =
" i” Poe 3 ri & Zz
i in ee]
heat, ' The for - est’s dark re - cess - es Af -
call, Each blos -som on the mead - ows Bids
fal
5 ———o — + —T, + =
—— ~ : Se ] H ! ; ADRES ; —
sa | mJ i a z = ae e é
es
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5 « [a
rvs se 2 5 = t ———— t a oe
f | t | sae — | SS ee
ford a cool re - treat, Af - ford a cool re - treat.
wel -come, wel-come ail, Bids wel-come,wel- come all
5—— T 1
— i Sash ee 2 ae a | {—_—)—_ Hf
<a se ~ ae Ta I a3 j T ~ H
[ Ame i 4 + = Tt a
+ rT - + + +

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Copyright, 18383.

WE GREET THEE, MERRY SPRING TIME.

Arr. Geo. F. WILson.

ae es ee
Tay | (a & A 3)
Es es 2 os Be eT aa |
7 pe toy Dil eae

1. We greet thee,mer-ry Spring-time, Whocom’st with footsteps gay,
2. How bright the sun-light,beam-ing,From yon- der sky doth flow,

v1 | 1 + 4 eer es aae 4
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, ~seoelotee Ss —- = —
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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

394
WE GREET THEE MERRY SPRING TIME - Continued.
or oe , ane | ae ESS:
— = — : if = ee (4 -é = _ oe A BY i FEE: |
Sa a= a Sew re ee et ee ae ee
| ;
Laugh-ing, thro’ the mead- ows To deck the Queen of May. Be -
Warmth and glo - ry stream-ing Up-on our world be - low! Its
fal
a } eee ee
at ai | > Sei: il , Ee 2 ae ra re A RG BEETOS ~ PO a |
= a i Fed wes 51 = St) SS : : Tie ELT ial | oS, |
PG DP A REPT By I OE eee Se

ral 4 4 =" } } ] singe) ig ha eae
ye se j ail ei ES i i a eS J = | Pee 4. >
iH J ri 1 Hi | RF Ee | i ri } oer Ld |
Se ae ee a ——
| | 4 | | | ol gee | Sat
rear ;—

neath, the blos-soms spring -ing,Their fra - grant pet - als
wreath of gold-en treas-ure Sets all the world a - glow;—

fal
7 “ I T side i Tae > ?
i] PE | = ai | i iT ws LZ a
est j =e i j 1 | * Gees | H } a | i Rae Lu.
Zz i] ] i i] | _| ve + l é go _ 3. on BG Sher t
nt bate eat } os
¥ s+ FV Oi ~s as
fal i. | >. “ L
Ty t 1 | an) ] 4 2 | 7
i | i i Sa | —| l

es FE | BIS Moa |
CJ j REL S: ied (PS 2 H =a | ;
(Oo ; r ; a a a i
of the year,

Wel-come, mer - ry Spring-time,The glo - ry
On - ly for our pleas - ure, Ten thous-and blos-soms blow,

f
{.
Zs *
Fi
m r) [oY Te ea | iad z ae
{ t H

es

Wel-come mer - ry Spring-time, The glo-ry of the year.
On - ly for our pleas - ure, Ten thous-and blos-soms blow.

fal
y- i ; ae, a | 0
aa SSS oe rt | “H
a! ! AN ST ES ER) DS Fr ESSE ee
an | a Pe v | 8 2 @ “~T — ae
Sb ae Te " aa Same
“Aa sets
wv

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Copyright, 1888, es Aik: Seeme

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 395

WHAT THE LITTLE THINGS SAID.

O. B. Brown.
=
7 x » —! ~ i a ha] jt
ee ee en ee
i no — ae ‘ vi oad = 2a a | & - :
a v) — | 2 eer @ = ef i Z Z Pa i tT
of J ¥ ra t =

1. “I'll. hie medown to yon-der bank,” A- lit - tle rain-drop said, “And
2. “I may not lin-ger,” said the brook,“But rip- ple on my way, And

val A » LN » » A
Pe E a) ~ 4 be] x mR PRE — A ey eee = -
i ~ : Ee le 2 | - a
a =. = Fo SSSR Sh A “2 2. a ) LE i |
bat 4—t s = i neo iL oO Bt 1 AT
Cy A nn

try to cheer thatlone-ly flow’r, And cool its moss-y bed: Per-
help the rills and riv-ers all Tomakethe o-cean spray;” “And

eS
2 : —o¢ al La

haps the breeze will chide me, Be-cause I am _ so small; . But,

I must haste to la - bor,” Re-plied the bus-y -bee, “The

\e

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nm" ~ <a]
_— TY 13

wy

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Z
¥

4

Sum-mer days are long and bright,And God has work for me.”

3.

If little things that God has made
Are useful in their kind,

Oh ! let us learn a simple truth,
And bear it in our mind:

That every child can praise Him,
However weak and small;

Let each with joy remember this,—

$ The Lord has work fer 4/1.

From “ The Coda;” No. 8, Ginn & Co., Boston. 4 pages; price, 2cents. By permission.
Copyrighted, 1887.

396 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

ROAMING.
Allegretto. . ; | hy
> ae i =e mn a
Se ee

1. ait mer - ry mood here roam - ing The dai-sied green up -
2. The brook-let glan - ces coy - ly, As _ light it boundsa -

= aire: Oo MBER

Z+ —F 4
a a a es oe oe rs
e/ + c¢ Cf <S GS — =~ «<¢ =—- =—- —> =>
Vv wr et Zw
1 = T | sat Z + +- ]
SS SS ee eee
—a oo =- —!
| t e | Tig
on, The sum - mer’s.voice sa - lutes - us, And
long ; The birds that flit oa - bove us Speak
ral ;
: % T |
wi k 1 | _] fl j i" + ‘ | SS
IG ai sat ! ba See j =} |
eG Ss o ~~ es + aa > a ~~
1 |__| + {————= 2 +4 _ 4 + 1—-
eee mers Seer ou eer
I | { it Bom th if / i H |
bids us wan - der on, And bids us wan-der_ on.
wel-come in their song, Speak wel-come in their song.
val
mvs lt | ] ay if
H } | i 4 ae
Hes 1 A aH | ry ~ ia]
Se oe
> eet? ; = 1h ee
SOFT AND SWEET THE ZEPHYRS SIGH.
a Leggiero. 4. 4. eee ) él ot } i] } at
ae. i jal j Tt LE? BAP LS 7 * i i eal | ; as S "es RTE!

1. Soft and sweet the zeph- yrs sigh, zeph-yrs sigh, zeph-yrs sigh;
2. Glad I hear the chirp-ingsong, chirp-ing song, chirp-ing song

ral

Ty 4 erm | ] rm eae:
i t PLE Sai ES AREY Ee Soh Poe —

2S
eS SEO ae SY 2 | SEES aS ER tt. 1 u @

we +--+ =

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 397

SOFT AND SWEET THE ZEPHYRS SIGH — Continued.

44

*Neath a calm and pla -cid sky, "Neath a pla-cid sky;
Raised by spring-birds’ hap - py throng,Spring-birds’ hap- py throng ;

“ + p eS | | ae Par ae |
7 eswae 3 Stans Ea oe
io ey ose Bl - a a
vy oF gee oe
2 i ! 6 I ij j ! !
2 a = —— 4 aes
a. di “a.
: i . Sa 7 oe ad = h j
i

i A 2. al
Pies <peeae et
our sen - ses now re- gal - ing, Sweet -est fra -grance
At the ear - ly morn-ing wak- ing, Sweet -est song the

xt = EN |

Fan
25 2 Sas eve a |
Sates SEE | i —— : : = Sot at
= % | re BE Se See: pi . Se aee ae
+ + + + + 7

rh ie
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Pe
mv
r
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uy
Tele
THO LL
Lleshend

round ex- hal -ing, All a- long the paths we tread,
birds are wak-ing, First to tell of spring’s bright day,

Ly 4 1 j }
5 j : j Ge | Ae I —F 1
7 = | Cad a Le |

oo
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"Long the paths we tread.
Tell of spring’s bright days.

oe

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

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399

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400

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oro], ‘Sur- pua- un si ‘Surpuayq sio- Jo —{ eavo mMoIy oar out sjivay Ino puy
eroy,y, ‘Suisutads ore sAof ‘Sur-Sui oiv s[jeg ‘ o1vd wor ood} o.1v SJAvoy INO puy
o10,L, ‘SUL - SUIS ore Spiiq ‘Sursurds ow spng ‘ o1vo WoIJ aij OLB SJAvoY INO pay

A A e
Tr are aor yee cA ie roe =e | r) = ET 2
iH —~-9—-*#—__ | —__5_—_4__"__ | 0 4) sO HY ee
tt. +—¥ ee. @ ot @ od N ee | - inane. card Som rm

‘penutju0p — NGUATIHO AHL XOA HOUVN

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 4OI

GAY LITTLE DANDELION.

B. C. UNSELD.
2 ~
1 oe =

T_T oS eae - T
| et Ee. . 8 PERE fe PUN aa | Ln SS
i et oe NT
| id A A A |

3. Bravelit-tle Dan-de-lion, fast fallsthesnow, Bendingthe daf-fo-dills—haughty head low;

| ley ane a ee se oa em we SSS a ea
| List’s to the robin’s note pour’d froma-bove, Wise lit-tle Dan-de-lion cares not for love.
Pa cary

Hi = . a. ,
@ bax a, ee

Wild pinks areslumbering, violets de-lay, True lit-tle Dan-de-lion greet-eth the way.

Copyright, 1890, by Bigelow & Main. Used by permission.
26

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

402

d

"MIOA MON “OO ZW uRBWOXLIg ‘uOostAy Jo AsoyNOD Aq ,,"Yoog SHAOY) pur aays) aAtssoidoig ,, Wo1
“weep f

y

& SS er
Se ae ae ae

Sav Same

© JOoT «= ZOp NOY} AIIM YeYA “Avoy Sulmanu GO “AvoFT Zop Noy} FTAA yeyM ‘grey Sul wan

noy} OQ :sslis pue
04} eag ‘woo]s 444

qavoy Au ucy} so - o1of-o1 Moxy ‘sSuIs pus yavoy Aut ueyy so - oof
wo ue- ae - @ Gavoy GO “4aAvoFT ; woos AY, Worf Uo-yRA-B “IvOy

—$—* et 2-*e:- 2
—— eo ee
d “wap
Us ——_
—4— 4-—_|_-4 f SS ee ——)
—o—__o—_o—-—____|— Se Oe Oe a
t et at C (_@—.-@
“oe
© “AvoyT ‘otoy oul syoRty - JB dOAOCT ‘WIROL OU spr Sul-Suoy fysnoiyy ye ofl

-al MOY ‘oles - ul

- qqsta oy} SSUIS 2BA Jop - UO Ur USA fssuIM = =6yaRy - LYS

O ‘WeoyT “Vystey Urey-uNOWL = 04s UAT “QYSIIq GIB = SOTRA = OY UY AA «= SON -- Tod yooms

fu ——_N

\ amare ss a Sway melee Bi ait :
fees H 1 g 7 A ame bene: Z —
—A— 4 4 oo oe 8-8
—oe #0. a at 2 2 &
Jop-uem Sur-oof - ot py ‘Kay Sut-daem prnodm =f ‘{ Mouy [A Aur varwog *g

ey} «ABM parva - dn
® OBA SJ] - OIA

Jay Usy A, ‘punos-o1 ssuos 00 - yond ‘punoj-oid spoom Ul Usy A “Z
oy} puy ‘ou0d st mous oy} UoyA ‘UO SomUOD Sulads oY} UOT A ‘TL

eS
‘(6IS1) Lay ZNvay

Se ee ee ee ee
Po Ses = ee x fee ae = |
2 ‘ ‘0njgaLbany yj
"T “YW ‘a Aq “AMONVU NNVKUAY wou

‘AWIL ONINdS LSAT

403

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

“gt 9 “OBOMO

‘oury-Sutads way noy} ‘[ny = dop-u0Mm Moy

Se ee ee eee Se)

oO SOUNTY-Fulads ysojq noy} ‘[ny -aop = uo

‘has
ee eta "Vb 9 "9800

wep

im) rE I ROR TEST ES = aa -_|—po—:-~2—_—_2—_ a
SSF eee Sd re eee ee ee ee

‘080.9

fu yp
—————— —4— ait 4 _ git?
2S gS 5 3 SE —— = >

\

‘Oyo JOWT-qus prom oy, ees jA-d09049 oq “anoy GO ‘oor, jourry-Surads qsoiq

‘Oyo OUIE-qns prom noyy QQ ‘ha

tou 08 pom noyy GQ joury-Turads ysopq

MOY GO JOUI[-Gns Pom oy} 998 “HUy-woo[q Os pPLOM oY} oog joulty-Tulads 4so[q

—$— —— a a
SS ae

yr

ft | ‘080.40

ae eee
hoy} ‘(nj - dap - uom MOY OC ‘OU[-qus pom oyy vas ‘K-04 08
now, [ny = aep - uo MOY oO ‘OUl[-qns pLom noyy oO ‘Ad = OWL O8 — PpdOA

noy} [ny - sop - UOM MOY GQ ‘oUrT-qns

~ pom ey, 908) “Buy-Moojq 08 — ppaoa

‘y10X MON "OD FY uvwoyxvig ‘wostAy Jo Asajinoo Ag _ ,,"Yoog sns0oyd pus sad PAIssoIsOIg ,, WOT

oy} omlo0d - JOM pynod JT Ys "Ty 2pryo oT fq peyontd = sa. - MOE - POO

YUM pops-Snysqrvoy Au - 4 Aut Moy sey Oy} oO} «(ATT «TTA geyysqyeds

pao - Aod - pnq ot} uo youd nox :ourm Suos - yt - ads yuenb -o - fo
— = -9- | A

—$—6
Se
Co

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Sed oe oe ae <n :

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

404

_—
oy} OF MOIG OY} AOFSOUTMZ OUIRT JEI- net oy? St YM “"'*"; GO + PYM sv puB YsorT
w Sunt ‘pjoo pus Sur - Areys Ye UT - qor oyy «= JO JUV] oy} = puy ,,"4S¥F A - Ja UMOP
eulyy puy ‘parq ou - uoq “Burm AY} se 4YSTT se otoM JAvoy AUT plnoM : oUTY SB SO - te
e e 2. . vo hy - ?
ee 1 -*_« 3 .« « @ ——
SS ee eee vote 9
ae t N a .
AA 4-4 . @
—s—_o— se cl | — : + os
a —— eke
se stM ures AU puy ‘Mou oul ~ 07 4s,SuUIS nOy} se Udsy}oey3 OF Suns oS ie
Sul - woo Aous,, oy} JO plod 9eyy pet - [eq oy} ‘pooy- prryo Aut ur “pavoy ****T
A Jor - BO B@ YA ‘pllq ou - uog ‘sulids oy} oUlod- JOM pjnod fT Ysa **"'T ‘T
rt
per * ee a o5 + -@ et. eed
f ~ nit. Ei > tal } O 2 ° |
w # : —— ae pote Se ee S Sai wv w- =e
eae Meas “opvlopopy
‘UHAOTH °S "9009 VZI'1G,
‘NIDOY AHL

nl Sis Ss SO Steal eater
SSS Se

ojo **] UL = God qoomg = our Suos - 41 - ards
‘oy "TUL = Gol goomg =*yywop ut [ - oUuoy
“TUL = Gol JooMs “OOMG ‘“"*] UL = Gol qooMs ***] UL = Got qoomg ‘ouds Bur jo — sory

a

405

LL

-“_“, -
we. Paes a 7 as > ae
eee] = 2S
— Sy. = HONE a } aa
nj aay "
Ss a eo a — 9 Fal =
= : ae)
x
AS quanb- 0 = oa ouryy puy ‘paq orm - uoq ‘Sura Ayy sv aqaty sk OOM oY
ue | souo OT} = FIT ON} 10, BOATOT uot = £ + Mop oy} Bur - proads oo Jo pavoy
= | ony v ~ Bur- [29 «‘paq om - uoq ‘Um - B p - IVA puR Joy - Quyo
8 _@ -<4 mi. e eo 05 eee
oe ——_ =—€q — — f=
PS aes —— w - ea i 7 ie ie | ~ SAS“ S FS eS
8 a) aa C N N ' — ——_! 2: e, '
N
odo, vo ob ¥ ————= “Wt : s _ A
" = ne 4 ra] - —} rl — Fr 1 |
E=2= ie | Pat tect ee wy ne aw = _—

Lut pyno ay * “*s our su sno - fof sv Ol = %O e UIA ‘palq 9 oru - uog ‘Surads
T wey * me fu puw soko fut ur - Ty ydey = yey, SOAvO [NF - AOL ~ los

nok puy - OL OF ooUvYO JT OLOYM Jany OF 19,0 ‘patq orm = uog ‘fvads
s = SS SS SS nome —
—— a w t
; | .) ‘

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

406

"HIOX MON “OD 2 uveuroyxEg ‘uorstay yo Asoqinoo Ag _,,"YoOg sh1ioyD pue sop) dAlssoi1doig,, WoIy

‘ajo ‘pue
“0490. ‘puv
*Oy9 “19Y ahs a as ——
= ar = ny
+ + - c = TBE ae a oe
ecele se Se ee
— a a a
nae 3 dd
i Sak Betas hae ol So jsurejd guep - Joa pue Qystiq sko— - - + [BA O1YT, O8 PaRA - UO
See ris “"; pour que, - Is pue yup oyy siete s occur - YAK daoys [peys orour
eo ey i keMS eT} a ues roy ules - @ <*******souIns - oy ‘uITeq jo yyRoIq
re ie ena =
oo oe fa = =a — a eee
a ey oe oo
a jo { “ dd i ~ oh. L yo UY
mae —— e

=a coal
£) a4 soe ss ——e Sa Cae ae ae ——
Soe mae Meee sae eee at oe =}. oi ee =
sip ad oo sso ool 2
‘Sut - Suis ‘Sur-urys puy jsureyd yuep -d9aA puv ‘4q4S14q sho] - [BA OIYT, OF pavm- uo “Sul - Sus

OU SMOG SUI-]IWS Oy, jP[OW Jue, - Is puv -yaRp oy} — UL- YITAM dees [[eys oIOUL OU SI,NO
Wyn ‘usoub £- dey oy, jABAS oT} - ued a ules - 8 somns - oy ‘WRG Jo me ae ‘uaen

eee ae . : ;
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— perenne oe ¢ i!
—_ ~ ash” heen! X ae
oY heme a o
= =z ————
west a 3 eee: a Se ee eee ee eens
—— se a ee a rs ee
-@-

‘Zur-urlys puy ‘{sureyofo - [ Toy} Woy Ud-yoIq ATT S[[l SULI,WINU pus suTvedys ATA -[IS OWT, ‘§
Sur - [rus ey, jpfoj-ue yava oy} sume Sur- aol AeF{ {Yonoy of - Svur Ay suMO OM} - BU T[V
& - arey jABM Sur-urys soy uo-dnowioo svyy ‘urvo Jo skup yya‘Surads ouoopoa o"uL .

SS = frie Bened = zs 555 1O

{

conoubonyy
*(LP8I—608T) NHOsSTIANATY *VALV'] “2 “OL
‘ONINdS ANODTAM AHL

‘IO X MON "OD WZ UvMoXv[g ‘UOSslAT Jo AsoziNOD AY ,,"HOO snsoyO pur o9]4 oAtssoadosg ,, wor]

407

ak aaa
4 _ | Ai.
f= a o = a =a]
(ae. je. @.
== 5
sere Se = =
err seen er rN RT xt
ooo eneeccereeeeeees | our 07 rvap Moy suLieyo AWL £ prrar
- - quysron roy} - Bq O ‘10t} cS | O ‘Qusru i
T | — t a
: — ee ee
\ = == — ‘ a
:
=
:. = | : =
ee ee "| + ———h
. je of a a
& eR oS m3 ; .
: | | :
: ore ee See 2 i ee =
= === se = “s Vo ae a
, af = L ! ES
—————— << vu
qu0A - > pe our? = * Trey I | 3uuds yoomg
sur - » 109 ou} ysnoayy sn yoo} - Og
Simm { ss + { =~ a ke
oe ———— =e — — = ey
. ‘OTOY HON, “0 ONVUdOg ‘oddowy wou oyoybuvry =~
‘(1P8I—G08T) NNVWHOSUAD “yuom sy wof pobunssiy
| ‘ONIUdS JO LNAACV
“LHDIN DONINOD AHL HONOUMHL SN LIALOUd

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

408

|
a ie) o t =
: j
: e —
o 2.» o- o- Me esa!
== = = SS ee
t —\e eo ES,
¥ ames Re PEC
7 Jos = pu’ ovo TOIT ‘MOL = = * = JOS puv ovo IOI ‘pity
- wmnjs no piens puy ‘loq - - uin[s Ino paens puy ‘Tt ¢ a
a : e- wer 12 a
= ie of os — aa Sle B= + ep
f t Sa a | ap {LL — 4)
_ yy ~~ atl = alee
& a I s =e
: store =) ————_
o
re
3 ee =")
= == = SSS
Se oe Se M
@ @10U 9900 Jooy OTL AS, YEU NOY “PTY —_B xour eou0 Joo} OU S,YeUI nog, tT
_ 41, - Ao Woy 1 ae La eq ‘tt 4a,-.A0 ie sn J0-All- 0g {4 eR

i.
fA £2)

ATA
SE

=

*‘penutju0p — LHDIN ONIWOO GTHL HONOUHL 80 LOALOUd

409

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

ite
r
i
ins
%
te
8
by
%
— ea
mM)

2 - : ah -@- A
a H CEASE INE OF iT e- 22 —-
5 ‘guLeyo Ay L “eee eee seseees | our 0} ivop
Go. = Bq rs) {f= ~ = qusjur sou - wg «y
Pn ————
= @ Ca Cy : ra
; i a — en | :
~ : L | = { | — x
oll 4S, yuu Noy, ‘prryo 8 o1o0ut ou Joos OUR 49, HUNT NOY ttt ttle j our
10 - ATL" 0 ‘tt Aa, Ao wo0dy sn d= ATL-9q Dees - 4ydror

fA

a ee SS
| 5 °
—_—_——

: eo
{—— at = @ 2s
-@-

0 @ 02. 9? e*
oe Pe oe eerie

MOT suueyo Ay, ‘put yueA - pe oUlyy * prey I MOL
ee ee oO Cer rene rth . = gyda toy} & By oO “104
ee ms a~ a
—__—~—-_— 5s |—_ 2 —_ 2) — o =
i" r t oe +t —— I os os a SS
Bf | re ¥ + bh
d ‘oury uy
MOT stareyo «= ATT, ‘pirat quoA = Ope OOUTq * “TIey I ‘suds yoomg
O ‘oq - ty O ys Sut - woo oy} Ysnory, sn qo} - O1g
on A | 4 . rl Mi A n
| 2 ba im ciel z L | i
: = ee ee
ae | ‘s010p “ONVUAOY

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

410

Aoy sttseto ATI, = MOY sttiretpo ATT,
iy}-BqT O “an Tm 10q3-8y O
} 4
as 4 A—ZzA i as i i t |
; pee ee ~ =e Sa Ss ert oem =< ey ee ee

0} rvop Mog suueyqo AJ, ‘par quod pe our} [mq yz ‘sands yang
ioq} - Bq 9) Iyreq O ‘qusru A T1009 9t]} sii sn 499} - Og wa
3 1 } eo eS ESSE TE ¢ SEY eo

a = goo Se ——— os —— = =
cafe i a”
ee > Pome c = bas
—s © — 2 t i" Sa eR 4 4 \ eas Sa Ss @
San soeone : ceoneanctet Hae seseni =r i ems — } _ rey A 8 “4
Aoy ‘Ivap MOT SsulIeT 4 ‘suey AUL ‘pl aueA - pe oulg? Tieq J ‘Ssutds yoomg
‘£ - qystur s0oyy-ey 0 ‘10q}- vd 0 i ice Sut - woo out qysno1y} sn ‘pet - 01g

onal ——— ral

fr ee See ee

T J o- C2] —=—I a C24
= SS | {2} | all 4 j | ee | 22>. ae 2 u
a“ a jee | ey | Sey ES it ( Tat if aes
j alert - = if Oe L t a F wee
e- -o- o- -o- -o- -@-
o- -o- Sa FF. +f. — 2 -»- e-
of eo — oo 8 tS, + -g.t- + -@- 6g:
—§—'-s 4 3-67 a a
ot i 4 -} H t H i t i 2 Se SS ak | t = = —f PAY) |
+ : ee | —t o.s
jour =O} Ivap Mom **""* suey ATI, | ou 04 Ivop MOY ‘Ivop MOU
ph OS at ey Ss ae hy 3 eos SOO 10q} - BT O
a aE YA eo = t &.
Sa eo
35. SE) Be OSI ta & Sms ea ewe Ars C a t as) ae
sr } { ae L | aaa 25 +}
‘01g =MOI - JOS puvorIvoWoIg ‘Mor -. - JOS puvoIBd WIOIY ‘PITyo GoIOW eoUO ooJ

“10q, + .- - -winys ino pend puy ‘10q

uin[s duo piend puy ‘[[t Ar- Ao Woy sn

: fe
— = SS 2 =?

‘ponunu0p — LHDIN DNIWOO GTHL HONOUHL SN LOALOUd

4II

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

os si. mop fy3 ‘80 + zoarq Auryuq ATL,

YU =O ‘10T} By ‘SN 400}-01g

Fo RD TET: ADS Ra a = 4a |
— em) Ras Sal Oa OA oe zs = ae Sion Rae
-o—a— 6 tt -—— foe —o = S— 3
“oopop
‘OO1J MOL - 1OS puv O1vO WHOL ‘OTT MOT - IOS pUT OIRO TOI ‘pTTTO
‘oq - wis ino pawns puy ‘1oq - umMys no prend puy {TI sl
5 = a E 2
eer | E
a oii
—= + a a
‘QO1J MOI - 1OS PUL OIVO WHOL ‘COTE MOI - IOS PUY OTVO TOIT ‘pTTyO
‘Ioq - wmHysano prvend puy “1oq - wHys dno pavns puy ‘TIT
| eache p eee a M3
ce 7" = os aan —— — =
= {se} oo] po ele aft
A ~— i.
| avop Moy =o suey = AL, jour 04 Inep
j says = oy. =) UG rs) [4.--*- + SA

Pee ee ee ee |
@ oe eo '

@ OLOUL 90ND JoOF OU |S UTI NOY, ‘PTO wv etout ooUO [oOoJ oUt 4s,3[eUT NOT,
Ai,- AO WOlY sn dd ~ ATL“ 0G ‘tt 4a,-Ao woly sn do-Atf-oq .jf--

A A é - 4. a waif } :
: er pea eas oe —— h-4\— az
~ =-, — —_;-- —2- ae Se be Y et
a : = nM e ran d
pn A a4 ee
NNN bt. ——— —-t - — 4
% OAOUL OOUO «OOF AUIS YUU LOY," “wop MOT suey AL, ‘our
Ai,-A0 WOIZ «BQ dO ~ ATL - Op ‘AGUS =toyp = rs) j4
: = ESE FZ
4 a See —
ra Pian : _ segs ty oes

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

412

= ae ie a ;
eek nai We Ss = IS fF) Lp. A. fe. Gp. : Tek ys
eo ae ao —@ = ak Li | A = | =i —-44—y-— — F—
td oo oe, ©& _—@-—oe-—_o-— 7 =. os - a + eo :
= =a 9
eur oyu puy‘seucos Addey‘yooms‘sousos Addvyooms o10jsoxy j UTVI Jor e[F s,Ut-qor OL, j 990u
Jo-All-ap ‘en da-asy-og {4 - WS soyy-By O {A - WSU Jy-VT O j4 (p
—————— ee ee
=e —2—2 ‘ Re ——— =

——

=o

o—0—0— "9 009 gs
je

Vv

~~

+

our oysu puy‘seusos Addvyyooms‘soueos Addvy‘Jooas o10jsaxy | ULBIJol PLS 8,Ul-qor oyL‘UTeIj-o1 preps
Jo-Al[-op ‘sn do-a-og {4 - WySTu soyy-Bq O iA - qysta r0yy-Bq oO jA - Wy sTUL

=
——

t

LI

GEARS j Avs os simaog Aq} ‘ke3 pues Irey
ij - qs = doy = BT re) jA + yysyur
foose = = Aa ASA A—<4
= C2. H 4. 4 i. if 1
== SS +4
: a ogee aa : : "3 So —
MOL - - eur 4Jos s,yrv] oy, ‘AVF puv avez os s1,mog {yp ‘se - zoeorq Auayeq AQL

- ays s0yp-eq oO iA - WSIM J0yI-B_ OC ‘ION? - BA ‘SN yoo} old

. SE EE LV ow ER ake ee Si
— es ee ~~ #012 5)
i se ee eee es = ne ra ay
— = = Uv
“ajop

eo 4

oo -—.—_ ~ =< a
te ‘ = = ap

8,UIqor ayy ‘e100 MOT[OUL ‘JJos 8,yIv] o,‘AvF pus aTvey os si,mog Ly} ‘sa - zaorq. Atapeq AY,
10y-Bq O “1oyY - Bq ‘sn yoyorg]; A - yas Joy-ByY CO ‘IYI - Bg ‘SN popolg

Pe Sp AA 4 a. re <¥

_ _ r my

aS os a Ss

: i = ca eetnn a =~ ee
be

‘penunu0pO— LHDIN DNIWNOO AHL HONOUHL §N LOALOUd

+

413

; rat —
A ol wears Sane aay Gos rove oem at Gf toe Pete S59

St

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

_ t t | Berea ary mrsrs ei me c
b = | b b f b
a @! oT Cmieeey pry + @ sum yf ‘ues - wv pryo tv sua J YStAa
. - wns imo pawns puy ‘oq = Wns «uO prend pus ‘sn.
Se
Ht Se a eee amen Sy att * ee ee ep
F 5 Wir
— d

——e
mms
a eee ¢ @ s. a

EF eee et a
SS ee
; oi Fe
ag ly Baers pIyo @OBUANCO, ‘nes - uv pry @ sum yf Ysa
- = wns amo paend puy ‘oq = wns anoprend pay - ‘sn

ee,

r | A

= Te a ‘ad a. i

Anat > fox! a

ae ore Sama eure cares ema ie alae a = —_
(Mg L t L |
i. | f

if
t

414 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

BEAUTIFUL SPRING TIME.

Verp

a as 3, ES = co
in| ai be :
; e = oe -o-

Expression. ¥
1..Beau- ti - ful Spring-time! bright,blooming ro - ses, When hope with pleas- ure
2. Beau- tt - ful Spring-time! sea- son de - part- ed, When birds were _ sing - ing

5 —

; ES i hs hh i

| See SE RES ES eS { : ; ' —-
O t j

a Vv

XN
T

a a ee * wee —o-p—t
. -o- -o- eo -o- -
"4 y i iy;

sweet-ly re - po --ses, Dream-ing of glad - ness when day-light clo - ses,
gay and light -heart - ed, Tell-ing of joys when our ear - ly life start - ed,

“a 4 4

TT
X
N|
an
N
“|
XN
\
an
NX

Dreams of the heart when no_ sor-row was near, Oh! hap-py days! we can nev-er for -

Oh! how those mo-ments have fad-ed a - way! Oh! blissful hours! we shall ev-er re-
a.
| oe & e- eo ++ se ~~
SE * 36-68 Se =a: ‘=
re ee Pe ae ee ee Se ee
= Sy ae 4 a
h a, ar PN oN —-~

e rie! 4 N-AT
e : :

get thee, Life wastoo sweet, ev -’ry moment was dear! We wandered at even-ing o’er
mem - ber: Sweet wasouryoung life—too sweetto de - cay! We hear the bells chim;ing, when

_» 6 © 6-0 ; j 0-2 @-
= =<: ©

} eat pi" i ie A a ee ee e
atte Fe ie gee dees
om a fs im he R | Np» P - X tT
5 as i oa — 3 N= het
. -@. eo r) es eo ~o— as SS

val-ley and foun-tain, Thro’ for-est and dell, by the swift-gliding stream : We roamed with light
peaceful - ly dreaming Of past hap-py hours— of our loved happy band; Tho’ Time spreads his

o—@ pf—2_? *_@- 9
=a rs Tt + oe =
i.
Se TT LF “ e i + H H H =

My w Y wv ¥¥ Wwyr”

Le

4

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. AIS

BEAUTIFUL SPRING TIME —Continued.
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step to the mur-mur-ing foun-tain,’Twaslong,long a - go, but it seems a sweet
pin-ions with ra - di - ant seem-ing, He leads, us at last to the beau-ti - ful

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dream, Sweet dream, sweet dream, beau - ti - ful dream, Sweetdream, sweet dream,
land! Bright land, bright land, beau - ti - ful land, Bright land, bright land,

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beau - ti - ful dream, Beau - ti - ful dream, beau-ti- ful dream.
beau-- ti - ful land, Beau - ti - ful land, beau-ti- ful land.

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From “* Franklin Square Song Collection, No. 2.” By courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Brothers.

BLOSSOM TIME.
Mary E. Doncz

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1. There’sa wedding in the orchard,dear, I know it by the flowers; They’re wreathed on evry
2. While whispers rang a - mong the boughsof prom-is-es and praise, And play- ful, lov- ing

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

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BLOSSOM TIME

— Continued.

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bough and branch, or falling down in showers. The air is in a mist, I think, and scarce knows which to
mes - sages sped through the leaf-lit ways. And just beyond the wreathed aisles that end against the

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count-less wedding jew-elsshine,and gold-en gifts of grace;
though I saw no wedding-guest, nor groom, nor gen-tle bride,

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be— Wheth-er all fragrance, cling-ing close, or bird-song, wild and free. And
blue, The rai-ment of the wedding-choir and priest came shi- ning through. And
pan,
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nev - er saw such
know that ho - ly

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fal R&R wee ee one el ra a ae een ee
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wealth of sun in an-y _ sha-dy place. It seemed I heard the flutt’ring robes of
things were asked, and holy love re - plied. And something thro’ the sunlight said: “ Let

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waidens clad in white, The clasp-ing of a thousand hands i in ten-der-est de - light.

all who love be blest!

The earth is wedded
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to the spring, and God, He knoweth best. 4:

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know it by the flowers; They rewreathed on ev'ry bough and branch, or "alling down i in showers.

From ‘‘ Franklin Square Song Collection,

No. 1.”

By Courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Brothers.

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 417

THE BRAVE OLD OAK.

Maestoso. acl a i aa
1. A song for the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long, Here’s
2. He saw the rare times, when the Christmas chimes Werea mer - ry sound to hear, And the

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health and re-nown to his _ broad green crown, And his fif - ty arms so strong.
squire’s wide hall, andthe cot - tagesmall, Were full) of Christmas cheer.

in his frown when the sun goes down, And the fire in the west fades out; And he
the day to the re-beck gay, They carol’d with gladsome swains. They are

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418 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE BRAVE OLD OAK - Continued.

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LS,
still flour-ish he, a hale greentree, When a hun-dred years are gone.
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From “ Franklin Square Song Collection. No. 2.” By Courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Brothers,

MONARCH OF THE WOODS.

W. Cuerry.
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1. Behold the monarch of the woods! The mighty old oak tree; He braves the raging of the
2. How oft the monarch of the woods, Upon a summer’s day, Hasseenthe merry children

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storm, On land or roll-ing sea; He waves his branches deck’d with green, In summer’s golden
sport, And’neath its shadow play; From youth to manhood they spring up, And old age comes at 1

s ee @ : - @ -
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glow, And i - vy clothes his leaf - less form Thro’ win-ter’s frost and snow: King
last, | Then green grass waves up - on their aia: And all life’s dreams are past! Yet

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419
MONARCH OF THE WOODS — Continned.
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{ Time, the conqueror of all, He bold - ly doth de-fy, For greenand hearty will he
7 stronger grows the mighty tree, In hale and heart-y prime, And stands the monarch of the
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i stand When a - ges have gone by. Green and heart-y, green and heart - y,
‘ woods, De - fy - ing age and time. Stands the mon-arch of the woods, the
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heart-y will he stand, When a- ges havegone by, When a - ges have gone by.
q mon-arch of the woods, De - fy-ing ageandtime, De - fy - ing age and time.
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From “Franklin Square Song Collection. No. 5.” By Courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Brothers
MONTH OF APPLE BLOSSOM.
Dowizertt
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1. Ra-di-antmonthof beau-ty, Blossomingto the June, Monthwhene’enjoyis du - ty,
2, Valleys thatlaughin brightness, Zephyrsthatfanthe flowers, Swaying the budsin lightness,
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420 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

MONTH OF APPLE BLOSSOM — Continued.

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Days goby so soon! Hap-py the song-bird’strill- ing, Golden the broom-flower burns;
Thro’ all the leafy bowers,— Maples the hill-side flushing, Yellow of chestnut - bloom,
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Welcome the new life thrill-ing HeartswhenSpringreturns! Monthofthe ap- ple blos-som,
Red-buds em-pur-pled blushing: Gone the Winter’s gloom. Monthofthe ap-ple blos-som,

on
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Month when the Earth’sintune; Wild flowersbloomin meadows, Singing a mer-ry rune.
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Vi-ol andharpand flute-note, Swell out the sweetre - frain: ‘‘Monthof the ap - ple blossom,

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May-ing we go a- gain! Monthof the ap-ple blossom, Maying we go a - gain!”

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From ‘‘ Franklin Square Song Collection, No, 1.” By Courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Brothers.

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL, 421

FRAGRANT AIR.

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1. Fragrant air

ev-’rywhere, Blue the sky a- bove; Oh,howsweet on light feet

2. Wood so wide, verdant pride, Thou my dearest home; Songandsound, all around,

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Round about to
Call me forth to

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rove. Zephyrs play with balmy flow-ers, And how charming - ly
roam. And in joy and ad-mi-ra-tion, Thusa-long I rove,

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Mer - ry birds in ver-dant bowers Tunetheirmel-o - dy. La, la, la, la,
Prais - ing loud the Lord’s cre-a-tion, And His boundless love. La, la, la, la,
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Sa

la, ta, Ia, la, Ja, Ja, -la;. la, la, la,

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From “ Franklin Square Song Collection. No. 6.”

THE

By Courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Brothers.

TIME OF THE SINGING OF BIRDS.

Georce BARKER.

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Nom” an sa

1. The timeofthe sing-ing of Birds is come, The

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arerobed in green; The

trees

2. A - way in wood-landswideanddeep The _ shad - owygrassbendslow, Be-fore
3. But not o’er meadow and wood a-loneDoththeir spell of beau-ty steal; There are

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422 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE TIME OF THE SINGING OF BIRDS -—Continned.
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as v_ | <
flow’rs un - fold theirtints of gold, Andthe fair pink maybe seen; O’er all thelanddotha
winds that creep where daisies sleep, And the dainty wind-flow’rs blow. And deepin the heartofthe
hu - man hearts whosebit-ter smarts Its smile hath powerto heal. The time ofthe singing of
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ad
prom-ise lie, Theher-ald of Sum-mer’sreign; At the gold-en beatof her
dim old woods The sun - beams fair havestrayed; Like shafts of lightthey have
birds is come, Andwe pause inourwea-ry way, Whilethesad hearts thrill andthe ~

X us | 3rd verse. - ve |
Tala ae : SoS = i} \— 2 H me = — = —
SS we a pe

fly -ing feet The old Earthsmiles a - gain.
pierced the night By the arch - ing bran - ches made.
sad eyes fill Atthe - - . - - - breath of the scented May.

aes Ms te oe E
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rom ‘* Franklin Square Song Collection. No. 5.’ By Courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Brothers.

SONG OF THE MAPLE.

R. M. STREETER.
Mrs. E. FirzGERALp.

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1. Ma-ple, from the leafy wildwood, Where thine early years have sped ; Emblem of our happy childhood,
2. Infant leaves, unclasp your fingers, Sunshine, kiss their tender palms; Ev’ning wind, as twilight lingers,
3. On _ the early-dawning morrow, In the garden-world of care, We must meet the joy andsorrow

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To the past forever fled; Here, with radiant Spring adorning “ Banks and braes” with buds and flow’rs,
With our ma - ple inthine arms, Sway andsing:Odews of e-ven, Dai-ly as yesinkto rest,
That a-wait our coming there. O brave hearts! whenrestful e - ven Findsourdai-ly du-tyo’er,

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 42

SONG OF THE MAPLE-—Continued

> x by ey Chorus.
: apa ai

We, in life’s hope-lighted morning, Leave thee to the sun and showers. Maple, from the happy wildwood,

May ye see thatnearer heaven, Grows the nestling on my breast.” Maple, from the happy wildwood,

May it find ws near-er Heaven Than we were the day be - fore. Maple, from the happy wildwood,
5 oh

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Where thine early years have sped ; Emblem of our happy childhood, Tothe past for-ev
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From “ Franklin Square Song Collection. No.3.” By Courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Brothers.

LOVELY MAY.

ES Se See . s
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ly
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1. Love-ly May, love - ly May, Decks the world with blos-soms gay;‘*Comeye all,
2. Light-ly pass, light - ly pass, Thro’ the nod-ding mead-ow grass, Woodlands bright,

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come ye all,’ Thusthe flow<ers call.

Sparkles now the sun-nydale, F :
woodlands bright, Wake from winter’s night. y dale, Fragrant is the

Where the sil-ver brooklet flows. Rippling soft - ly

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In green moss - y

2

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Lightly row! Lightly row! Far away! Far away! Lightly row! Lightly row!

O’er the glassy waves we go;

Smoothly glide! Smoothly ghde!

On the silent tide. :
Let the winds and waters be
Mingled with our melody ;
Sing and float! Sing and float!
In our little boat.

Echo in the rocks at play,
Calleth not, Calleth not,

To this lonely spot.

Only with the sea-bird’s note,
Shall our dying music float-!
Lightly row! Lightly row!
Echo’s voice is low.

From “ Franklin Square Song Collection. No. 4.”

O’er the glassy waves we go;
Smoothly glide! Smoothly glide
On the silent tide.

Let the winds and waters be
Mingled with our melody ;

Sing and float! Sing and float ;

In our little boat.

By Courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Brothers.

424

ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

SONG OF ARBOR DAY.

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S. J. PETTINGS.
Jesse Hutcuinson.

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I. We have come with joyful greeting, songs of gladness, voi-ces gay, Teachers, friends and happy
2. Gen - tle winds will murmur. softly, zephyrs float on noiseless wing; ’ Mid its boughs shall thrush and
3. Plant we then throughout our borders, o’er our lands so fair and wide, Treasures from the leafy

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children, all to welcome Arbor day. Here we plant the tree, whose branches warmed by breath of summer
robin build their nests and sweetly sing. ’ Neath its shelt’ring arms shall childhood, weary of the noontide
for - est, vale and hill and mountain side. Rooted deep, oh, let them flourish! sturdy giants may they

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days, Nourished by soft dews and showers, soon shall wave in leafy sprays. Songs of gladness
heat, In its cool, invit - ing shadow find a pleasant, safe re - treat. Songs of gladness
be! Emblems of the cause we cherish,—ed-u-cation broad and free! Songs of gladness
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we gai-ly, Thus we wel-come Arbor Day. Andas year by year we gather, glad to
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put our tasks a- way, May the spring-time ever shower blessings on each Ar-bor Day!
a
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From “ Franklin Square Song Collection. No. 3.”

By Courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Brothers,

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL. A2

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WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE. wn

Georce P. Morris.

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1. Wood - man, spare that tree! t Touch not a sin-gle bough; In youth it shel- tered
2. That old fa-mil- iar tree, Its glo - ry and re - nown Arespreado’er land and
3. When but an i- dle boy, I _ soughtits grateful shade; In all their gush-ing
4. My heart-stringsroundtheecling, Close as thy bark,old friend! Here shall the wild - bird

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me, And [i'l pro-tect it now; "Twas my fore-fa - ther’s hand, That
sea, And would’st thou hew it down? Woodman, for-bear thy’ stroke! Cut
joy, Here, too, my sis -ters played; My moth -er kissed me here; My
sing, And still thy branches bend. Old tree, the storm thou’lt brave, And,
Y cite Ps as -o- * -2- ;
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placed it near his cot, There,woodman,let it stand, Thy axe Shallharmit not!
not itsearth-boundties; Oh! spare thata - ged oak, Now tow-ring to the skies.
fa - ther pressed my hand, For - give this fool-ish tear, But let that old oak stand!
woodman, leave the spot; While I’ve a hand to save, Thy axe shallharmit not!
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From ** Franklin Square Song Collection. No. 3.” By Courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Brothem.
POLISH MAY SONG.
Pouttsn Arr.
a SSS
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May is here, the world re - joi - ces; eo puts on her smiles to greet her:
Birds through ev - ’ry thick-et call - ing, Wake the woods to sounds of glad - ness:
Earth toheay’n lifts up her voi - ces; Sky, and field, and wood, and riv - er:

— SS et

426 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

POLISH MAY SONG — Continued.

Grove and field lift up their voi - ces;

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af and flow’r come forth to meet her!

eed

Hark! the long- drawn notes are fall - ing, Sad, but pleas-ant in _ their sad - ness.

With theirheart our heart re - joi - ces; For Hisgifis we praise the Giyv -

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NR & my 2 Bier
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Hap - py May, blithesome May! Win-ter’sreign has pass’\d a - way!

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ALES Pa ee > gr? ae oo aia iil => 2 ae o

Fie - py May, blithe -some May! Win - ter’s reign has pass’d a - way!

From “ Franklin Square Song Collection, No. 1.” By Courtesy of Messrc. Harper & Brothe:

THE CUCKOO.

Aas Se = Se

rs.

E. R. SILL ARRANGED
Gently.
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= Sere
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1,4 Deep _ in the for - est’s heart a voice Is call - ing all day long; '
‘( No bird you see on an-y tree, But still you hear that song;

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As on - ward through the woods you go, It leads you, sing - ing

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 427

THE CUCKOO — Continued.
dim.

ba 4 i co? peste,“ RX}
ae Se ee Se ee SS ee eee ee
soft and low, Cuck-oo, cuck - 00, cuck-o00, cuck-0oo, cuck- oo.
tee. ~
SS = =
——— $F
ig
2 At morn the forest dells are bright, 4 Still distant and anseen, the voice,
With slanted beams of gold, Some happy spirit seems,
At eve the dim and dewy air That beckons us to fairy-land,
The growing shades enfold : Whose realms we see in dreams,
But morn and eve, repeated slew, Where never mortal steps may go,
The voice is calling, soft and low, Unless it leads them, calling so,
Cuckoo, etc. Cuckoo, ete.
8 The pine is fragrant under foot, 5 It is the spirit of the woods,
And sweet the spicy air, That sings, in happy rest,
But still that distant voice allures Such quiet and contented notes,
To seek it everywhere ; As suit the forest best ;
Now louder, then far off and low, Its peaceful shades no sound should know,
What means it, ever calling so, : But that sweet song so soft and low,
Cuckoo, etc. Cuckoo, ete.

“ Happy Voices ~ by permission of Taintor Bros., & Co.

THE OLD MOUNTAIN TREE.

4 >». >

. .
j TS OE a. AT

ms j

— =< ees, | * 7 a nl
Ls = =
>

1. Oh! the home we loved by the bounding deep, Where the hills in glo - ry
2. We are pil-grims now in a stran-ger land, Andthe joys of youth are
%. Oh! the time went by, like a tale that’s told In a and of song and

y ae ®@ _ @-@2@ @& @ @ @. @ @.
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lat io. 2S “Ris Oa :
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4 = a

stood ; And the moss-grown graves where our fathers sleep,’Neath the boughs of the waving
; Kind friends are gone, but the old tree stands, Still unharm’d by the warring
mirth, And many a form inthe church-yard cold, Finds a rest from the cares of

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ao SE a a a Bd @o—e—r ft Hi
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L wei -&
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ie wood; We re-mem-ber yet with a fond re-gret For the rock and the flowy

blast; Oh, the lark may sing in the clouds of spring, And the swan on the sil - ver
earth ; And for many a day when we're far a - way, O’er the waves of the western

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428 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

THE OLD MOUNTAIN TREE-Continued.

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"1 Se A WE a RRA GS SER NGA PRESEN ae?
= ==> = = :
ye ae ae eS <> EI

lea,.... Where we once used to play thro’ the long, long day In the
SCA,.... But we mourn for the shade where the wild bird made Her ..
sea,.... Therethe heart will pine, and.. vain-ly pray For a

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shade of the old mountain tree, In + theshade of the old mountain tree.

nest in the old mountain tree, Her.. nest in the old mountain tree,

grave by the old mountain tree, For a grave by the old mountain tree.
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From ‘‘Song Wave,” by courtesy of D. Appleton & Co.

OH, THE SPORTS OF CHILDHOOD; OR, SWINGING
"NEATH THE OLD APPLE TREE.

Worpbs anp Music By 0. R. BARROWS.
a" vas _| Here a
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1. Oh, the sports of child -hood! Roam - ing through the wild - wood,
2.Sway-ing in the sun-beams, Float -ing in the shad - ows,
83. Oh, the sports of child- hood! Roam - ing through the wild - wood,

2 Se ee SNe es
= SS eee ee ; ——— oe oa a a ——

Pike Serene “eet eer ae SS sr —|
Os SS ew to See lst se 3s

Running o’er the meadows, Hap- py and free; But my heart's a - beat - ing
Sail-ing on the breez-es, Hap- py and free; Chas-ing all our sad - ness
Running o’er the meadows, Hap- py and free; But my heart’s a - beat -ing ©

S25 5S SS

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For the old time greeting, Swinging ‘neath the old ap-ple- tree. Swinging, swinging,
Shouting in our gladness, Swinging, &c.
For the old time greeting, Swinging, &c,

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 429

OH, THE SPORTS OF CHILDHOOD: OR. SWINGING 'NEATH THE OLD
APPLE TREE — Continued.

Swinging, swinging, swinging, swinging, Swinging ’neath the old ap- ple - tree.

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Copyright 1874, by Bigelow & Main, and used by permission.

BEAUTIFUL ARE THE MOUNTAINS.
W. D. GALLAHER. H.S. P.

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| |
are the mount - ains That tell of the bless - ed

1. Beau-ti - ful

2. Beau-ti - ful in the val - leys, In spring-time they si - lent

3. Val-leys sa-lute the moun - tains, And mountains look down and
-o-

They bathe in the gush - ing fount - ains That
The love-ly, the mod - est n>: Hida, And
The dew-drops now kiss the sun - beams That

SS ee ee 4
i Sa wee eae a oo
e ; | es
dance o - ver rocks and sing;.. Sweet are the vio - lets’
dai - sies as white as snow ;.. Up - ward their fra - grant
dance o'er the plain the while ;.. Day - time and night grow
lan

430 ARBOR DAY MANVAL.

BEAUTIFUL ARE THE MOUNTAINS -— Continued.

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en. a= pe [S28 NN NTN
eae -tes——s— —s 19 So

fa - ces, Whose bright eyes to- ward them turn, And dance vis - a -
cen - sors, They turn and smileat the sky, And fill - ing the

mer - ry, All join the tra-la and say: We'll sing the sweet
iP Ginn

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potas aimlaeie E es
a ED rE Ste ee ——a =
6 = = SS eee ;

i —
vis* to the man - drake, And smile to the bow - ing fern...
air with their sweet - ness, As zeph-yrs go whisp-’ring by... .
prais-es of Na - ture, For spring-time has come so gay...

een

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* Vee-zah-vee.
From “Song Wave,” by courtesy of D. Appleton & Co., New York.
THE VIOLET.

JAMIE BEATTY. E. L. DANFORTH.

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Downin a green andsha- dy bed A mod-est vio - let grew,
‘7 Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from (mit) view;
9 ; It was a flower so fair, so frail, Yet not a per-~son knew
*) Where in its grass-y rest -ing-place, The hum-ble vio - let (mit) grew;

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And yet it was a love - ly flower, Its col - or rich and rare;
But God a- lone, who gave it life, Looked down with ten - der care,

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It might have grown in ro - sy bower, In -stead of hid - ing there.
To see that lit - tle flow-’ret pure, So sweet-ly bloom-ing there.

From “Song Wave,” by courtesy of D. Appleton & Co., New York.

See

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ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 431

WE LIFT OUR TUNEFUL VOICES.

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pS ; = -= = =
1. We lift our tune-ful voic - es now, In fresh, me - lo - dious song;
2. And ye who join the swelling lay, Sweet mel-o - dy em - ploy;

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> H H H

While youth-ful eyes with pleasure glow, To see our hap - py throng.
D. 8. Let waves of cheer-ful prais-es flow, From pure hearts un - de - filed.

_ To cheer us on our up- ward way, And prais-es blend with joy.
D. s. Let smiles, which all our fac-es wear, Re- ward your work of love.

J
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And, as we send our greeting, to The breez-es soft and mild;
Our teach-ers kind, whose constant care We hon - or and ap - prove;

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From ** Song Wave,” by courtesy of D. Appleton & Co., New York.

THROUGH THE LOVELY VALE.*

H.S. PERKINS, H. S. PERKINS.

) es
1.We wan - der a - long thro’ the shade of the vale,.. The

2.Our spir - its are free as _ the soft, balm-y breeze That
3. No spot is more dear than the vale by the brook, The
pes > i ont
a _R _ @«-@ 2 & A alle ls
com | 3 —~<s | AE 2 L :: id 2 Mt ad
SS =
1 Lal & TM OR MSN Se ZF { 1A Ha ai fs ae
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* Note.—For a concert piece, the effect will be pleasing for a quartette to echo the last two lines of each verse
JSrom an adjacent room, softly. 1 capt bed mage fst tenant dpm rpely of

From “ Song Wave,” by courtesy of D. Appleton & Co., New York.

432 ARBOR DAY MANUAL,

THROUGH THE LOVELY VALE — Continued.

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Eas aS SE FE OK = { : 4 Be
==> ea = —

soft, gen- tle zeph-yrs our spir - its ex - hale;.. All
dan - ces in glee with the leaves of the trees;.. . The
per - fume of flowers, and the shade of the nook;.. Withthe

@.- @* @.
__@ e cre = aes. i Aan
oe) ee | ER WE LY C eo
—e = See SS Sees
—- =s—F er —" a oe =r
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(ps me | N-r-x 5 —
Sie oh - PY a | ; 1
ae TS ESEES My CRE. mee GN sky pment lente: a jy Se
a> =e ee ee
na - ture with smiles, like the bright, dis-tant star, Fills the
moon’s gen-tle rays light our path - way a - long, As we
loved one be- side -.us_ to join in the song, Oh, the
Kaas be, :
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— | ee t —s
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heart full
ram .- ble

of love as
to - geth - er

heart thrills de - light as

So ——————
O- SeS gg teee

we wan - der
with joy and
we're stroll - ing

a —« fat, sco - the

with song,.. We

a - long,.. The
os

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IS a i - 4 “3 isa z a Pe
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heart full of love as we wan - der By etAP) vcs.

ram - ble to- geth - er with joy and with song,....
heart thrills de - light as we're stroll - ing a - long,....

Py oN
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tm a a =
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Through the love - ly vale, ....... .... Thro’ the love-ly vale
a.
pp ome poppe oS eg
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ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 433

SPRING.

J. H. KISSINGER.

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—*% A —— ~ A x] ~ x a | ; |

S ~ ‘ = =< x + : :
, 1 e e e =—y = ? Se Some. +—_#— p+ — |
j a TT 2a Ed Zs Sac a Cd = 1 oe Cd 5 ALS

ie). [4
1. Thebrooksare run -ning swift and clear, The grass is new-ly green;

2. And when she skips a-cross the fields,O’er moss and rich brownsod,

= N N N Ft N N “ae ay ee
_ n——4 7 x ‘ ig
1H See Saats o-_* i i a |

3. And when she sleeps be-neath the stars,Borne on the ev-ning breeze,

ars) tT i Fae of SE N i J
aa ) |e 2 2 ( Sen eer ri] 2 a_i : Bd Se we oe
“4 } as | SSE AH ‘ ‘ je» se. La Bai a |
1 L eR, SF ig. i y Fe - wi Fe, ie eof tod SE BEE a |

ee ee a ee

And on the bud-ding trees and shrubs,The sing - ing birds are seen.

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Landes

A mist of fra-grance fills the air, Like in -censeburnt to God.

XN \ A » X\ N xX

* * + ~~ + em

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The lan-guid sweet-ness of her breath,Comessigh-ing thro’ the trees.

2 OE = i; = =. RTE PASSE
~ 27 _@ i@ 2 2 @_} go s ye Bee _ = EG |
) eae g 7 ; Fad ] 3 es > aes
4 k = ad Ly df. wi o Y Geri 2 A 4 vi | PY 7 7 Le GAD |
j
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= Slike » » » —} S XN Se ae | x SEE La 5
| Bain “ x iD TEE Be pM a g—|_2@ oe nS, BSS 5
’ be 8 46 | ; Se, s rnd << BEE a & OS Ee |
MT 2 & & AS eae = ity F ete. East
ev : a
: Stern win -ter’s reign is at an end;And in fresh ver-dure clad,
=
“= T 7 I Z|
» x he SS ata rm NS xt XN A a AI ;
= x x <= S s 8 x “ : 4
a -- -.— _.___e-___e___¢ _—_¢-_—_ 5s 1, .—
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: And when she laughs in mer- ry mood, Her sil - ver tones a-wake
+
rts _ ee A A » |
tite eet — as
ie Fa : i A ET s 3
A cA i 4 a
; And gleam-ing o’er their peb - bly beds,The riv - ers gen - tly flow,
< aN S T an TSE 4 Zz = zt }
C22 Se Ba 3 * 7 a v7 ry ti, = eS ae |
~i—¢. i. ~6- se. ga— | a id Fi Se ES eS
| aie a5 = | es =a a Ee | ip vi) Z ro | tt! cA Y | tS

From *‘ Song Prize,” by per. of Publisher, The W. W. Whitney Co., Toledo, O.
28

~

2 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.
6434

SPRING. Concluded

—
Qn» ‘< & as A x
ig at A \ is TE ; 1 Ss im A be) i jj
by | AS i WE | } ae a. a @ @ se j Lei Tea. isi
No rr ar eo. é JERE SE Lo R ; | nal a é ee rs it
C PRR =. al i ly yy iP) PPE = , ae 35
e) A cA . , <<
Bright spring is danc-ing in our midst, To make our hearts feel glad.
Qs “a
t= =F igre ae } ] +]
+e | Saree eae A XN (Nel A X\ AA A » Pee a
abe oF ae H Ba SE J i BT WAT Es i eas aT | a4
ANS Be ae 6. a. 6 a a. a 4a. aN eae a noe Jt
e/) @ . A A — A — - La Le . 4 r J é - .
A glad re-sponsefrom all the birds,Nest build-ing in the brake.
=<,
wt m - vox - * :
tte tp sim N on N S oe eS = pe RTS |
0 | i ae | a a i) o H ies BIN A ES « ti
Filse iia t ee! = é ce | a: @. é o te [ a ap tt
Pg l 24 ae kn a) @ d | Lei ie § |
For- got - ten are the winds of March; De-cem-ber’s drift - ed snow.
~~
zt A_] \ NJ A A » a aN A XX 5
| Pook” ES ae ee ke : Ts oe ee wn) is YS) ER Hid H i @_- 43
<P | 1? ed CJ , a. @. A ae he, ~ my a. 4
L i ET id iy 1 hai = CJ (ee bid oi bad ni
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From the GERMAN.
fay : A
Iie A Pr A » al Se | s Pal im a. if FS =]
car = s = A + 2 7 @ : = @ 7 al = oon i - 4
ae J ae SR SEE IAG Sa

-o-
- tle blue- bird, sing -ing in the trees, Tell me, tell me,
- tlemaid-en, if youwill but wake, Ear - ly, ear - ly
- tle blue-bird, tell menow I pray, Tell me, tell me,
- tlemaid-en, up a-bove the sky, Some one, some one,

*fore you fly

a | 2 | 2 a cek
fa! A—z@. 6. : é { es
| eas Ss — = Ss Ge — ar iS a
9.4 | Cas J | Ss “* Ale a es |
hn 2 oii} is ES 14 : ial eC |
@ e T e f
i * x [ 5 Tr nA
h/ 4 » » hy @.
i. . = ™~ Ty ¥ %\ ra (aor Sait % z) : Ls
os at ——— o—-? (Ea oe
ANSP oS) = Xt sats en ee _N td Ye | ZZ P|
cy) -o- :
tell me if youplease,How youkeep yourdress so ti - dy and so new,
when theday’s at break,When the bon - nie dew-dropnes- tles in the rose,

away; Who it is thattaught you,taught you how to sing,

watch- esyou and I, If it is - n’t He that taught me how so well,
lat - ~. | _| au | ns
ce 2 ————— —s5 z =
| a t - ae a | @
—H m a i x Pace ee Le
os © : a] GS BRE. aE OOS e i

Os eee ional meskes eee ree
j ut H ! Ti we PEeK . o @ coe U pat xe

CJ & u Lid p= é& fie a =

Tell me, tell me, lit-tle
Then you'll find us washing out ourclothes.
Tell me, tell me ’fore you’re on the wing.
Sure-ly, sure-ly, I can nev - ertell.

o~

bird of blue.

= °
2 te e- $- pee
at r TS é TERE o eal
. ¥ t 1 ) oT wld Ld :
be Ke. ae cat se C é -—]|
‘Ea ee ae an ce
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a ee eee

—

ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 43

v1

IN THE EARLY SPRING-TIME.

MYERS.
va o me ~ A =| ae “2. YJ ei
ee | fal A ba) 4 wal i Bad ~# a ;
SS | x ~@. eS | } v J }
ry as | it | a eS ae CJ =a “Zz af os ca ASE! |
¥ Tr o ¥

“an
the ear-ly spring-time When the vio-lets grow,When the birds sing

ys
1?

ba

2. Sun -ny lit-tle blos-soms On theirslen-der stalk, How much they would

4a MS Be ee x A \ Xi } & X X a |
= e ae | I ; a | ~ si . ae | ; | a ~~ —
oa mal ~ ~ =

3. While thebirdsare mat - ing, On the sun-ny mead, All _ theearth is

= UGS ec. © Pan een Ga | es See 5
_—
a a Se se ees ed Ae I x LZ ; ae

sweet - ly, And thesoft winds blow, Comes a lit - tle dai - sy,
ral

--

v

4
—

wait - ing For thesprout-ing seed; Life is like the seed - time,

ot » xX A
= T res a em td { @_- ri ra Y | aA |
o 1 ae | = oS }
i! ag wi 1 vie | Cd & }
- r | ao t ¥ a ¥ os =
rel | Rear x
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= ZB

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Blow-ing fresh and fair,Springing brightand joy - ous, From its mountain lair.

4

» | a yy
=

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All thelive-long day,Brighttheirfac-es turn to Catch each sunbeam’s ray.

»
“~

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4 . : a 7

Ev -’ry one must sow Seeds of pee or e- vil, As we rie ote: go.

= x - pe Pea
0 SS SES eer

a.
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From “Song Prize,”’ by per. of Publishers, The W. W. Whitney, Co., Toledo, O.

436 ARBOR DAY MANUAL.

BEAUTIFUL MAY. M.

“i »
| 2-9 A eed L
| 9o_,: UD @ 2 @ r] e e286 ot AE met ba Si SY A A A N Mt -2
ry - ; - ge i [ ’ T ry fi TY + Hd -
O.g—_ 444 _ 3 I £ =. SS Sn

7-0-5 a st Er
| B—j_ @. r] 2. e rE 6h, EI J MS Sa iN N NX N red Tae CSA
vps A AR PE : Roses Be RE :

iP tJ iy vi zr a al @ e Py P) —t}+s=-4
le) id a ” ” v7 Ld Ld Cc oe

Skies that were sul-len and joy -less,Have broke in - to sun-shine to-day.
fay
Vb J i aa
ya. Le A A Te eee Piet ee N N » Pe ike 7
T71\7_7 i TY mu a. Sah fai EF NT N + ~*~ I ay Foe 7 ay i |
— ee

41 le » » » ~
+m v —_ He) ae bs ~ N\ + a ea 8 3
INb-5 3 —s —s — — a Se ee eee

o ame oem -cepdas
Thro’ the stillmeadowsthebrook-let Is flash-ing withmer-ry de-light.

- — Sn. 1 ica
(ON aol ee Se oe ee
—45-5- i ow = ait, ‘ '. ewer w Co
Mie 2 ee
Z p—p—* + ad 7 =

J! i Ly. SS
“3 y 7 y
’TisMay, beau-ti-ful ee ..... And allearthis smilingand gay,....
bt » \ h
7 9 | PERE | i ~A+- X
t v i: 7 He) ~ TY
TT 7 D TT & &
a ——
1 , = 5 eS es

| All earth is smil-ing and gay,and d gay,

1a) 0 a 2G ae TS A SN ANS SE TRL La Ln eT
ht 7 eee

Beautiful May, beau-ti-ful May, Allearth is smil-ing and gay,and gay,

| rs TR, SA N as eae
2 bE? bs RT 2 SS “ \ ru y— Ay \
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From ** Song Prize,”’ by per. of The W. W. Whitney Co., Toledo, O,

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Acorn and chestnut .....-.. epee Sse PaC LAGNA wo oe. kw ane hes <'0'o0 ES a PRR ree or
PERMIT MEMEO rao tare pina one et ah xs owen Saaee ee Mrs. M. H. Huntington ........ So
Acorn, The pebble and the... ....4....0..20.-. DIES COUN 05584 er snide no's 15
Werostic, Arbor day... <5. 0-62 se SE 8 are 1 AG OF 2S Ts ES epee Saassn Se
ES ein dG SS Uae oh Agee eh anekire Ve be ace wine 0 cade bed dine “See seesreese 170
MGI aA ea tre addin ec ore o:aus'sla v's noe cee BMW OR er boards rs shave wk 232
All things beautiful........ Sekt Wind aank « os oy ec sCRMNOGT ain citn a's 25 oe sueae 184
eR ONY SESE ER ann k wilvinavie cewseSer ts. w6sirs. venscmaesmanscers.resvencssencs 22
ee PeURR RIC ROMER P iia a naa s win's) a aie a's s c's els'e.0 os civ s.0 AGMION cosas <5 exes pee aeasee 33
Among the trees ...... a Grad bo a Se ee MGA ea ws oie as oooh s\au's's welts SA 284
Antiquity of freedom ...........0.-+-20 Sualese = RRO as she es 3ddas's Snanenncs 282
Anxious leaf, the... ..-.......--. - See ee e DCCC ROL rs a hk pa > veins pe iss oe 52
Apple tree grows, How an.............--.. § OES Pao re oe emekws 335
Apple tree, Planting of the ............ oF ee PURE Se0 Gs, 0 ce eae es didd cece 19
Apple tree, Under the .............. Mis Bake ss Elizabeth A. Allen... ...2..s.0.% 108
PUD AL a hed wean o'lay's.aes We a TOE eee RMA SDOATCs. 5 piocus, 4c cite ses ak 144
MENS Mamas s bia hess Sets ae sv Bec vate esceeses Jessie McDermott .-............ 157
1) Sey ac pdke ea A aah weieNe nip. Uw a ose. oes PRO Ea viip el sans sansdnae ees 239
MM MIAG! Siac's.tcn'dadec sey sbapseocssceccaes ROMIMe ERRAEIOS, fico v0 e'e sa ouinlice 120
SUSIUSEO IANS racials ysis a,60es'e0 de. cus apie ces scene EEEIOVE Ss ''o a 59 6 as sus Keine 149
MOORE Sag tis sobs dass cases phe? act « = ae Bete IRE wa Go Sbaebeceld gasket Ig!
Ne ae oe en pee ciel eG h Rale EN WEE nese WG wes ana eenccccccccccscccuwcces 210
ee esa eae RGR ECAR Gane pbs | os's dau gece che ccccccesceseceusce 301
MM MAN ois he cigs ,b's Sivele bh 4 ee Mnaw rhe: = be bs > Weereen STIBICY. 2. oe. tn ates 306
MADOE GAY sic iict el seuss ieee eee MNRAS al hinb dcenire vse en Fie sste ce saceeee 311
Arbor day ..... oO RR) See arr BE ae ees er oe ag aataige ata 323
Arbor day ....--..ee-e sence cree creer c cee eeeceee cece i ia ad pas ep sic mai <p a oats 351
TOC EY METORUIG 2%. sine paSS i kass 6s. cvss 00s oe OS eee eee ee 307
Arbor day and the children ............-..---.. DT ERIEDOD oo 5 ou ade sicd Cectene 323
Arbor day, For..........- Ries wrhstib ei ekbe Se cin > BreGrme AGaAMS..... ss. sive 204
MGDOR IU SREMIL A, F555 bds big ssid e ooo aOR nscseu osu e Lizzie D. Roosa........ ones 202
Arbor day, how observed in various States ...... -.-..0+.-- 2.20 cece eee eeeeeee 329
Arbor day invocation ........ PEERS Te Seka IE ie AMOMAS™..- 25. < wvoes 348
Arbor.day invocation .. 2... ..06-ccccecsree seen ER ATIOW 5 dain s oo b6s aR 349
Arbor day, its educating influence ....... ...... SRSINGQEINIOD os 0.60ss5--008008 300
Arbor day march «. 5.5.0.5 seers sttcescss --.-- Ellen Beauchamp .............. 352
Arbor day Music. <5... os. cece eee eee cnecesaee (See *‘ Index to Music ”)........ 381

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Arbor.dayod@isews sacs ue vy cibsien ate en tsa edie else ae Part Farlow, cs aw ones 0 si yeheee 205
Arbor: day POCMs cout wrayes see caer al wee eens Aung ‘Re Prides. wksiece vias a
Arbor day Poenionis.ccevies cred cael in ste waist ae Lillian’ EB. Kapp... i250 dsa eae 80
Arbor day, The uS6 (68 6 ss cissemscs'se Aer ee ee eI eT 296
Arbor Gay Sr Oil 570i os ets os fs sae Bev ale oes Jared SAYDIEG 5ca:d y'5.<u'e as + Sa 347
Arbutus....... Bi hels eta ead: gk Wie Me RII ROS tT Elaine tadodale...+ 25+.) 5 sees amen 9
AT DUIS csc h eae se ae ale Fa ed heb eh (lia Sa NRG Annestialliwan i es..0 scp e oe ee 148
ATDOUS Fis veces LSS ep aw) he He-50 ep dain €¥ie'p 0 wble wih Rib SSL Rae A iereigiee te ae eee 289
AIDULUS, “CAE ATAMING vo 6 sicreu's's's cheer as Sielcydieins Rose Derry Cooke’ (4:.i3.-scacwee 84
Arbuius, Vhe trailing so sco. \cvisees steno cis ak oe Whittier! 25 pi sseawtnys eons 216
Arbutus, Trailing — The May flower............ Good Wit s:7'6siaidiee os heehee 261
PLS TOD soos co aa vissd sin g.b aes bolo ste eal dlb aust eb eas eae acer leo ean 302
Aspen; Legend of the. : 3..24 4ss6g Sed bois weiss eewels el celts nye elalp alo wiaty ale peieceraneeats alan 163
PALltnmin Teavess os s;. wae coke leis og eaelaree vie sales T. W. Higginson 9.2. .s.0hotenn 181
Autumn leaves, Thess soos: cee ates Vane pie osin we ondroie eee fea ieee cia ee eo ee 59
Autumn VOICES... 5555 ces cals coe koh ob s ples hin. Sutin y wieve vay Siaiiinat inane irate een 16
Awakening Year, The <i .i5 ote Sa aewiae wine Redd. st. Atenos ecw slope nce ene 45
Beautiful, All things: shen tsk ane ssbdsassee Col, Alexander.p seesaw selecepr Dae
Beautiful thifigs ics ossds 033. vaawere PPP OTLEY me CF etre ee ee ec ef ee oS 62
Beautiful streest... .inaetsis sased vetoes eeirs os) a aiss Ac ay Ris 2 S2s.49 0 pit ets OR eee 311
Beech, The purple........ sdedee eed cuayaa aes d bdr waite beetle eete saad ee one eee ys 187
Beech tree’s petition, The, ss... 2:6 Ses sscvss.nuas Cainpbell . co. .eoes sage toes 200
Belated eis ii6 yr stakes ehh aye ile alee wiew mo kivce ames Whittier <<... adv ak Senne 368
Best trees and: vines, “ENE. thi dale can sch teisas'ss We i. Milne. 3.25 fats p on arene 347
Bible, ‘Trees: of the sc ustessisasyawes of eaeeeahs WH: (Groserncdantinsisu testes 248
Bitch trée; The ac iiis cova Ob en to sate cae ae gare s Mrs. A. V. McMullen.......... 209
Birchitseo, Phe eso ee eee she OWEN ition eaetees ditt eens «+ 304
Bird, If Twere as cosas aehtis ale va G ob Saale paces Diss ol nee tae deaiee etm shame eee re ann 310
PMT; SONGS ag te werass res ae ea yes, ait tp acne eee pte Kathie: Moores.ccens vce snes 265
Bird trades <scceivetives ee SEN via Pe ead oe ab ale creln'd Coro UibIEd fe Cigvatn ina Reg ERTw @ ater 172
Birds cA MOG Aas ss sake tee oes eine k au,b ss Fay Annie Chase: iss ocx ee tena aks 182
Birds.and. the children, Tue vic. ).o. waesise'ece se BT Sallie ia ceric ele ae 167
Birds choose the maple... .6......+ Sanrio sists Susan’ P. Coopers. sewe tics «een 206
Birds in) SUMMers Mees sss nivel ose s8 ovens Mrs Hemans a iasaesee ss aver 100
BitdSinesises a csae ease ae bee sa's ss LPT Pe Tete Mogren) Wor beara on 277
Birds, The return of the ...... +0. phameta tae es Bryant. os 6 cia shee tenon 259
Bluebell, The vssy co saseeesce PP PERE OCI TOE eee, rrr ei ie rey i 79
Blossoms, Elm...... Sri ewes sae wales hitlcresoe 6 Ed N Eee Dhaene Se ea oe ae 113
BlossOmS;OFCHAU teindss wes ao ove Sea de ease c's Mrs, ‘Hemans: foci Feces vince 258
Blossome. Pedcii aac ance « aol’ 0 a's cx stares é aja MATS GOULET s vinden ease ee ee 103
BlOSSOMS, VVIIG) ENON Gr cle ct wc s ese boe wits sess Julian S, Cutler cise ses iwien 289
Blue Dirds PRL key ee ohh vies oes beeie bee eehes ey C.F: Gerrgs coef cnnes esa ee mes 77
Blue bird, The .. ci scsecssecsccccesccsccos eves John Burroughs..........++..+- 297
Blue. bird’sisong, Phetss . +s. eas cies Phare erie Sis ayk eae pees eae ae ekewdawewes 71
Blushing maple tree, The............ een SERHAN OTRAS Fok tweaeney Fem ne eae ee 236
Boavsongrse avaentgaere wes. rates es. Voi hs Gboewes Scotti send Seuiesias aan tage 189
Bobolink, The <oit¥evessesss pnitatsate gobs ee Lew ee Se SEAR RIS Saks Sears om 96

Bolehill trees ..........00 ae ceabecesons eeeeee Montgomery......scccsceeceees 287

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Boy that stole apples, The - 0.8 foc eek cee te cece esc e cece cescccces 253
Breathings of Spring ...... ... Sorar oie eames bee Wit I eians osteo S 158
Briar-bloom ........ pees cke a aawelsnes 06s ae cir Elizabeth A. Allen ..... .....-- 282
Sy oe Be ere MAUR TIONING 9.0 Soca soe casase 190
RMSE NMC foes t/a s0'st'na lak on'e's to sce dare Uy eee 60
Building of the ship, The................-..... OMOHOW os xine swrwareviemaases 257
Piuttercnp, Av. -...:....... aed scarp edd cetnee « |e OS Nota ara sack cas 89
By summer woods............-.+++-+ eer PRESET acl oeteees ar oaieicle oa pic’ Gales? woe! + 162
ML TENE tat cto. CrcnNneas she ate ns cass Weecteees fd ae 272
IM ILO aioe 2 ic dasha ¢ wae oe 008 ba owes ale George Cooper..... ........ eee 283
SEMNNGIMRSS dr idle cil ctians dient d'<ckawe dees aleve Male bp We sacs sade ets eo 106
REET aRIA SID REST NO NRE OE actos cits ala Sa, a oleh xia ole rh die cota sige ool” <id’euiwsa ee seis 217
SIMMS TREE (0) Soh nto s.b badly edhe Oe wep ma eee Fok SEOIDEOOM s ! sanin'e vcise'a w 3s EOL
Children in the wood, The..................... PORE PEC Sos 3 os nes eea nes 308
Children’s Arbor day march........-.2....-.-- EAL Holbrooks oc Ss. sco w se os 348
Children’s praise song...... Setucie stash eco ee ewe WD. TIOWDES ks ccc e cess aes tas 352
co ESS a ae OES AE eee POORNOW ot. coc s na ccaneckun 198
Child to a rose, A........... Re ag ts eee reste axe ke “Pe Sk Se hE Secs 163
Clematis..... Rape ih aale Maxie = one's 2 ore -. Dora Read Goodale.... ........ 269
SIRES OR SG TOWELS sc coins cc caauegaccecscsces Lucy Wheelock...... ee 174
re ah aay asad Sakae Keele <auls's pu deckes scene sdeenSeecuces 123
Class tree, The, <2... 2... SEB Ce ne Emma S.-Thomas .........---.. 351
Ee MER Se eda a ia calc Gala (es an'woacleiccdcsvccccicecteeessse 74
ee arte Gs Weeden de dsc screwaninc eos cevcerescsscences 381
Ronsecration, SON Of 522... cece ces ecccee Bes Pas PEENOOK Se cae oa ncae e's 299
SU INNRMEE CREE DCTIIIORND GOON Ae Coca oc da cys c cc crcccksccs cscs cessnssccescces 313
Corn, A grain of ...........- Rae ie gon a a'<-9 ip TRE Pa Siti Nol SRY a aie pane See 143
2 i 0 ee MMeAe eae Sr dcvalte crn Cees = leas scwcveass sees gI
Cottonwood trees, ‘Neath the................--- Lie tags RN PC Ce i ae 277
Meouneel, Ae Old MAN'S... 2.5.5. .eccsecces sess PUM dew soc racks ees ce Soka ewes 25
Country, An invitation to the.................-- SMITE Swtaie'gs os eons a0 <0 237
ENSUE LOUREIRO SEEN RTs rea tale AeA c cig Gkicqe elec pecusescccccescscecccee 175
RSeATAS C0 RIN SOUERED 5 5c we ea a, cc wc ends cesccss Warren Higley....... A 305
SP PPRCP CLC Gn Aco ks Cees wacaaeeRa th wad sb acces Mein w ada dsb ate aes 66
Daffy-down-dilly, Ready for duty...... SOMME ates siting ss. ccses seccss = ae RAD
Pee EPAROU OF AUG onc ne Ssicecs cssecdssserse Persea See Piatt. os. ec cuscc ce 280
Daisy fair— Motion song.........-. Sey alat aan pore MUNN, Se oe hoe ation 57
AE EGC aU tra: ws ag Ulatane ceca en ees © | aa PN Cg ae 264
ee are ae ee Gea ce Pelee ee ee a WiC oc cscs ccc es cececcs 379
ee Rene TNS ICAN i os Sino sn oie’ s'dalcies ue o ps o's PRM RETGN Gta > ow ease Sisive 121
PRRICUOU EF a fo cdds.cis calc bisa a ccouwceeccae Date eye RICHOIS. ... ccc ee ecces 107
RRM Ue re ta wc nda cet ea easacce wees sac! Cedsinc ARERR Ceres 116
Dandelion, The young.......... ra Mae die s/a saci SUREREEMCTIL 7. coos ow ale o b:o'v.ale 155
PPATHRCEM IID RAR AIS ecss cia 5 Se 9 Fe Sia alas avis wee st en 2a a eR a 244
eee AEE Spe Laren wekisin cine i slce ccc es acco -vcccccccescccee ° 322
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Destruction of the forests................ I REEMMECUME Ges |... sss gacee 301

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PUBCORIONE jx 255 ata Gules beet vadevene cake es Sara O.. Jewett | .5«<<%.0 sedan 141
DUSCONTSC: ON VEES, A sivas onc Misc dis Bilvisic niele Sec vace Beecher 2 ek ckc aisicscce ee eae 32
Dreamer and réaper,. The 4% .sec504. ses cee’ SA dele IMEVES) orl MLCOD 35>. 03 cnc ais eee 12
Dream: Of Summers Aros css uplevisierds vere sb cok rivera PWV MTU ae he hare ee ais << actoisate ele 236
Dryads, ihe meeting of the. 2.43. c.dei00% sores Holmesigs.c 3s 0s. i <> ee 7
PITA OPITO <5 sicis sid SNS eae ee TRE meee ne ore DROMSDIR alias so 028 one ae 151
ECHO UR uy ud cucsaadtese sen etemuia oir uti nme: nee eee Bice Vist RAIDER iytash te 9th shore: asdsdneeee toe 87
Effects of Springs... 6s: Raters oie stare gis «teats Scekte Wilsont vaditnastnsivcls seca. cece 183.
EGO DLGSSOMScs.3s)a'e oss ose wixts.o Svs Seo R we sie Baie insets rare Finnie We Siacelare ste oun Gene 113
E100; PG Sau sthinl ais sib cuca a istelese mie miniaiera wn acy lere miele Hi Beis eae ohana ieee 208
RAPRCCE WU a ain cane oa amos Seem a abaniae ei ae sig eee Rebecca DRickotiux 32. dscns 49
Elm, Under the old.........+. ERA Ati ices Lowell: octsc ccc ces tcaareente eee 238
Elm, Under the Washington ........ aletetattr te o 99 0) EROUIMGG:: Sra ocas a wise sp 140
Bimcversus apples: .i..% ccnncnesintetasis hacen ove, May Riley Smith... i.:/sunceeen 162
Evergreen, The sntading. . -.)Scisispiniew sarees > a Gere eiaN piate. pte vitals, Sabah ea: pare 46.
Eve's Tari SQ tatiGies cas sacs wus qrtias loi kee teas oasis) ANCOR oy ais'y sin neds a een 105
HiSin tree, 5 sleds eaarstewaris-wisrss sravasalaatsiaidieve adios teen Lady: Winchelsea: \.usteesaaee ee+ 279
Fallen:monareh: DhG-1. 2c sy'ce ma nusenis ene eat ii H. Bromlegiietiyanee Si aea staat 259
Ball fashions: 2: 57issa clei sfcceten ig mio tue erates Wimsel dens a Wik Setar RES a teed "olds eiere aes pe tae ee oateatere 74
Wal SOUR? tara lesrorc na: areisiaiis soe aieekceres lot ale win lates erecta ns sbemiate reps vines ef bata hie ce aeeneee Vance eis eae
Famous and curious trees. vie\c-c ia pinnae sls apelsiomslaiciy LES Mee ee 275,
POA DG DOLCE. ele etme taic-o's 49a atetars ta lera te wroraunte_ ot Mary L.: B. Branch: <5 <2, sisu-mee 201
Fields ia‘ May, (Dhewsiiis: cn sccabeitmes seseveces W. Allingham.... .¢s<sasnesnem 119
Bitst OWENS, SUDE Agamiis gis negnies oan waeey s/s iGa DICER Stig sat antoe ere efius eater 234
PAL TIO, POG cedars ties allie. aie wi Lie eiuvaie saad sears Lnella Clark vcr ctsae) cepts ote 230
eteckusl Dirds,"Acas\siwtew ars «ie wieut eae stele ccew talelrte Annie: Chase... i:hiecs «. sax keale 182
PLOWeT MISSION, | VHE yy s70 ask ctececeieie 5, wiolnrtla ofe’e cphiale sma weiaye Wiwcets eles Teast Otis) ater alesis aictnar aan 7
FLO WEL OPM DEL sc ieteier un vinta as nsicie sale Se ine Holmes». sca se vache chet eee 43
Flower of the desert, The ...605-cscsssesvsssees Mrs, Hemans. iinct eee es EY 279
PIO WEIS Metin timcie uges o> sis oes 4 1s oh keolee eee Tennysonis 2 Seaulnnvicedlss s+ hateione 172
Flower, The national ........ Halessrile eit hictaiae ae vaet Toney uareoma satu-s5 9's'4 ale senor 157
BLOM CVS a taciee pein rlastlg.eaieis-s: 76 \<%e pine pibliie: sriclconievae Lion stellow nc visi este ece ey 155
Flowers: ai tOURGE 55 sso 65.6 odes 5 na etnies ORAS HT Re ouisiea tee Se Ete ere 140
Flowers, Chorus of the............ Re apie tieh Lucy. Wheelock scsi. sn vate rye
Flowers, HyM tO fhe 002. ois css ecsiecssessesece Horace Smith.:c..3s s) «pense nace hee
Flowers of the’ May ........35.+ AE Cow ols HES ae res Ae Starrs i ae Stee 233
Flowers, Old-fashioned....... Mo aa rabsta can oe gs SO Ethel -Lynnusivatiecaue en hee eee 180
Flowers, The marriage of the...........0000 0 S.° HM Byerstigsetsi2s cae 142
BIG WERS ot MACE DE INS. oie !s ssie.elere sta cia'bvg.de ea eee ehiata:ghaws ated aualele hate vee bis 0 pele ae 47
BlOWOES, WU GTISELON i aay a:tle <a. cosas Bee's. w oietslelein a Mary Howitt carne ese nie coaster 63
Foolish ttle wobitisyee foes 5 ais: ss0sa. 655 sein 9 00,0 pnyeniOR Kerem pies ae actth staleiets 61s Wik ee ee 86
ROreigty TAUCK rs win F aa ried oss ois bee 2» 5 oy wens ph thine Seine eka s Es me be ord aie 1 oe
FOresPHOWers er temitiies eis ionic te Peed welksicbee ale Frankenstein’.:c o<.ces aenes uneeien 215
Forest hymn, A......+.+- PPE ek Lh Bryditts.dx\ shies eta cin his ae tae 4
POreSt saa w aie ne ss css ends, 0s 0Se\el oe sinie twee Southey i3'. ls. guwecmieee ool sini 65
Forest scene, A ss) sions o0 ore Daa aied o: oeais koneele Edith (Mays «vce ntcs teyiatewe nloeeiele 247

Forests, (Cutting Of ING... is. os cerca vee opesie Warren: Higley sci 35 si. asain 305

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Forests, Destruction of the............. - A eA ty: oe ba wbape koe ee PR Pe ee, At
MRR MODCE 25 bi nis vanes esas > eos o000 Se ee oe OEE eT ee re 306
SO AUN eae a oy a o's a8 ow a bigs win nein coipe's OM ONEG. os oa psicnagnes ee
IPGPESU BICES, CLES wctcce cee rece Er eb cosiaas Mea WPMeCIEr WIICOK-s <cswesnes .* 85
Forest trees, The............ Ses PREP Fe S AAER A OMIE igo okin's vn als 0.6 os 'n zs
Forest, The storm in the..... Reena cape eae ASE PS USE 0 A ee ear 104
EEO RNG: oy kc = Selina paw a eT aA ae) is wae eRe bee 3 fo eneioe 10
Forest, Voices of the ..... ......0--.s-ee20--s Longfellow 2.5... ....<5 Seats Apes d 289
Forget-me-not Nate cine PRCT ee ee te TR TE & “<eviecvecve Sone Ween ee-secescaccve 320
er otk gees seine he AMOUR. pacuabasneeanes 130
A MIESRCR ge so nae ee Raiceipml ed, Sea a Wall a anole web aes. cn% mabe 55
our sisters, The... 22.26 0s<00c0s iS Row te hrs Cea aries ao ee ca mew a eile ne Garale ae ce 32
Pacedom, Antiquity Of... 1. ..sceeceesisccanca ses RM GANG etapa as mole acm eeicne sie 282
Freedom’s flower ...........-... shhar semanas Marian Douglas..... aad ne ne 264
Funeral tree of the Sokokis, The .......... OS ata R ons wlan edie ine sialon ead 139
EAU RAUMIMG EMO a Paw neg 5s sa allan Slow h WAS dew ad sé dase bn dd enscceeee 112
Gingerbread tree, The ..... ........ Li Sethe Harriet P. Spotiord.«..2...5 25 195
Aeaeas GO MANNC PDC 2. sic ces cnc cada ocak eles Ha re ee See EC TN ne 147
LS aAI MANDY RRSE TINE SUSETOOM 30 ca dies Farawic pases) cals 4k e balagdmsccy ocnpd'osccexate 40
MA POV eaten wieiciae ne clots Geld ain uy ie tole ace Elan eA CaM ck sta whens kn ae ee 74
Sn SCNNT MIME, UWET (568 bei vcs henna ves s waecvee an Algae Sane tatae haw cea TO4
UMRCRESR TAME ere el ER eats Cid Seibe tie ki nceaae sie daweetrcnwycoleeee apne skesea 47
SRCRECTOON 5 Sen etn oid or a claalt Pane Glos nwek ane Elaine:Goodale:. .2)..v.<see sac 265
Golden rod, Lady..... Do Da Cad tae. copascl taro == Carrie W. Bronson .... ........ 139
Golden rod, The... . 256. <. Ripeidedaatcc: veey | Ad Ss er ee ee 51
Golden rod, The ........ Saunier Serie en re Oe oy ep ne eae Pa .e2enhEs
SSOIOEN YOO, ERC 5 octes'ele Seon woot ees Re ree Hopestill Goodwin............. 252
RCS NEUE cigs bans és ubecckn kee sey ee > CEs HONG tiene se Modes eewe cates 177
Grain of corn, A..... esi cree uhok sigiear kia Fae ORR Gn Bn eho oie Ac nek ais tas 143
MET eee vic. as sae crs ses ae eas nhiialy et PHO AS GU AWOENL "oo Sica din Sslaee dia 6
Grass and flowers, A soul in .............. eisie PRREBOUN I Cig detiarag € c:aibla wis «sack 178
RSPAGH ENE VOICE OL ANG s wows ceca dwasiseecabacces Sarak MODCHS. <5 oc ics cee edn 38
Green things growing......... PLS a Foye a ae ee eee te tone Ge
SHOWIN con. coh eccwe eas Gok aie eafe'a Swine teen ne Leo) eS er ea 203
Hail, Arbor Day!........ Gio Wainy on getsgere's eases ROOSS os 5) nic wus 202
SPRING EC ate ke de eouc seuss seen ats sy PTOI iain ops sce oS aons joann I7I
Hiawatha, The story of ............... Afr Sop a ra C8 1 es Se 220
Historical trees — Told in rhyme........... ie ip MARIOS SAMUCY 3 \). 0 cecancéusa 135
Historic tree of Chicago, The ......... nares ge eos 217
Historic trees ..... PH atetnstven seees puawanvaes Be GC. pelano ...-.-..-- seein ie all 294
Holiday, A new...... eS eveeee--- George William Curtis.......... 211
REO W Ste EM sp acrneb yp ase peres ows Sipe paadacin OS i Ge ee 83
Home by the warm Southern sea, A........... SSE. gy 5 OAT | arte 231
How an apple tree grows ... 2.2... ..cessccces ae dais eas gh 2 ol-s hep piaieiee Wrenner 335
How the leaves came dow . 25. sscsces ce esees Susan Coolidge ..........+2--+- 198
PE SS ge ES OS a ee a, eS el a rr 4 85

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FHymin, B Fores 26 ors seen hen 2a es ase eae EYAG 5 ono 2c os's seacte ste Pore
Hymn, A wOoOdlandhes eats. < cos ar ecs seas viele atvle’s “RODE ic FLDICOE ts cee eats ae ware hie
Hymn im praise of the natural world............ Ellen Beauchamp ....... ... Mee 35,
Hymn tothe NOWetS.. 53h. sacessspanececaeee Horace Smith: ....0s. ons eee 176
AED WENGE Bi DING ix Vas fe asia bis Lig Ohiate a ait Ae iioe ke 2 Meena eriets Me aeee ns 4. cts mann 310
In) A TOFERE iia feos cae set peacd eae Ree Ves melviss SOUtHGY i57.is te 5 = ans ees eoae ee 65
EO DEAISE OL TERS sav ciacwe suarn.ceca oareaaaen a cot spore Speneerisitvcxacs os sos t eee eee 262
Inscription for the entrance to a wood........... Bryant ae siavom baieleus ais tse ewe 246
RID ANe SWINE ccs usb welere ee oso aon eins ain ere re eames Eudora S. Bumstead............ 101
_ Invitation to the country, An........ .se.eeeeee BEVANES sacs ceiealon fen ip nie are Eire 237
PH VOCATIONS verccis-c betes hace ece ace eteet Pinel aerate ene Parr Harlow. on. gdue shack cae 349
Ivy preen The. sits ees sete Oates aasteareie Dickens 07....c<545-+55 5 oon cane BO
BY; ADE. 6 oid 5i0 2 eee ee eae SS Mey cr Henty Burton...) ass. + «dee ee eee 199
Jack-in-the-pulpit .s.s.sse sce cueeeccseess seen ys WHIKHED sss-e cee a een oe cone 50
Joy of Spring’...'<.:00 eke ann sabi ovoe Leigh. Hunt, .00ts 050 nke hee eae
Kind old oak, The........ MPa kerr se AMT RE CUES i ikdes ese ioddte eas I
Kind “words: <sc10 sicm’s shia len visto etals Nara''e'n bb, 6 B/6.e 8 > ed aCe CMRI St Ele et ale kip oetiote a ee 14
Tady golden tod iy.asineas adler ee enemas «je (Carrie W. Bronsoni.’. 2 2st aeeree 139
Landing of ‘the pilgtims)-).'\.:.2 sviceasca anon eames Mrs, Hemansia)< tive ees 69
isastdream of thevold. oak: tree*.soaiessin oe eee ere Hans C. Andersen ....53 5. us 131
Leaf; The: anxiGuss \\. couse catia aeiok eee Beechér ast. ow. ck Seats 52
Leaf, The: story OF ani sGes tr wealet etneocied ona Rebecca’ D. :‘Rickoff 6.0, csstune 65
Aoeaves, Autti rin yp cise olaetelotalaice aleletdtam vinto vols eete TS We Higginson .<4. bn eee 181
Leaves came down, How the.........ec.seceees Susan Coolidge ........... dee DSB
eaves: “Dhe.; svete sens pale tata sete a tela ste ee a ee PU eh ee eR as yh, 173
Leaves; The autumn ss wes sisisihte sie ccentuie asl vere dale yi allot 'eiet dp eta Peres lalate Gate tale a ana 59
Legend -of the: a8peniysioss a seickscs ne gic nese évenvvl 4 atten the Sede ae kde emis aslo wlewaiats 163
Lesson of the leaves sc ittessicasnvie Vase hereslaats soot ete ha! Maratea ae atone Maielath ee ete 37

Letters:

Carleton; Wall-e sani awene pierces Sista Ege bed Wane tha oe aia eae sais teats as coe 3OO
Curtis, George William......... nah sre w tla at's Linea raha Valet easy aie walla ie VAR ae 357
PAWSON Las Deere lee sit bralate v1¥ ewes sic hee wk Soleo wietecta aiels Seeiw ie cian eine ae 370
Draper; An Siceiies<wwiss vaeduespese s cera lateherlegetheatel seat alc'e'saretree ao opto tele mie area 371
Emerson; award ow 6 each iss ss seh ees vd era LAW eed sae eee eaten 369
POrmOw sss kapeeciirice cto hea e taws etic cvedisie wet em ate vie-aeel0 oie d alate wipe lata awe ane 360
Headley, J. Sei ees h i ah ece Oba veea cy oa MU Ree aE Ree se teeees ees 365
FLGISNER I ee his eke sa bas pa Fades Fi ewe eae eee Ferien eeubwas eden sawn 369
Longfellow, Alice M............ Caw cteisl ae wee fas eee ee ee Sistiwre sips he Ua sO
Lossing, Benson J ......es.eeeseee Cob Sse Ke cee Soaeepeebeeesseenne seals 366
Lowell, James Russell. ..........20222 see seeseeees 6 edeesaw veaceten see 369
Mitchell, Donald G...c. ccc ccccccavedense sebusesecvions Vmew adie ve olen ape 367
Morton, J. Sterling... 1... sccceecseseseee eee iabde seueeu se widees covecveous See
Murray, David......escecesccsees soccecee sosveee eves shes ease sis Tas ic 358
Northrop, B.G sc. ccecese seccrscccesvesss soerseeeses « Rds are este oe ue GLUT 359
Parkman, Francis... 0. sceccssesse sees ves PERE ie ga IOY Saree Sb iaigtigh s hareee 365

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Liberty, Flower of ... ..-000 sseecsccecsscee SCS See's oow ces atie see mee ole 43
Liberty tree; TE. o.oo = cece cece ewe ce fern Thomas Paine ..... .. ....---. 56
Life in its spring time ... 2.2... seseee cere cneee Meee OLOIOOK, fas . <5 625s oes 106
Life’s forest trees..........-. Pe tddsiewegaecaess Ella Wheeler Wilcox ........... 85
eR MGR a ete bee sks cives Va cea sesnee te ta see Clara Doty Bates........... Sais OS
INES 6 ces Peet aise ni AE Bate tee oe OEY Eee Rete WN IMNIO@D Greet i pea! coy 0a s ese a’ 235
SSS ce tera tee errr --.»- Mrs. M. H. Huntington ........ 80
RP TRNRTIG ine fe dea ais iis Ao a Wiese te Pee aeL 5s «teense ein tneh db Ree cece ences 165,
Little brown seed in the furrow ........... - ++ Ida W. Benham...... Ft we Cait 67
EE trae wane a ta ee net y ee kae a Gucs ¥eb.uw hee ece ee eee 18S
Battie pine tree, The... 22.05.52. 2. ted vigee Eudora S. Bumstead ........... 278
Psttie planter, A 22 5.2.-. - Vettes ine Mantandales 6 emis ce Sy a, See pueseapare
Me CODES 62 ov eee vas ce peas ieee sathmds bce ase eRhi ote wsaincn des 217
ee ON, SENOS oe acco ees aeeta rete eioats tale < Henry R. Jackson. ............ 145
BERING ACen ks'b wh elsw wae eos Ne teal ens epee ee ey ee ts ere 179
Longing, A summer....... Kereta Sai rate Ww a ol nates Genre Amol aoe us ce weie cece 118
a See ee ee ai Cetera cs ate oa ee EGE Shaw evince pewv seuss vedh ~ 261
Love of nature, The.......... Sr deaeoa ekodet oa ME OPOSWOEL row éas cuss ve chine cme 194
Madrona, The... ........+-2e2ssseeeeeeeeees aes ke M Somers :..s.. Cpeeec cae adits , 263
Magnolia-grandiflora .........- ere eee teinee Go. PoGranch: 23.2: rer 138
Maiden Spring; The...........cckes. Papeete nits ess 0 vik Hass ewarvindy es cate 24
ENTS eet ies cee wee ans aat nis tees eeu cceeee s Thos) Ds Englishes cise sins cee 302
Maple, Birds choose the......... 4 Ersoy oe Sisal fOOPEKs <5 sew aun cc esos 206
Mlanie-tree, BEng (0 Me. so oa. soos oe ow cee see eee ee 206
EEE Sea Rye SRE RUN RSEAR I ere 2 IN greta safle oie nia seihe dae pases: oF ence cis dpeet coccs 236
Marriage of the flowers, The...... ee cca tease aD ae RINOTS Ss 0 iid roca eb ed <0 142
Mary and her pet squirrél..........-.....2..... «2. Ret aber ata. Whew oad axis cic 109
OSE En ee COE ee ere ere eee 89
ME iva das Pisnkises<ccse pis seueess ches b> 6 ie ES ene I5Ir
je or ee Rte aCe aun ate visly @ Vb kiasly'ew ca abs’ Sern ed's easesence 186
i eer a ea Maia a sta ots vs Seah Oe pen elena e's Eben i Rexford... ...-.....+ 276
OI BOE wed aicins «ccs ocr ca nslewecenesece Eben E. Rexford... -......02.. 164
DRRVIMRY St -U ies lice esas st vauses peaeeeemercs. dma A. Opper............2-.. 105
May flower, The (Trailing Arbutus)......... . . Goodwin..............-..0+ Bees 2p
ee EMMIS CN a viawemlae Ws wcnwu Gini dass toc necivewe cece cece esee nee coe 233
ERP TRE sien aa tre ss Sb Seb Snty ooh ee nade vse ss IN oe x. Seca vse k's wasn 32
MEAS HORM oboe ae in oS ok sc Seva ci Sine sccecacs ES ST ee eee 53
ae PIOUMIIN AL ardrts le Wvssinwaoeeaasaveciseas cues scencscsece ee Me ee eee
I ER FE ES ea 265
DIAG NCE. Hes Si ewe coset er aces ce ceun eu s's's 2 Ee eee wgheate's Ig2
PGR ORI Pe ene ties Seane b eo cats esis hp. 7m aes MLE paa i aces cis sceeseee 180
PEAY SOR Baw eet oe ws oe sc oe es oe dada ve ceeee (RIE EEALE .. -/o- es ee bse oe GOS
May, The lost... 05 -t ons eee een ee ec eens econ cee AVON cae cw ss ss Sia A'bic ance ewielie 261
DENG, REMY COUN OR eg wean s ves se bac edcenecus Mrs. Hemans....... ..¢+-eeee+s 36
VAC. Oo pee a wenidgehe cava duds Philip Freneau.. . ... 2.600 s0.s%0 172
May, Waiting forthe... .... ee aan Se San wiel SWisn se Gs baldac as --0crccccevewdivic 18
ee eC IME EG Coa U ai ewiniee a Nerd uals Aigwainws enc eciwreicnccescccceesessncebee 299

Meeting of the Dryads, The............ .. tae PRES Ss ns «od nn.< des poe b= 17

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Merry, 8pringc kc. kic shasta teat ban enets Ribiatbar Site fola, MeniSeR paca sp uae er oes Fatah wate tsetse -«/ 180
Michigan trees, A convention OM viedree cvevenee i aaeuerd aire RA Aad arena wal BraLeen Sosa 313
Midsummet s5.04 cas eaOel be tenes ees xen ems Trowbridge ans; mele 9 ciate eatetolp ene 44
Midsummer cngshevosd avecsestiin sive s¥3 senses Abbie Fi Judy i... eens cee 281
Mondamin.......... galery ls Rae DR WK A: Ae EARS BY LOR oetsce bis sons». 16/6 on sieve - 255
MEGT GE NEA Sx ise dian psn dg Ot eh cous haeiece Masitanaeeies Sea iio as issn 94
Monument:of tress Ax cos. cg een coe eee Te Pi CCAR ye ock's s aace ne 312
Morning glory seed. The story of...... Peheuiteye Margaret: Bytinge: «i. cisincepa eee 86
Mother. earth, A song for ossllsa de sense a eee ih j.: B Bethoge rca. cstees Sieeee 23
Motion song — Daisy fair...........eee cece cae Annie Chase. .57¢is::p00 sn tees 57
Mountain and the squirrel, The ...... ......... EMCrsOn e's...’ s/s sn yas wieaee See 94
Mountain: daisy; L0'a. oc ex aes ose gees tea wun Burns 52 a invic.e sposa ance eets See 12T
Mr. ‘Spring's: Concert s:.:2677 sa.eie: oinusterd gin’ s{a ie io.s nF apaliols leGtielsieiuinsaup igs Iolo eaten ates ee cr
Music, Arbor day (See; index to:Miisic: i. > saa wos oe aie semaine Sis eisia a2 Aes ee 381
My -elmetree.isic'sz). iar. ans argue ma teie(emtiareie wc aialaepiaele Rebecea D..Rickoli..3. “eke 49
My home in the wildwood (2.5059 sc 0 eats ois ed pse) dues ee een ro ee eee v6id oe rete 202
Myself «)...uvs.cs wsihieag ots pre vatninw steed aelam wena Harriet... (Asty.’> <aqee'sss esis 310
My CLOG sriciisetiretdsleuielnlo aks pele Santatiancel wrabianiyyehs tatets ses hecsuain heei pals sake tai WEP ee
Naming the tfe@y.os Gaveniedicivicean ester Feta S eaten Mis; .B: Ci Rudel.. 2.5 tee eaten 114
National flower, Tile. salcciee een taxieteipenie’o apiece Lucy, Larcont) sAakaccenake Ss! wORAERT
Nattte. 2.204 RANT th weap Pome tg See Een ard Pope id.ss/iaccy ware ae eae aca ee os 164
Nature, The gladness of .......... eta vtehatets tees Bepant . Duin a wer cone eee 147
Nature, The love of ...... sion Sans Spe ee et Wordsworth 1) 2ssabeaemeres 2a BOA
Nature's temples. caiy toil vc cis ak state w develo siareni David Vedder... 20. Sih od pClatenae 197
Nature; “EYIDOTe TOs ciclo Je a eae sane eect ar siete Mary A. Heermans...........+. 351
"Neath the cottonwood trees sis... esa caesar nies Mrs. Bu CrRude..ss.ass.00ee 277
Now is: the 'timesuiicne ive eews ins oa io Deine a ola era ae i sclene Ue RUS OE a Pah 177
Oak and the mistletoe seed, The..... Sy trey eran ore i PL 117
Oak of Our fAtmers): LHC isis Saese'ca dese sina 6 pate tia cis SOUCY aceon s Mempigasss 30 eee 95
Oak, Plant the is4.+3s02s bhiace Ha veie ves uaneaes Mrs. A. V. McMullen .......... 320
Oak; Dhe~ shes ssn. cos Spas rel railed oo hs te oan Gretura a Alaa George’ Hillieinc cee ae ee 8
Oak THey cock sae necataet A saa re ra ee eet Mrs. -E.Oakes Smith ....% sc. 8
Oaks, BRET Soin aren wie cad ag eeieele Fh s wd evs Montgomery s.:c oo's:e 0's 04:0, 0s eres 167
Osh; THES so sc dar Secon e gee eee ee ay hem wee Be Lowell iis iiecyek ava esdadaebie - 196
Oak; THe Kind Olds ee vo «ais See in dyinrnsk BAAS awe ald aie Oar oes ee Spree I
Oak, BHO UKE cate tec hie ity 0000s ws ae ee) wenelee Henry R. Jackson .....eseessess 145
OaltTGe TOHGs castes pales hiala 0 av ose! e sin'e s:ai0'e 79 aie eco alata geoigiarahalehaierg re elStai A sia. ait iy aie ee 2
POET ee ger ty tty otf an Eee OO errr aces Mary: Howitt), .:--:¢svce0ves samen 56
Oak tree, The last dream of the old............. Hans: iC, Andetsens. ses. camen 131
Oake) Pie sar ae bale tae oilers coins wales ams Belg oh J. C. Johnson.......... ose wise ae
Ode to the trO€8 i fee codec bcc ceareee er cudecenns Maggie M. Welsh...... yo alenotaane 274
Old proverbs, A few... .sceceeeeereeseeeeeneee tees Fete test eeeeareeneneenens 179
Old-fashioned flowers ........0000 seecenccress Ethel (Lynecsss.scs0 3 eeweomas 180
Old man’s counsel, The............e0+.eee8:++- Bryant ..+--.. 9 cote: ain 4 9 ach, 256
Old tree, The. ..c ccc cetccecseccescvecescerenss seresevoune NOR ee 48
Old woods Thevaeepassschepecre ses Jatxel boda Hugh Kelso. oo ciy ose cae cisdetes 350

Olive tree, ‘The......-+++s.- sisuble wpe Rec eten Mrs. Hemavis. 4 os siadive.d iss aise 283

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Olive trees of Palestine....... aa ee sane ind wknw a sole 6 = 6 02 ',0 on ww ane emimee Shs)
nee AP lad ane are adm win nvie,e.&. MATS, ELCMAMS. 22... 2.250 snes tee ea 258
aie RIN Ea cas wink wale a wicies coe cane Rea ener ki iy oie nig win aero m oa 31
SPAN MANAG anraia alias, nch Ga scecs Feralas Dicaiee scofeyare AUER et ciere canta wmode dsceite 33
SMRIMEW MARR ateigeins< sua ssc cn enneseececeeacuse UR RIO WTIUE 5, dase bmn cence ce 169
OS oe See eee Meta dir ia hd coe sieix-nuls a _ ohh ae 118
OT Ss ee er Taylor ...... Ln ee gS
Paims, Under the ...........---- sceceseeseee- George William Curtis.......... 214
MUNRO: CETME so occ sino s(ciew sine Pceees ee ANMNNLEA IGE og sais aioe ak wise no ak sm 298
PMG. PASSWOIK, LHC... 5.2 2c sac csenseseassace PRODIBOMCLY 5. oo 3.55 coe nes ees 99
Peaqh blossoms ............. PO «te eee re Seed CUT Gea ae ee ai 103
Pebble and the acorn, The ..............----.-- WEP GT tase ne 0 exh ola = 15
Petrified fern, The........... AEE yn ee a Mary Lis Branch. 0053.2. se s:0lc 201
BEI NEIGQNGG 26a claw siviacioieas cipin sisvisine. coeasete ME Es! REGGIE sxe ain ee te ews 139
Re Ae SDATH- OF ANE 66 5 Seek ends ecoaee ee ie ee ay eee heads a> g2
Pine tree academy, The......-. -.: Pin wladeens Mew Ree NAN ER ass e ccinleledg saaatawe 168
Pine tree, The ......... EE Eee ae NS Oar eee <- 253
I EReG EMO MILNE. occ once ccs cece cateae cts Eudora S. Bumstead ........... 278
RPE eR OR ra aince eae exc. ct seh sions ns oasscs< PAI OL wie wn sid wikia s maidaseaie news 78
Pilgrims, The landing of the...... A ike cance ae ass ATG; PICUNAD AR i5c% oo s5 5 hake slas 69
lant 2 tree. <..<.-. pwistheheinne «Siw. Deceeithetss AACR SATCOUD a sxjeh in.ccccclnwne ae 24
eee Rees at Gaal ni ttn am wise a vss ples e's wen cian Ha yas mole scaveestes 42
2 ES i nr Mea Gane a Ber a race aaayan esis: jainles wav e/a a6" III
Planting for the future.......... ied bas sites Ppmerick: Te Wright: ..:.\/-s8-05. 12
Peemine OF {NE APPIE WhO... oso. os wesc eee n ee SCO Set rt aoe Ig
Planting the tree .......... Pe we tn amc a's base's Be FP. Watery ss ioc oe cde ce Ls 352
Plant the oak .......... 59 ee See eee Mrs. A. V. McMullen... ....... 320
SS Ie Sey ee ae | Ree ot eee hes Roce 76
ET Ee LS Like oe Oe 152
Popular poplar tree, The..... Ost Pee Blanch W. Howard............. 35
REeMIEO GONG, AMMOTON G.2 oe ecccs cscs scecesseee NL eee ee eee 352
PP REIAeRORG MICE, UDG Sacwn os nen she aces RE AN PAE SE se 87
Programs, Specimen (See Specimen Programs) .. ........ 2.2... wesc eceeeeeee 337
EG Sg Oe ee ree USM elear ial Vaden enc k dees eects 179
RMIAEEIRL SCOUT scan cowl alicedn ets csadeees NS Se ea 297
RECN, CADE a ta'vmsbs waives pode cates gee (tact sede csessne MaVadens ace nee 187
Pussy and the poppies........ ...... MERU SWS acy clan eos ei-e<cecc’s Gass 30
Pussy willow ........ ae Aer ether ee Do ORO ot 336
Rie Tr A WOME, WIRAOW 5s wiv ocis colon medew i taiesscace PRR 2
ee ee: i 7o
Race: of the Towers o5.. 6 o's oss oc. scene's Stl anise aaa aN cies -\0's/cb we sao ad oe. 47
Ready for duty — Daffy-down-dilly. ...........2. 2c ceeeeeceeee RRS s wis oa:4s area 145
Reaper, The dreamer and the ....~. 2. s..e:.-. ON 2S 12
MPI oi Ne Ue Ae MENG ease sive clo: Gk Chin. Seire.e!a% St | SE: a go
MOTE GB yO eR ee ee es SURMISE... we ce cn 36
Return of Spring... ......... me aa s ndhlee aba So eS ee 107

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Return of the birds, The...... ........ aieteferstate Bryants, 5.0. vitaneees iy wales eae
Rhodoray/THEs.3 pads owes so ckes wo obee es HiMETSON. 85 on vas ssa Oen oto ee
River's supplicatlon> THe; cick [sachs 'weee vu cote MARTE AR GS ye cess eve <eeReae «. 271
Robiniand chicken %65) sie oninie oie deg a oselatsleaierate iat fo taletaiplateletelata tots alels elo's tap Shee Ve sae
Robin; Poolist: little sic os oi. 0 ia a eis Ss iaicteloralp agen wibialoletegnnails Bien eins” wie y ine a 86
RODIN FEG-Dreast cic). 0!t's (ain ie wraleeancatewa aceite stolonels 5. Ay Matherssii.-ss:co0 saree re. or)
Robin red-breast's ‘Secret. ...06..0ssis dos. {uc ses wd da ae ee eee Fhe oe 65 eh OO
Robin's COME. 10.2 Vs 06 v's wlv'c 4:8 a ve ons wb pole a ee eee 6's bee Pelg Seaanreni spe oy te ei 39
RODIN ThE yi. wi) Sys eis 5 ov bs Ne eperes vee emhn Whittier ut teckigeoves seams 219
Robin told, What........ .. eke ee te ec George: Coopern> ities oh sea ee 269
Rock a-bye baby, on the tree'topi.ss.ecs isckss dee se celeos so suuiee ss eee sense eas #. 309
ROSE 0.0 2.6'0 60 0) ose ncaa dsc ced hw ee b pale .ece yw 614s wretulle ateislgr Side Ripyaipr es are anne a nt aan ? 269
Rose, A child :t0 as wii cs ies ee ece east sy bias en. esleulaw waa e mammne fade ete sone 163
ROSES: sunk) Saiefalece oars tele eh apie aint ese aie Edgar Faweett.........+..-seees 54
Rose, Song: of thes 3.5 cesses ce Seta mata el setae aia Mrs. Browning.... ....... es OO
Roses, Two little........ RST rs Tir TI” julia P. Ballard ..%.., 20.2.4 4060 enn
Rose; The. packessseheaweeten ae ceucces Wc eas Moore.) 2S N.0 cones eee wah OO
Rose, The sweet red... sss. 5000) aaa es be ze eeans Joel Stach.cev ils Oss aa Vanes BOG
Rose-trée; The pretty. 2.7 '.Ss.c civ atsusisveein's awareiomieiete a maratistats Shanes o's 2 87
Scripture selectiGnsS OM tEOGs siv Ha:5sre pininiste’oolervlale eth ated eial oa teriaic OR en a eee oessane BAG
Seasons, Tho .:cccasieysn seuss Seah seen ssae» Katie Dy Walster...c...05 verse 109
Seasons, The... cieineicnd 0:00. sceveene cs eeeeainn .. M. E. N. Hatheway..... ava ~isna) Gey
Setret/ Dhesvesnsic sf auele soso soe seh at 5 fase Saline vn ting ashes Wotae la Biel seme sas Wislece ae ate SDN I
SEC UMS: ia nv brew create coe 65 coals Rin PER ocolarewielenie ely ee eon ee KO ery 209
Seed WOLd. iG 6 drs 5ssl eos Se eee 5:4 wle:-6)%e' nig tae 9 U0 016 fel A fae /o feta eg gtd Wan i Oo 189
Sermon from a thorn-appletree,.......... piviciele te Emily H. Miller 7.4.90 nee ee 216
Shade-tree planting association...........04 sees Je Ly Bagge. ex ok wilere tea CNT 347
Ship, The building of the’... o....5 se. -sseeee® LOngEOW'sS . 2.8. eevee @nenen 257
Shut: yOUtCate Alo: diverse Vere eis wise Nara woe eriaenee Mrs, B. Ci Rudeie02 ieee 254
Silence is golden........0ss.ceere diglu le: avers (ee eo a abl Vata lelo wie =e ea opeeare ee IR eee staleele meee 128
Sing aASOng COS sn win Stk views is cia’ e DoS leeaielewle wales te swiaewiara voh'oa ene cea Vive eR eeme 184
Soliloquy of Douglas —Solemnity ............02 secccceevcsevscres cedevs seus 9
Somebody's Knocking. ......eesseesecesees foes ve stunted telces Cetin ss ew ee 102
Song for Mayy:Acssistcanie sie woe cvvvesndenguaicies Eben: E. ‘Rexford. siesy st aen 164
Song for tree-planting.#......0....0.0sse008 see pata J. Underwoodiins cs seben 349
Song Of CONSECratiON..j.0 cess eevescesscsi cess E. A. Holbrook.......... cisaee 299
Sonp-Ol GEGicaltGn wie) c aia oobi gece Sixanaies Ellen Beauchamp.2.:%55 J. (sae 348
Sone A eMC CED hiss a. '5 oie esd eisiae svete vinnie E. A. Holbrook... ....% Sy at 206
Song Of WS LOSE yas wien oi vivcivie ob wien sole Gee Mrs. Brownings:i0.cs ise. Sees + 200:
Song:tO MOtMereattn As ooics ccecevssstoecdvees J. He Reiloge.sc.*.. (ne ee 23
Song, The blue DITd's... cco c cece see eceevevect sa eumwbsas Rete shen 00 6 ones eeiens 71
Song (0 theRfeeSis akc cceweseveredsen veut Vs WDE ioe ais vale We're om 270
Soul in grass and flowers, A....... weecsesseece EGWOLL Hass ebicwire eae keleeln’e eeoane 178
Spare WOO pares s bowtie von eis eens ed onees Madame Michelet........ AT fe,
Specimen programs :

Clyde) By esis cies ewes uc ce a4 teins 6 sews ty ame e anne ee enn ra Me ele Ro ke 340

Bed rrviva SAN oo Wieaiass 6 6 oo sas oe tone ike 3.0 blere sels wt bea sewed ala eal ae wl dh lol '4 a 4 a oe am iota

TWOP Ye Se iis os Sido c one san 2's w oiacy wrdelpvald ap ete lens etaG mAs oie ae ence ane nn 337

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Specimen progams — Continued : PAGE.
Maiahwirs Nek oe e nese oer so es a aae Pa whine Makan sods + ax Dd vile y Sueen'sle cela 339
De ge oe) ao CR es ene Sadiec ance Sasdas deb Sabetis owe 341
Port Henry, N. Y¥., 1888......... UG AMM RM AW) Selwd oAvtns sSecc comacedehend 369
eM SUMEN GL TEOOs ooo Gy dean od dehyee + 2 Shes S ane ss sce ccc wcccenceenens 357
DO Se oe Cy CREE OLE ECL 340
Watertown, N. Y.......:.2.222.-2-ceeeseee eee See teas Sadeetess a veCs ce 338
OS Ee ee ree ere rer Fett aes John Sterling...... oe ea eee 7
RUUEIE CIE PIOOUTY, TGR es. OSS oh ia kes cue ce Rongietlow fo. 6 sci dss. cccese is 152
Spirit of the pine, The. .::.. 62. 526 ...0-000-3.- 2 en ae oe ers eee etheats 92
eorieeiss.' sts. Sasso tweed Sh ee ee oe, Henry: Timrod 22... ssc-2.2..-. 61
SS osteo ier or Pe eeeta! mAS ume Longfellow ..<-......5..... So20) 156
ER ae ya ct eet blac seve os Se mee sass seuciss Bare: M. Mi Dodge... °....:...- 165
DU eRe ret 2 eae ae eas ash ieee Goaliz, Chaxter. s<.. .stsse.ce.82~. 177
RRS SA Se Pa ea ee eee OMNEON scan a4 nha ss mov eess wah 197
Spring and summer........ Raa ee «tm SeUCMOCONPackseb sods shdvciehesusi «cbs ese 22
poring. -A walk in. .=2- i... 05 ts. oie win tE Ne fae MOMIGOMELY. «0055500 k 000 scadccs 281
rey, Ssremtnings OF... a ck ca sss i ese fds Mrs. Hemans............ Satasd 158
SE A ae ee ere eke OEMOON 5 ov dn de cwu Sove's Ss sxa ERT
Spring, Effects of......... ... Pete sees skecs | WHEOD Ss oo 55 cas ce ger 88 Koop aes 183
SINE Cee ed pir icns des deck aas tb wavie: sbicseenacs see ces Wan ae pawheace 11g
Spring is coming..... Pres uktare ee eels iiaclas. Weaaey | o's Gavaargewecaaebeutsycelod
Spring, Joy of ............ a eeles's'os eheevesslee Seige Mantsis.c.scecieeee ll eae 166
ay SBE ESS ee oe ee ee PWe Soult PAGS Aes 180
Spring morning...................... see ceewet BEDE cai SAS; Guctxesa nea tae Tae x
Spring pointing to God..............02..ec0e0e EGOS we natee sess Sane aek aves 32% 150
ar Ch Gvece ergs ess ast n excess heeds EAYIOF s.es.e. ce Re re bee eee 107
ES CREE Seat eC See Ula ce ent siny WH. «bbs Uaa creates sds bbs ced ssacce - 112
“spring song -.....-... a ee SS ees gf SS a 184
pony gong... <.'255..0-- Pepe css Tone SeGe y ue emte EAMWIOIM 0.5 Sec. OSes 5s 202
REN nL et ck) GA edwieeyuocewi swcrcceecesacccaads 24
RS Sa eres PIE REE SR MCG e ahaons avs'ciccscusaccidscee os 328
Spring-time is coming . ...........-... Gone hs Walla siewale ewww s'cis Se odes 500% baa aide 218
SES 6 ene Spe eee RGIENETIONG Qo sc5 s.%. 22 165
: Spring, The voice of.......-......-. 200.205 Seca? EE. RACUMANS SSS. cos cece ace «ut 562
eRe MC MMSENINT Ca. OS ate od ha ssc sain'e vclemd Awnbe! Witu wens we pe ene ry ie
Seteprati-i1t the forest, (ENE oo. 5 </ic''0's o's’ 0's! “ae we'e's’s PMGSs-GrOUld ts os 03s Senes ee . 104
Story of a leaf, The....... Annals a sh Seale eels we Rebecca D. Rickoff.......... .. 65
MUNA RAIR WARN AMO oS. foe Se os o's ak cules DMIOIGeE & Wa Sa ess sc lev enc 220
Story of the morning-glory seed .....:......... Margaret Eytinge ........... ceeeiae
Summer, A dream of......... Raeelvic ahaa alata Pe eM EOT tae waie's's se a's os > one o'cs 236
Summer longing, A..... Pye eres soca antares George Arnold. ................ 118
MEER ease ee as esd ead sas kee oO esee ee Mrs. Hemans......... ey ey IIo
Sunrise on the hills ......... Broamwiee chatchatalas Tolan (LE a rere ee 154
eee Se eS ree MMMGLEOUG gad toys so Poo cnc cee eee gl
Sunshine .......... PC PER Fel ere oes. SUL PE ee Sense eee 233
Swallows sing ?— What is the song the.......... PU RRUUMNOE Ww os sso science 193
Sweet red rose, The ........ Neeser chen Faced Sap es 2

ett RAO asa asa t aentisc reo 6 vieecs (2 RCS ea Eudora S. Bumstead............ IOI

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Talking in their sleep ........ ... NT és ces BOMh OM. Thomass.s.ssae 4100p 0 ais
Dalits Oi: ORs iaawilic sts ain wareacs dean \enls weacr acts FIGLOOS 5 canis ae ainkeia bw ale wires 266
They' ye. cut the wood Mwy 564.05 koe sco cuslbee ane hho aeheae eile wiles aan oberg
Thorn-apple tree, A sermon from a..........4-. Enily H. Miller... ..:. censenen 216
Thou hie me aie JOrest ys 62... adwges uss Usha aay Ae RGR Rab were ate Sree der ekO
EO a Be a Bs 5 o's 3s ee eden nance cae ce Barns). svniean's 3) 6's0 00k sw oles veer 121
TOR DIRS TTC. 6 he con! yen yeera hatte ans cet i ale 43 AAO WOIL Ss eas .a'sis'y Cin bre aii nine ered es jos
PongueSs In TEES (oF css tay ceed eee os epaice sas SHARSPOAEO Cae 2 ares awe ae ae f sac20e
AD THO MAOCOMON« «5:55 << ea's.5.5 Hapa ore heen eat Lowell <..ciaiexnis peak pon toa e Bad
Trailing arbutus, The..............- vena eia mee Rose Terry ‘Cooke... 3-5 si stsienn 84
airailing arbutus; Theis «lemieesswiniae veessecvees Whittier... .:..sivsdsiaigecn yy oe eine eee
Trailing arbutus— The May flower ............. Goodwin... 2.12 bh a¢asice eee 261
Tribute to Nature. « oss cksiee ha enews eee eR whee «s Mary A.-Heermans. <.ic.senuee 351
Tree burial, cic 3 diecistene ake amo eas we teen Bryanl casin anya ceckane cso slemiyeee
‘LY OO LAI ow 'viets Salou Seniesa teas seeeesees-e+6 Lady Winchelsea...... Pi 279
Trée, MY. occas 6 ccinns an aee el a Rees as aan Sine yer eh. 9%e ante leis in} 8s era ie kin ie aoe oe 102
Tree, Naming: the:..wesses503 ee etiae tok eae sees « Mrs:.B, Cy Rude... scassheme ane Il4
Pree. of state: Thelv ds ase casten aoN ees eserve. oo Mrs. B.C: Rudess . sissies
aree, Plant dx. oe eceiske See ureters ite oa ten eres Lucy Larcom ...... wie fe. qta bbareet se See
Gree. plantings Jceusagocwecee sete rae Rhee eee ees B Bittsscracccueean ee: 75
Tree: planting, Songforct:.)as..5000s Ae i ort Sara J. Underwood isi ....5.dsee5 349
Tree, Planting thes ii10.6.05 tes kke og eee oo; BoP, Waterbury: ic scr neeee 352
Tree that tried to grow, The... + ...5.sso7000, o08s Francis Lee: ..\so<s.: sa smereee 113
MECCLE UNE). 7.1 Sacelste ge aren eo eit Binore sleaes $o.0:3 AEJOTRSO DS s,c.c\sievell sole ae enter nan 176
Pree, The s\) 2 acy ae eh PEE Fe ree Se Steg os Jones Very.) i:c)spras eee ene 237
ETGG; NO CIASS. cia one aes e éceutiioalens seine cucaaiee Emma'S: Thomas’, iss sssa eee
Tree,. The gingerbread. ......0.09%: Srstakrsts ite «+, Harriet-P? Spofford:i..chs<.sae ens:
Tree;: The historic; of Chicago .ic is 5.05.0 205e0-veis. bros tee Lae ORe baie a ee 217
Tree, The liberty... ..ssseises es Setalaig: cen Pee Re eR Thomas) Paine. 4c -ewreant én oi, He
Tree,. Theoaky.. sexs’ La eA TE ULES eee nko SECIS Mary Howitt... 3. sa s.eseanee 56
Tree, 2 THe sOld:, 525 so cls oieisiece oie s-0's ec 9:0 Ranken gue oe tele e. We hye wine ee tebens ete rane eee 48
Ereé,> Phe popular POPlany .c.xsneepew aes, sales es Blanch. 'W:-Howatd.~si00 enue 35
Tree; The woadertalieck sss eis dso k ee tienen ae oo aivlalaa hh way eae <evaaen «ik ee
Tree, Under the greenwood .... .....eeceeves >a Shakspeare's.:.'saewn waiets 38 kets me: LOT
FCO) WV ORGS LOT LUG 4 ccs kino’ o~ 9 ak paid aie Vipibanrs wre Conway s'san sisine poss earns rer
Trees—A class €XefrciSe.........0...00085 eee beeen eee teen eee tee serene sistas
Trees; A) convention of Michigans. ..5 344.0% si. eyes ninpeleleee MENON Meare ee 313.
"Trees. A GISCOMTSO OI oa tals 03554 tule leciaa ss se wmibiee Beech er vn.« ssc ae seas ae elo hata 324
Trees, Age Of... siicveieccccsreccerces seeesiee 000s sustinaeed eaeie eee eeeyis beaind 170
Trees, AMONg the......cecceee covcvecsecesece Bryant .o1siea0n 55 0K eaSieigieayetey .» 284
Trees, A) MOnUuMent Of i sees cs cecisescweesssiensn J. P. McCaskey. es), 00s ccvaps ae
Trees and vines, The best...........-+ ad. paste W.. J. Milne. 6 000 inne sense 347
Trees, Beautiful ....... ‘ee ececeres wre eeerovencs A. L.R...., 0 Fe dwieinn aes s 6 ene 5 311
Trees, Bolehill .nrei sce. cteces sees vceeseevas ves Montgomery... ..ecseececencs ems 287
Trees, California’s giant ......cceecesecceccunes sareetessccssecscaccs obs is cece ane 272
Trees, Famous and curious ..... alg’ We e:0 0-0 5d di ght een beth Sele eR ee alae hihae Rieeie te 8 ae
Trees, Historic.......+-eee:ceee oo ceccccooscce BOWard C. Delano ...5.5ccasuan 294

Trees, Historical, told in rhyme....... ote oie tn ee AsO) My SEAAOIOY enn es hkWs detpiaedae

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Trees, How to plant,— what to plant............ U. S. Department of Agriculture, 353
SRROON AM CNY os aay op pee sebnes ede 05 60ers es EMORY NCA oor ad cue cise ump ess 245
Trees, In praise of .............- een me aos DEON 6 ood oo 30-5 nn ot e api aie ae 262
Trees, Ode to the ...........20.. Rakcive ronan Maggie M. Welsh.............. 274
PL UCOR OS COUR iy oan as see ose BR a ee axes ol Om
Trees of history and mythology. ........-....... F. L. Sheldon................. 291
Trees of the Bible...........- PR hie sistant se eects DERE GRINIGOT 2) nigle e's accie Sie n)s\a:s 248
PUN ee oe bo bas’ vee aes ws Suyatahin waae x peters Professor Wilson....... ....... 321
Tree’s, record of its life, A....-...... 2 Sn) ee Oe 293
IO AO RNG a did ly cda uals adanaes once cogs «Po. We MADNGE oon esc ewennccnecs 270
Trees, Spare the ..... EE oo SR ae ee ee OES ES a ee eee 218
‘Trees, The forest........ Deaccameweeees et a ss pp soy Pe ss Ae Se tea ee 3
SS a FN SERS Se Ree eee RMN Cade eeaa stb was 6 oho an oe% 260
TR PEMA WORE DUES ccc sa ccccadeness, Vosasestnsecescccus Be cach aoe 73
Two little roses ........ Fite e parked oe ee GM a DIAN, case onthe seh ae es 97
Under the apple tree ....... stevevscccens Sa ae, RUNeR DOT A ATO oie ce asesase 108
Under the greenwood tree ..... ....ceeceeees Se ER BOER 550-0 causes os stipst > gI
Under the old elm ...... Me ubwwate«radaé, «as P| | ee ee tea eee wae Dies 238
Under the palms 6 ST ee ra eee CPE ee wgvees George William Curtis.......... 214
Under the Washington Elm...... Shoe waede dee POL RAOMNON caw ee n'es'5 62 Seca whee’ ¢» 140
Under the willows .........0s.00-+.0. ee eee PAWE rte ces ves ice sBia'vies soe 241
Unfading evergreen, The........... Ee Mi appOecs bas at wibGaweds yaa ace sade eovewes 46
RR cee a ae ee aaa wanienssebesscemtie« PRGIEN Me CONGUE. 256 ooist cues sus I4I
Use of Arbor day, The..... .- OS Aue A RS oe Oo on eee Pe 296,
SL WEIR RE Dane Cals ag cccsaascles sass sso Maty Howitt. ..% c..ccececccccss 63
Vine and the oak, The.......... «12.220 Bea Min eh id ics Suv dis oie ex'o'd's 46
PRM SER NO Ry e-dla city ee celsue tn cds.x:e se SP Cee EWES snack Cass buck ae cs wueloes 230
Violet, The wild........... Seer Pare Ais | ad CS” Oe ee 144
Voice of the grass, The...... waeoeinwn he Seep eats SSRN MODOTIGS cos 6cc06 ss cesses 38
CME ME SEMI ANNO a coed cy maccncavecde céecce RATS. PACIUANS ~ ice csc ccc ee Sricmae OR
CMO as ae Loven ane tusccoveese as BUMICMOM Gi Nss'nesecaxvsssacie 289
EEO MECC a iea c's kx vcloneensam acne ane cs SE aide does oaths. seeds 185
ramen for the May locos esi c cae ee decee 2 ey oe SAREE Sar 18
Waiting to grow............. SRST Mae E URES CLE Val cndeeics esa cece sacs eine 130
ES se ee ene ee Montgomery..................-+- 281
Washington elm, Under the........ ....... -. UNE soe oon oe wipe wn sida e 5 140
EE ein U Eee wh eS ae Mic ye Sav aUed ewe) Sec edt nce bicceccsstccrecscctcce 299
PREM ICE TMAIO OL. 06 Kinin ns aac. oe.0 sts Ses es RAGUMMOIMIOE oe ww c occ sec eaeas 322
What is the song the swallows sing?............ ON eee eee 193
RRNA RENEE OUNEN 5's, sla hid on Bu ccaiviescpnctacsees ee ee 269
MRE RPE DNS AMOGHOU SUL is. cece seeenses scsncsieeuds a Eee ae
When the green gets back in the trees........... ONG x55 0 ocle essay weet 72
OWN ESRIG MEOW TO MIRRG Ds fo Soe cdae Ss eee cere ne fone ewer ew ss pe ceeee sesesceres 85
Wild thorn blossoms ...-.......--... Revcaevees POUMM Se MOUGT ss... occ ecw ene 289
Wild violet, The ..... Plata: ete ehtys cok cases ae CUE EG SS a ee 144

Cer. Mie SM SC RIME Swed gwen wOsaeeusnte sa Usa cese ccs cs cece ccccce conve 202

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. Willow, Pussyx.cc ewes acess eee Fa Stel eten’s S/e3-S 9 atng ates Seb sb eat ealb ven Cette 336
Willow treé; “Phe: 222 0ts-e ee esa ketene aan ees Eliza Cook's: % ss ste Xs eee Re 30
Willows, Opri2its caeesacscse csv bene wrelbeees aes bia Vieu bbe eee'y Saws Cee 118
Willows, Unger thes. ica s eee ginna swale ee iodo Lowell). pac siietas sc os ceee ee eee
Winter, Good-bye ......... toe etideie a anemiee ans oC. Ss Stones sci viaes ic0se ee osem 177
Wonderful one-hoss shay, The..... Ris SRE ee Holmes: i... ER See acs + 6 3s4 pe
Wonderful ‘tree;:-Thes . 62. 5 cnc ve sacle a 0's 5 Se Sel won at Rae ate Stk oe OU ceatnee +. 159
Wood, Inscription for the entrance toa ......... Bryant vestss tease iaeceee es coos 246
Wood the old cUech tia At ocitireesam sansa t es emieie Hugh Kelson: a iinciteie ace ieee.
Woodland hymn, A.............. Pere eh Phebe. A. Holder. . 0. .t..4 sahea 122
Woodland in‘spring; “The 73 osecas ee cee ace ees Cowper is: .i43.4 Sih ics ets ane 148
Woodman, spare that tree. ...... 26. .esceescese MOtviss sc..s35' baka oeteee Sa os- 28
‘Woodman; spare ‘that'tree; History of poem: <2... case ava ess Semen ey ee iionweee 29
Woods, By summer ........scesecscerees eT ee er voevcesnee ewes ee 162
Words fromthe trees. inves en cee ee ee ont 406) CONWAY: 041.0505 406 eb aoa eee 26.
Wordsworth, T0;. vc entec ane cl bine ema aineie ©. -F. Emerson.ac)35,c00e elena IgI
Wiew, Theis c4 25.5 genes seats eee Se etetis Seneees Bryant. sc se cuv.cation aetna 138
Young Timothy and the forget-me-nots......... Estelle Thomson.,..........++- 99

Young dandelion, The............. Miveachils tai siacey brs 3 Craika intense s pre'comeease lege tee

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_ Advent of Spring............+-...-. --+--+--- DEE A ee Fee eee 407
- Apple aioe, owes Neath the Old 27. 5. . 2s... se cnwse -ccwin cies ecse recs 428
OE a IO ee eS Se On ee 381
URE POUT Olas n= a's aig d > am ch dh oe me vices neue ARSE Ratk awe kes einen dane 424
TINT RESUMIUE Coe tard od ashe ds cscs vad eee swans Paksea Wa bone aete a a 386
Pecatitatnl are the Mountains 2... 5... 25 ee ee cece cece ence Secu sea 429
esas wba nas Suvitinege ese hessaccvceenecse 436
-meautiunl Spring Time... . 2.2.2.2... 2200-200. eR Cer 414
NETS BARING lee Su pin ww sce nn a bees ob eecsicen--seesncesecses ay re 402
ee ee ol cin Sielt ag - sw cbs «05. cs0is wees cceese os 415
a ON Cat he a wig ce isd Siwied/ owap see's ie< vies scwecess 387
eS law a nw cleink Goa aevscresu-e cebecsce 417
SE Gales SCA Sia diel Sirslo minis. + +s ve dip sod coco onea avecess 426
ORES Ee OO ee eee ee 421
OE SEE ee ee 401
aera lei Sip SG <scwsinsed'vs- «cess cds Vscccctsneses snes 387
PRUE SOEs pain 56k secs ce, wees 0 a a eee 389
MINE CREE EUG sala Soe snc eliccdwe ears ncsasuesccscccccsee-cccce 43
i ee eG ek rite sc sasWa ea GUslsetacia'cessscce coecnce 423
ERO oe Lt dwineloateitg bea ucle sks 66s 42% 20sescccecccaeece 422
March for the Children Sah then Webs aeaeeree es SEPERATE Soe sav nes d owen 3
> 418
re CON STA Up sek Winn tanid’cSesccsisc-e ss. 200. wes 419
een re RORNING CeMMICSES: CONNIE Joga cheered os 6 ccc ss cece cece ese eeee noes 385
ENT BS GO sr cn uate ee
SS ey EE A SS, 427
Polish May Song...... RG aerasceuevene dst es . ae Sada EE
ES 434
. Protect us Through the rang RRR Uae asia ice class ss secu nd. 407
a ESOS RRR ss SE SS 396
NOM MEET a nica, adie eMwie cicnipiow es Geiewe as ccc cece cans cons 404
Ca ST 0B ee 421
Suits MONEE IMPE RING DOUNLVED SHOT cs cas rae eee See Gace eee. sees eee 22 oe) aaa
Song of the Maple............. er EE a oo a dec eke 422

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SPTINM .0:0.-ja/s'a,s.drpole RRS AURA « hoalg ea rm eaaGe disk hae kas aims 6. seta’ er 433
Spring Song, As fo eee dhe on osama: 2S wily Sk aA Caley ole os ae ae 389
Spring: Time. cin oense tac s > roth ears eens EIR Pre Nain wath a ae 437
Swinging 'Neath:the Old Apple Tree «5.5 0ieien ca ap anes vnc ieenee 428
Through the Lovely Vale: 2. 295d. 25056 «sues Sense soaps ks 431
Time‘of the Singing of Birds, Thes 3. os An Joes rae ee poe, potas Ce 421
Violet, TRG. casey hess Ra c's aielele she acais'e eleRiptg eiacus ee alae ee veg a aa 430
We Greet Thee, Merry Spring. Timeé...)... Sis. eee eres ee ean eg ee eae 393
Weilcomé Spring, The \...:<(: 46 ihc see wide Na Una do ea eed ay ee . 406
Welcome to: the Porest: .:50'ss 505 sea ee sk arte eee eee Ree PRM ry eaten Sie 393
We-Lift Our Tuneful Voices. i500 c.50 5.202585 sere wa pra i see 431
What the Little: Things Sdidhs, 05. Satis hae meas see oe tne eae 395
Woodman, Spare that Tree. : 25.46 sa teres ve sge csc tees oaet eee ane soma 425

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Is SAERIE DP oe Pere Sec hi cai oe cteaanee 322
MASS EPS SES CS eS a ee eee 204
oN SAR, eh PS ee ee eens 33
OE EO SE [a aes SIS ie ane es ee 184
Allen, Elizabeth A-.-.-.---.----------- 108, 150, 282
1 ee Ns 8 2s ae ene ete 119

Andersen, Hans Christian _-.--...--.--------- 131
Peeps Seerriet Koos oS aces 310
PO SE ee ae ee ee 118
co ee Ee aS ee ee eee ees 97
Bagg, J. L_-_..--------------------------2-0--- 347
CUO ELECT E Aa eR Se eee nee 97
OS ECS: Ne SRS SASS alae ee ere 347
CN ADE) ROY ain eo ae a a ee 303
CR SE Ss Bat YBa Aero ee 209
Beauchamp, El'en- -------------------- 322, 348, 350
OD SESE 5) a ee eee 52, 273, 324
Beede, Eva J-- seek Cries SE
Benham, Carrie W ey ae 139
Benham, Ida W---- wer eek, OF
OS ee eS ee na 176
OR DEERE a en 246
Bowring, Sir J. -.---------- en 169
SE) EAD: RS PE ee a 201
PORE Wate ta soe ste Sows s obo cncew ees 259
OOD ROS 9 ea a ee 106
ET a CE Ee ere ee re 200
0 a BS a SEs Ae ee ee 150

Bryant-_-.-4, 19, 39, 42, 66, 138, 147, 217, 237, 240, 246
256, 259, 271, 278, 282, 284, 288

Borhee, niily J... 2. -2255--++0-.-<-<5------- 203
RO EU ULOR? 228 res enna ae cane 303
Homestead, Endora 'S.-.-.----.-. --.--.--.- 106, 278
OTN SSE Se ee ee eee eer Ir, 121, 271%
OE Co ee eee ee ae 297
BTS 8 15 CS pe pe ee 199
Cor Ry aes ae epee eet a 5 era 7s
POS So RG. 2S SUE ee eee ee er ee 143
Te SS saa lll I reer ees 64, 194, 288
Seeipoel veers. sear c~ 2 2s-- 25 -e= =< 95, 200, 302
Uaty, Alice 2.5522 <+ 22-5225 --=2550-5----=-- 72, 246
oe ey a eae Sa Ses Pa eee 85, 320
epee) Ose i lhl SS as ERIE = Be op 190
ge ETE eh ES ASS, SE ee Ue smear 58, 183
Oe. oe ee ae oe ee 276.
CO) Cy Ane a SS eee gs aie ee Pree ey 15
Co) 45 a) AT a ee pace eer Pie ero 230
BC eae Site A i ee pha ae tae ee 164
ERR Pena on Soa nna wa ane eae nt cea 134

PAGE.
CAMIVEN Ro beeen gare oa oucoph a saehecs Too
TONGA Aig re ae oe oe nce emacs 26
oN SURE te 8 oes ok aka 3, 30
Cooks “Rose Pr ee oak see ee 84
RMN G7 SARUM gon dou ease aewacenenee 198
DOE. SCOP Oso oon ong ds soo c es ne eace 269, 283
Saar, Susan k= 222. ie Jsacdec ce sens ccs 128, 206
ERE a ee a pee ea eee 103, 148, 195, 231
ReRMIR LORS en cas) so Soo taka ceo naken 64, 155
ROMRNS ARSC Won foe obs 211, 214
WAMIORE SIUAT Sh ahns ean) oe cunts bons ke weanae 289
1B ES YE AE EUS Shae a a ee a Re a PR 294, 207
PEE cere oe as ane tas eacsas nse 58
PROMO ITS. ORLY nc cos acca a sce oanke ne eaneee 165
Pe SR Fy OS ei ee a pan eee ey na ari 264
Bae eR Ed | ES GS RR gee yt ee eee 352
EMS, Ahn raanasn 5 oon SU ho —- 342, 343
a RRO SEES. et SE SS ae eee 281
Ue Sy Se epee eee fe ee ee a 304
RRPMROM BER casiacasaaaie unacaarn seen 12
OE AG) ee eae Oe ae ees 130
PRIMO RSON RC 8 teen Seda. pes sdew eda ons 268, 273
RM RRR aces otoe ace chao nee ce ene 94, 3°3
PRINS TRRE Sate. fea ne stoma a caus sees 191
8 See ee pa
Co a a a ee 86
iB Wret aie. a ce ce 6, 54
OS) aS Se eee 84
MIE RECO GtW 22 = os nook 290
ssa) a SR Se ay ee cre 215
CSU Sa a 172
(De ah SL ye a es ce ee aR pe 77
UIE El ee ae. So a ccc ectesese 25
SEAS 0 eS Y, a ee 269
Sagueneee IS IOINGe eo 2 oe So ewe 9, 256
Goodwin, Hopestill _.......-......--------- 252, 261
Oe RG SS) 3 Boy a ae eel 16, 103, 104, 144
ae SO SS er ee 129, 173
SRPEEE PEN eee oes s = 5 i 554 soos ceeeeuce 249
UR ee 138
OO Bee 4 2 ae Eee 148
en Rae eo oo son cow anidce= 87
Pe a oes 205, 349
PP A Sa 0. Cee ee roe 175
Peeweoee sates ooo c1e oo... = fo cans 202
MS SS Se aia eee oe 139
pS O_O ee See ee 351

456 INDEX TO AUTHORS.

PAGE PAGE
Hehtie'ac5nctuwesucsene Seamer conanne cease rir | Percy, Thomas...-.......++2----enesessesnneee 308
Hemans, Mrs-..---.- 36, 69, 82, 100, rrr, 159, 190, 258 Piatt; Sarah MB... «5-1. 3... enteuseaveueeee 280

279, 283 |, POpe._-----.22 552-22. cade eocenes 100, 164, 181, 187
Higbee: (Rae ec ace tn er eee 323 | Pratt, Anna M_._.. 2... ..22--2 2.22 -e seen eed 368
Higginson, ROD ie Mea aie, FG: eT EN eee hb ig 181 Pride, Apna Re. 2252, seencsa eden ceeeeeeee 27
Aig evsW STKCR pe wesawecsnvene an-onsec sas 305, 306 | Read T.B
Hill, George 8 PERE ats Taare 45
Ate hag ately wugeehel at gin ee chan: Ws cag Rexford tev Ei) 1-422. 50s. 2st eee 164, 276
olbrook, E. A.--........2..- 706, 161, 206, 299, 348 Ritkof, Rébéces DE: 2: 8:4... es eee 49, 65
Holder) Phebe AS occ cos fs ae 122 Riler:. FW Se a
HIGIMES OS Wied dacens coe tae 17,43, 81; 140, 264,966 | Roberts, Sarah c.6re. ce kee ee 38
Howard, Blanch W--....-..-.--.-------------- 35° | Roosa, Cingie De et Soltis er sa
Howitt, Mary Nee ea ag are ot ee 56, 63, 191 Rude, Mrs. B. Ci SS Ete 114, 161, 231, 254, 264, 277
Hunt, Leigh..........-.-.------ 24, 25, 166, 258, 288 | Ruskin, John ..-. ........-....-- x63
Huntington, Mrs. M. H.-.-....----.------------- 80 Rutherford, Lily ee ee 165
Irving --.---------------------+---+ +202 seen ene 933. | ‘Sanford; H.R iiss ote ee om
Jackson, Helen Hunt -..2.0.... --ccsetecsosen 25 | Scharff, V. E roto rest ee etn n ences eenee eens eee ne 168
Jackson, Henry 2Ri<227-.022- eee eee Ts) ScOtt - 1220s ecse scene stwenenen mane 78, 179, 189, 247
Jacobs, Sarah Sib. sic cu oa cote eee 247 | Shakspeare -...-.------+----45, 91, 144, 197, 259, 262
Jewett, Sara .O: sock ee nwo eae 141 Sharpe, May B ...,....-2<-asswoussen@anseunaee 25
Johnson: J. C2sedsn ese wack alee en ee 235 Sheldon, F, L.....- 22... 02. .0z0pec¢ennseunauege 293
Jo; Abbie Bic. c.tsacegacps cue 28x | Short, S.S --..---. nese eens en eeen eee Ou --- 20s 90, 191
Juvenal be evtarda mpl ts leiteh les eosin: ciacabioc esl ee eee eee 218 Smith, FS a eo eee St TIO
Smith, Mrs. E; Oakes 2.0250 2c tat eee 8
IS CONS orn ai nenewendasteensaensnad ekaeaeneee ee 63° “Smith, Hatry (Bic ...-.. 2b ee 193
Kellogg, J. H--.....-----2----- +002 --20esseeeee 23 | Smith, Horace --........-- vi eee 176
Kelso, Hugh. «......-2--220206.50---0--si—0=nsgne) 350: |) Smith, May Riley) -....2--s.c-cscoheccosuaeneee 162
Knapp, Lillian’ . 2520s se ean manrennne 86 || ‘Somers? Mi -p.0 ok oe oe 263
arConay LACY.c.5. aces een narenean eens 21, 34, 60, 157 Southey ---..------------++---2--+------- 65, 83, 95
Dte OU LANGIS! Uc. cek vab eae aan te bee eeeas 113 Spenser....-.. SPaasniche nis She) = pee nr eeaeaae -- 262
Longfellow-.---- 149, 152, 154, 155, 156, 161, 171, 186 Spofford, Harriet P-.-----.--.-.-------+------- 195
’ 198, 220, 257, 289, 301 Sproat, Eliza L --+-----.----------------------- 53
Lowell .....-.. 37, 78, 178, 196, 230, 232, 234, 238, 241 Stacy, Joel .--.--.-- +--+ 2202-22-22 ee ne ee ee en eee 269
pak ea || ‘Stetlitigy John.-- 2222+ .+p vant ee 3B
Pyiith, Wethel- 2262s ecu weet acues scenuaen aes 18o | Stone, C. 8 ~~... -------- 222 --- seen seen ene ee ene 177
Sullivan, EB. T22.2/s. 5 -kct nee ee 167
Wiad BSP ovscsiess trek escee ac ccpewedspabenae 128
Marsh Geo Coc ec oee teeter eee 29, 213 eee Bayard’ .--2-—- 91, 92, 98,.107, 256, 260, 261
WAtHAPR. Hy DAg oe pak boeet e-e coneae eek eyes 164 ennyson free a a ee aa 192, 260, 263
His, NaS ee eee ee ee eas Thaxter, Celia .- .------+-----+2++- 122202. 120, 177
‘Thomas, Edith Mo: -22 22S st eeceeoeueae 34, 321
DMicGaskey: J. Poarean tes w ene nnssacsevencawewee? 312 | rh E S
McDermott; Jessies: 2. Soil ee ees 157 CERRO DA- Dhan sane Sah Asoc 8 os orga 348, 351
Witchelete <u.cS Ser & ee he oe 218 see crahia rb tonne cern e cen cnn- 11, 67, 51, 197, 254
Millers Weinity tees cs eteecen s vacasaeenc: 216 homson, Estelle... ~~~. ~~. -.---2--s+-0-senenns 99
‘ Timrod;, Henry... 22:7 2.-505.0sens ones eee 61
Miller Iai W oie eters dee nae ececyostcnacee beset 270 i
. Tinsley; Mrs, Charles... ../-.22222% se aoeeee eee 186
Milne, W. J----------------------------------- 347 | owbrid ~
Milton Ackke serene ease asta 105, 148, 201, 232, 235, rowbridge, J, T.---.----------+---+---------- 44
256,287 || Underwood; Sara] 2..= 4 <co. cas enctsceukoene 349
Mitchell DiiGy. as. rebates aa wtan cates alee kace 239 4
McMullen, Mrs.tA: Vi. .c2-- ence nnscccecee 209, 320 Vetane; Ww. F...- 22-222. 220 0eee enone eee ne ee a
Moir 1% Vedder, David. ic. c22 ko oeavoeea accuse enue 197
aes a PE SK 1 eee a ee =
Montgomery, James .....--.-...--- 99, 167, 280, 287 pooh JONES .- ~~~ 22-2222 -2e-seoe~n2sa ese ereeee 237
NEOGTE. eB Cae te ube nas cad ncesenne Seelwace 265 SEM ce (ew snermwan tech santnree nea Aieeiuae 309) 310
Moore, ‘Thomas... <-2.52.-.-<. 87, 101, 189, 280, 283 | Walster, Katie D.-.- 222. 2.5-5.-52se----- scenes 169
Bu Repuge By Oe jeed ic 5 Oi 5 eee eee 28 | “Waterbury, Ha Picsiisoe- ae sivscesscccnes eens 352
n Wratts! 221d cecedacasseet kate sant sons Been mene 9
Pita cece aber enna Anos anagem ‘ 9 A
Neal, Alice ™ 245 | Welsh, Migyls Mscee tae eis
Deals Folia: ces stteet ene a nse- uv accee seas Ir
j Wheelock, Lucy. :25- 6-2 55.5--csnnnawdgueecenee 174
Nichols; LAVIB ii rcasmest ates sss ectn lesen cicess 107 eee
Whittier_.51, 139, 216, 219, 234, 235, 236, 239, 298, 368
sc INOTLRNOU, Usp i come rate awn cas ednsn te ndcesas=% 301 xe
North heambccs ibe tratassc>scccsnccconcde es 184 Wilcox, Billa ‘Wins. 2.0252 -u-<2ese asta nwdageree 85
; WSO ck ccccck top awawiut ence ss nese Jantar eee 183
OF Nei ARIOIEIN Ee ecen sews cn cwne cwdder sua sa 141 Wilson, Proteseer.coi.cs..ssasces<0de0asaaeeee 321
ON DET) MARI Tc <p anesaas a cedars emery enave 705.) "Winchelsea, ‘Lady iso. 2: <acasspacsecat Seen 279
PADORIE Wl Na sa cotenend~ shes aeecssos andere 1o | Wordsworth.............. 149, 156, 194, 213, 219, 274
Bask: VEN Cis tose eens gena-seSninecsrausee 89.) Wotton: Sir-Heary o.s<tc05 s3i5 cancrcestesaeeee 10
PEASICS, FORM TE 8 oe vanwaa cave ne nkenes~daedsne 306") Wripht, Harriet 3 00. cis sweated eneendbupeehen 129

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