Through all the wintry weather our kind Mother Na- 

 ture keeps up a little conservatory in the woods, where 

 anybody, at the cost of a tramp through the snow, may 

 gratify the craving of his nature for a bit of green in 

 winter, and may gather posies of refreshment. 



If you are disposed to think that winter marks the 

 death of the year you should take a closer look at the 

 trees. What though Jack Frost has locked fast the ponds 

 and lesser streams and goes roystering about the country 

 with his boon companion, the north wind? Set thick 

 upon the trees are the young buds of a new year's life — 

 hope's candles to keep us in cheer until the spring comes. 

 — Charles Francis Saunders in "A Window in Arcady." 



