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fragrant blooms and purple fruit; this is alive. Of course it is shel- 

 tered a little by this fence, but it is doing well. We would like your 

 holly, but we can't have it, so we take the next best thing. Your 

 elaeagnus longpipes is a beautiful shrub; I wish we could grow it, but 

 we can't. In its place we have the Siberian type, which will stand 

 both heat and cold. The hippophea, equal in form and far sur- 

 passing it in fruit; in short, it is the most prolific berry I have ever 

 seen, the branches breaking down with the enormous weight of these 

 berries of polished gold. — From Independent Farmer. 



DO YOU WANT TO BE AN ARTIST? 



C. S. Harrison, York, Nebr. 



"Oh it would cost too much and I can't afford the expense and 

 then think of the vears it would take and I would have to build a 

 studio. No I can't think of it and yet I wish I could." 



It is an easy enough matter to be an Artist of Nature. The cost 

 is but little. For a dollar you can get manuels on the Iris, the Peony, 

 the Phlox and the Evergreens. Your studio will be a rich piece or 

 earth and in a couple of years you can have a resplendent picture. 



Did you ev.^r read of the famous Persian carpet of gems, captured 

 by the Saracens? The ground work was of rich brocade woven with 

 silk, mingled with threads of gold. This carpet was one of t'ue marvels 

 of the world. It was four hundred and fifty feet long by ninety feet 

 wide. It was designed to imitate a garden of flowers. Thus earth's 

 richest gems were made to pay deference to floral loveliness. The 

 leaves were formed of emeralds and other green stones, while the buds 

 and blooms were composed of pearls, rubies and sapphires and other 

 rich gems of fabulous worth, the cost reaching to a hundred millions. 



The one who can put a beautiful landscape on canvas, who can 

 paint the carnation or the rose so as to faintly represent them and 

 who can arrest the procession of flowers as they pass by and put them 

 on perpetual exhibition is a genius. 



Any man who could go into our great floral parks and put the 

 varied expressions of the peony, the phlox, the gaillardia and colum- 

 bine, with the radiant and stately delphinium, upon a canvas so the 

 whole scene would represent a perpetual summer would immortalize 

 himself. He who copies nature most faithfully wins the greatest 

 renown. 



Do you know that the original transcends the copy, and that you 

 can produce the original, and the artists can be at his best only a 

 feeble imitator? Take a live flower in all the prodigality of its love- 

 liness — a living, breathing thing, exhaling that delicious fragrance. 

 When it goes in the picture it can only be a corpse of itself. It is 

 not alive. It cannot breathe — no aroma floats around it. It is dead. 

 You can stand before the very highest productions of art in the effort 



