94 State Horticultural Society. 



In words that we tell our thoughts in. 



That will malte you feel and see 

 The beautiful, beautiful poem 

 This day lias been to me. 



If I might, you would hear all through it 



The melody of the breeze, 

 Lil^e a fine and far-off echo 

 Of the ocean harmonies : 

 You would hear the song of the robins 



Aswing in the apple tree, 

 And tne voices of running waters 



In their search for the great gray sea. 



You would breathe the fragrance of clover 



In the words of every line. 

 And incense out of the censers 



Of hillside larch and pine ; 

 Y'ou would see tlirough the words the roses, 



With, deep in their hearts of gold. 

 The sweets of a thousand summers — 



But words are so weak, so cold ! 



If I only could write the color 



Of the lilac's tossing plumes. 

 And make you feel, in a sentence. 



The spell of its sweet perfumes : 

 If my pen could paint the glory 



Of the blue and tender sky 

 And the peace that crowns the mountains, 

 My poem would never die ! 



— Elten E. Rcxford in Ainerican Garden. 



THE OUTLOOK. 



Since last we met at Colimibia, we have seen what destrnction has 

 been caused to many of our fruit and nursery plantations by one of the 

 icy blasts of Aviiiter. This severe cold coming- after the great drouth of 

 1897, and the superabundant growth of 1898. soft and immatnre, fol- 

 lowed by a warm and moist fall, has caused greater damage and destruc- 

 tion to our fruit interests than have all other causes together for many 

 years. At this time we see that the end is not yet, and fear that many 

 of our trees will yet die from its effects. 



The great bugaboo of too many trees and over-production will help 

 to settle itself as to our orchards. It would seem that we are passing 

 through a series of extremes of hot and cold, and wet and dry; may it 



