MISCELLANEOUS PAPERS. 345 



GARDEN AND ORCHAKD. 



Some say to plant t: ees In t lie spi Ing, 



Anil some say In the lali ; 

 But the worst are those who conipromfse 



And plant no trees at all. 



If you can't make up your niind whether the spring or autumn is 

 the better time for tree-planting, try both. 



AMONG THE APPLES. 



Red, and russet, and yellow, 



l,ylng here In a heap- 

 Pippins, rounded and mellow; 



Greenings for winter keep; 

 Seek-no-furthers, whose blushing 



The soul of a saint would try, 

 Tdl his lace showed the crimson flushing, 



The cheek of a Xorthern Spy. ^ 



Illd from the winter weather. 



Safe from the wind and sleet, 

 Here In a pile together 



Russet and Pippin mtet. 

 And in this dim and dusty 



Old cellar they fondly hold 

 A breath like the grapes made musty 



By the summer's radiant gold. 



Each seems to hold a vagrant 



Sunbeam, lost from the sky. 

 When the Illy blooms were fragrant 



Walls for the butterfly; 

 And when the snow is flying, 



What feast In the hoarded store 

 Of crimson and yellow lying 



Heaped high on the sandy floor. 



Fruitage of bright spring splendor. 



Of leaf and blossom time. 

 That no tropic land can mend, or 



Take from this frosty clime— 

 Fruit for the hearthstone meeting 



Whose flavor none can destroy. 

 How you make my heart's swift beating 



Throb with the pulse of a boy. 



Apples, scarlet and golden. 



Apples, juicy and tart. 

 Bringing again the olden 



Joy to the weary heart. 

 You send the swift thoughts sweeping 



Through wreckage of time and tears 

 To that hidden chamber, keeping 



The gladness of youth's bright years. 



—From Dumb Animals. 



