; ' To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own 



beauty ." 



Emhrson. 



If you have seen, as I have seen 



One morning in November, 

 Hie sun burn through a foggy screen 



Like soms red glowing ember, 

 While yellow leaves from pencilled trees 



Fly down like small canaries — 

 If you have caught a glimpse of these, 



Then you have seen the Fairies ! 



If you have heard above the roar 



Of traffic in the city, 

 The gentlest pecking at your door, 



The faintest chirp for pity, 

 If scattered crumbs from off your plate 



Have made brown wings the fleeter, 

 Then you have walked right through the gate 



Whose keys are held by Peter ! " 



Rose Henniker Heaton, 



. . . . " The only real gain of wealth is that represented by the 



storage of energy from without, which comes to us by the action 



of green leaves waving in the sunshine" 



Prof. H. Marshall Ward. 



