Local Plant Life. 
The sand and marsh flats along the river are 
very interesting to the nature-loving tramp. 
Here is always an opportunity to gratify any de- 
sire he may have to find some new or strange 
thing. Nature is not everywhere the same. 
About Pine Hills, alike on sand or clay, grows 
the evening primrose. Here along the river flats 
I find the more attractive day primrose, called 
sun-drops, a perfect glory of sunlit blossoms 
opening their golden petals to the morning sun, 
closing them when night comes to the eastern 
sky and the evening primrose takes up its vigil. 
Farther on, away from the shore, you come upon 
a group of slender stemmed iris, the blue of the 
flowers rivaling the blue of the sky under which 
they are growing. And here is the yellow 
thistle, a shore plant four feet in height, its cream- 
yellow flowers deepening to gold color in the 
center, with deeply-cut base leaves two feet in 
length —a noble plant full of artistic suggestions 
to the artistic eye, and covered with pricks against 
which you would not be tempted to kick! Cross- 
ing to the ocean side, scarcely forty rods from 
the river bank, you kneel to the scarlet pimpernel, 
the poet’s flower, growing in the clean, gray sand 
of the beach, drawing its nourishment from 
above, quenching its thirst from below. 
A Writer's Tribute. 
Mrs. Celia Thaxter writes: “ The little scarlet 
pimpernel charmed me. It seemed more than a 
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