flower; it was like a human thing. I knew it by 
its homely name of poor man’s weather glass. 
It was so much wiser than I, for when the sky 
was yet without a cloud, softly it clasped its small 
red petals together, folding its golden heart in 
safety from the storms sure to come. How 
could it know so much?” 
The Personal Note. 
I will leave for another opportunity the pleas- 
ure of writing you of other flowers and birds that 
make their home with the cottagers on this plot 
of ground lying between ocean and river. I can 
imagine it will not be easy to understand the 
description of things seen as I have given them, 
but I have tried to tell you where and how I am 
resting, hoping to find strength to resume my 
work with you in the autumn. I thank you for 
the vacation notes and good wishes you have sent 
me and am interested in and appreciate them all. 
Sincerely your friend, 
Henry A. SLACK. 
Monmouth Beach, N. J., 
June 20, 1908. 
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