Vi. 
*“ Give me the best of life! 
To live in the world with God, 
Where the seed that is sown and dies 
Lifts a harvest over the sod; 
Where beauty and truth are one, 
Where the right must have its way, 
Where the storm clouds part for stars, 
And the starlight heralds the day.” 
RISTOTLE, one of the first to call attention 
to the beauty of nature, standing in the 
midst of his pupils, exclaimed, pointing to the 
earth: “Such wonderful things as these, the 
earth, the sea, the great orb of day and the starry 
heavens, must be the work of a great Creator, 
of a God.” 
Our knowledge of natural history, the nature 
life of this beautiful world, has been of slow 
growth. The simple way to its great heart has 
been overlooked. Many lives that might have 
been made more beautiful by this knowledge have 
passed out over the bar without having had a 
suggestion even of the spiritual uplift found in 
the heart of a flower or the song of a bird. To 
many, our most beautiful flowers are “ weeds.” 
To others they are beautiful because they appeal 
to the life within that lies deeper than thought. 
One sees, another feels. 
Science Is Exacting. 
A friend in Switzerland writes recently: 
“ Here on the higher mountains are many flow- 
ers of which I am grievously ignorant. I wish 
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