456 MINNESOTA STATE HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY. 



Glimpses of prairie and lake and stream, 

 Visions of orchard and grove and home, 



Follow so quickly they almost seem 



Only a fancy or waking dream: 



"Eden !" cried Adam, "no further I'll roam." 



Spying some fruit on a Wealthy tree, 



Adam excitedly 'phoned to Eve, 

 "Here is the apple you gave to me, 

 Hurry now, dear, and come and see 



Eden the new, and then you'll believe." 



Grandma affirmed that old Adam had found 



Eden the new and the apple of fate. 

 Ended their journeys the earth around: 

 But both are agreed that this place so renowned 



Is the home of the Wealthy, the North Star State. 



SEEDLINGS. 



CLINTON L. LUCE, ALBERT LEA. 

 (So. Minn. Hort. Society.) 



A well known essayist, lecturer and student of social conditions 

 has declared that art is simply one's joy put in his work, and there 

 can be no question but what that is an excellent definition of the 

 word "art." Presuming that this is true, every man and every 

 woman, every boy and every girl, can be an artist, and only as this 

 joy exists is the true nobility of labor disclosed, for one who finds 

 no joy or happiness in his work is a drudge, a slave, and is denied 

 the wider sphere of enjoyment in which he was intended to partici- 

 pate according to God's great plan. Such people can be likened to 

 "the brother to the ox," referred to by good old Edwin Markham. 

 The sooner one realizes and thoroughly understands that life must 

 be one of ceaseless activity and responsibility, the sooner will enjoy- 

 ment go hand in hand with labor, and the world be brighter and bet- 

 ter in consequence. 



It seems to me that the horticulturist has the opportunity of get- 

 ting more enjoyment out of this brief and uncertain life than those 

 engaged in almost any other avocation, and as his joy is mingled 

 with his work he becomes an artist — not like Raphael or Titian, who 

 painted symphonies on canvas, but after the style of Patten and 

 Harris and a host of others who have made themselves immortal 

 and benefactors to their fellowmen, not only to horticulturists but 

 to the people of the entire world. If one is to have credit if he 

 make a blade of grass grow where none has been before, how much 

 more credit must be accorded him who originates something that 

 will be of untold value to the world. He not only puts joy in his 

 work and becomes an artist, but he is a philanthropist in every sense 

 of the word, for he has bestowed upon his fellowmen something 

 that could not have been purchased by wealth or influence. To me 



