4l6 MINNESOTA STATE HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY. 



the culprit inside. A good preventive to young stock in the nur- 

 sery and elsewhere would be a whitewash on the trunks, containing 

 a liberal allowance of paris green, applied two or three times dur- 

 ing May and early June. Jarring the trees in May and June, in 

 the morning, causing the beetles to drop upon a sheet below, is also 

 suggested. 



The entomologist considers the situation so serious that he is 

 sending to nurserymen a statement that this beetle is hereafter to be 

 included among the proscribed insects, and no nurseryman will be 

 granted a certificate from this date in whose stock this beetle is 

 found by the inspector. The accompanying photographs stiow the 

 beetle once and a half enlarged, and also the work of the beetle on 

 Carolina poplar. 



THE FORWARD MOVEMENT IN HORTICULTURE. 



C. S. HARRISON^ YORK, NEB. 



Beauty was ordained for the immortals. Because we have re- 

 sponsive souls, therefore the earth is clothed with loveliness, the 

 plains are carpeted with green and sprinkled with flowers, bloom 

 and fragrance clothe the trees in spring, and the fruits of autumn 

 are dressed in crimson and gold, making them great bouquets of 

 splendor. The earth might have been all gray or drab. Apple, 

 cherry and plum trees might have been content simply to bear 

 seeds like the ash or elm, instead of being wrapped with that de- 

 licious pulp and covered with delicate tissue whose tints and color- 

 ing are the despair of the artist. 



What rapture inspiring scenes this earth presents ! Moving 

 mountains of amethyst and amber, with mingling of opal, escort 

 the retiring day to his chambers in the west. Sublimity sits in the 

 top of the mountains and the Aurora Borealis flashes her splendors 

 on the northern sky. 



Animals seem to take little note of beauty. In the early days I 

 used to drive through God's great flower gardens of thousands of 

 acres in Minnesota when waves of fragrance hung in the air ; but 

 my horse never cared — all he wanted was the sweet grass. He 

 never noticed when the great artist was painting these marvelous 

 tints on the western sky with those ravishing splendors fit for the 

 portals of the eternal day. But I never can forget the transports of 

 our firstborn when only a year old he saw a Minnesota sunset. It 

 thrilled his whole being. How he gazed and gazed, threw out his 

 hands toward it with unbounded glee. It seemed the first waking 

 up of the soul. 



This earth of ours with arch kalsomined with blue and sprinkled 

 with stars, with its blossoms and gems, is a fit dwelling for those 

 who are soon to stand on the shores of a marvelous inheritance. 



Did you ever think that the universe is planned as a flower gar- 

 den on a tremendous scale? When the Almighty drove his plow- 



