A Baby Forest 



get-me-nots, the seeds of whose forefathers Forg*t-m 

 were brought, long ago, from stately Fon- ^-a^T* 

 tainebleau by a gentle artist, who planted 

 them by his own brookside, whence they 

 have overrun and made famous the Hing- 

 ham Meadows, their bright blossoms, like 

 scattered fragments of the sky, gleaming 

 among the rushes, and affording a valu- 

 able industry to the small boys who sell 

 them at the railway station as you pass. 

 In addition to these continuously bloom- 

 ing flowers, there are Pussy Willows and 

 white Violets in the spring, and in the late 

 summer the Arrowhead lifts its sculptur- 

 esque blossom and fine outlined leaf from 

 the water, and the Cardinal-flower uprears 

 its scarlet spikes amid the blossoms of 

 stately grasses. Some day we hope to see 

 a Pond Lily asleep upon its surface, and 

 if the Lotus-flower would but brook our 

 rigorous winters, we should add one to the 

 collection. 



At the foot of the hill, at each end, is a stray i* 

 clump of White Birches, ladies of the ***' 

 woods that have strayed from their home, 

 and lost themselves on this waste, and 

 rustle their thin leaves timorously, bend- 

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