WAYFARERS 29 I 



Purple - flowering Raspberries, whose use is beauty, 

 as the coarse fruit, though edible, is dry and 

 tasteless. 



Removed from its surroundings or seen where 

 the too bright sunlight fades the peculiar color of 

 its petals, this shrub might be passed by as unat- 

 tractive, but here, between road and river, growing 

 variously in straight ranks that merged into thick 

 clumps, or springing from between rocks and 

 hanging over in almost vinelike profusion between 

 Wild Grape festoons, to be reflected in the water, 

 the color harmonized perfectly and gave the finish- 

 ing touch to one of the loveliest byway pictures I 

 have ever seen. 



Going into the Glen only far enough to let 

 Nell drink from the old pot-hole stone, to which 

 a spring is led by an open wooden pipe, we turned 

 about, Nell lazily retracing her steps, and I absorb- 

 ing, as best I might, this picture of the shaded 

 road, reversed by the turning and quite different 

 from the first view. The bank that was a flower- 

 ing rockery was now on the left, and the river mir- 

 rored scraps of beauty and drew down the sky until 

 it met and blended with them, while at the en- 

 trance of the Glen the bright sun rested on masses 

 of deep Pink Knotweed that carried the Raspberry 



