and its dewy revela- 

 tion for the midnight 

 poet,who shall hence- 

 forth tread our Equi- 

 setum underfoot in 

 heedlessness? 



The Jewel-weed. 

 This is the dewy 

 night's rarest treas- 

 ure. It is indeed a 

 jewel. Upon the ap- 

 proach of twilight 

 each leaf droops as 

 if wilted, and from 

 the notches along 

 its edge the crystal 

 beads begin to grow, 

 until its border is hung 

 full with its gems. It 

 is Aladdin's lantern that 

 you set among a bed of these 

 succulent pale-green plants, for 

 the spectacle is like dream-land. 

 Gossamers. Both the perpendicular 

 and the prostrate webs are beautifully dec- 

 H orated with the dew, and in the night the 

 spiders seem to have spread the entire 

 fields with their silk festoons, entirely un- 

 seen by day. But Titania finds them, and strings them 

 all with gems. 



In the night you cannot be certain of recognizing your 

 best daylight friends among the flowers, for they take 

 on all sorts of disguises in their sleep. Here are night 



