CHRYSANTHEMUMS 



their diversity and surprises are, so to 

 speak, concerted, like those of fashion, 

 in I know not what arbitrary Edens. At 

 the same moment, even as with silks, 

 laces, jewels and curls, a mysterious 

 voice gives the password in time and 

 space ; and, docile as the most beautiful 

 women, simultaneously, in every coun- 

 try, in every latitude, the flowers obey 

 the sacred decree. 



It is enough, then, to enter at random 

 one of those crystal museums in which 

 their somewhat funereal riches are dis- 

 played under the harmonious veil of the 

 days of November. We at once grasp 

 the dominant idea, the obtrusive beauty, 

 the unexpefted effort of the year in this 

 special world, strange and privileged 



