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swamps Rosa Carolina brightens the whole circuit 

 of the cedars and hackmatacks. The fragrances 

 of the hills and vales are those of the elderblow 

 and the honeysuckles. Clovers are no longer 

 sending their honeyed perfume over many an acre ; 

 their time is past, and the mowings only offer the 

 nostrils the pleasant wholesome scent of hay, with 

 now and then a delicious intensity where the sweet 

 grass has been cut with the rest. Haying is the 

 business of the farmer, and the weather has been 

 kind to him. It is true that the great New 

 England crop brings lower prices than might be 

 wished, but if its exchange value is less, its use 

 value is as great as ever, it will raise the farmer s 

 beef, it will give the farmer s milk, and butter 

 and cheese will be produced as richly as if the crop 

 as it s mowed were worth $20 a ton. And to us 

 who look at the earth as a place of beauty this is 

 merely a side issue. 



There is a rich profusion of wayside bloom now, 

 and it is noteworthy that on every hand the tone 

 that marks the turn of the year toward the fall is 

 prevalent in field lilies and rudbeckia, and the first 

 golden-rod of July is beginning to prophecy that 

 combination of the golden-rods and asters which 

 are in fact the flowers of fall. Meantime there 

 are scores of lesser flowers that lighten the way 

 side. The cleavers are sending up their clamber- 



