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not. It fulfilled all the conditions. Let it be 

 accepted at its full value. 



With or without the richer and broader glories, 

 the season holds a multitudinous magic for the 

 lover of Nature in her infinitely varied manifests. 

 It is in such a season that one realizes most com 

 pletely the ceaseless movement of conscious life, 

 expressing itself in myriad forms. While the 

 birds are fewer, and now the lesser creatures of 

 the forest, the snakes and salamanders, and the 

 crickets and grasshoppers and locusts in the fields, 

 are almost all retired, the life that speaks in plants 

 is as busy as ever. 



On a barren hillside, as almost anybody would 

 call it, there is room for inexhaustible study and 

 admiration, yes, and adoration, for where is 

 God to be worshiped, where is his essence to be 

 known, where is the unbeginning and unending 

 life to be discerned, more than in these bright 

 and happy spontaneities of scores of humble 

 plants, over which hundreds may walk oblivious of 

 their presence? In a few hours ramble on such 

 barren hillsides, among the grasses, every one 

 of the many species and varieties a marvel in it 

 self, one finds the pretty Deptford pink, a 

 charming little relation to the carnations which 

 man has developed, but quite unacquainted with 

 them. It is so modest that one is amazed to see 



