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how its clear pink lightens up and cheers the 

 spot where it blooms. Then one finds a butter 

 cup, or a tender little &quot; Quaker Lady,&quot; or if no 

 flower appears, then note how robin s plantain 

 or saxifrage or St. John s wort is spreading its 

 roset for next year s growth ; or how the sump 

 tuous silver-dewed velvet aquamarina of the heart 

 of the mullein makes a spot of infinite wealth at 

 the edge of the ledge, or how the young plants of 

 the columbine, which will have bloom next May, 

 are turning into charm with lilac and purple 

 colours, as well as with their most graceful and 

 delicate leaves, so finely wrought in sinuated arcs 

 of beauty. 



Now and again one comes on a group, a 

 community rather, of the wild rose, and with 

 blossoms here and there as lovely as those of 

 June. In another community we shall see the 

 little royal purple laurel, the sheep laurel, bloom 

 ing as if its time were not four months past. 

 These are of course &quot; sports,&quot; accidents of the 

 rare autumnal heats ; and there is yet one more 

 notable, the pillared mullein amid its brown seed- 

 vessels strikes out a new sweet yellow flower for 

 the bees to seek, and at its top sends forth a new 

 essay at greater height in a sprout as fresh and 

 green and full of bloom as it were just beginning 

 its destiny of fruit. Furthermore, one finds the 



