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base of each tree or shrub. This plan prevents the usual wire cutting 

 of stem and branches, while labels are indestructible, and easily 

 lifted and read. True, careless workmen sometimes disturbed or plant 

 growth concealed, but generally before that happened the name of the 

 plant was fixed in the minds of those who cared to know. Bark abra- 

 sion in staking trees was prevented by having the cord or wire enclosed 

 in a short piece of hose. 



The Only Work That Kills. 



Country life relieves nerve strain, sweeps cobwebs from 

 the brain and gives much of the exhilaration called happiness, yet 

 many stand within reach of these influences without sensing them. I 

 can name a hundred or more men now in their graves, who I am 

 certain, would have lived for years if their homes had been in the 

 country. A new horse or cow, a brood of chickens just out of the 

 shell, the bloom of a rare flower, a newly laid out road, a new dog 

 kennel even new disappointments and new worries so they are not 

 associated with the daily grind keep the heart young and pave the 

 way to health. It is severe tension along one line that kills. I pity 

 the man of millions or of pennies whose burden is daily carried in 

 a beaten track from either counting house or ditch-digging to a city 

 home. One needs the invigorating air of hill or ocean, not for a 

 month or two, but for at least a portion of every month of the year, 

 if it's no more than a Sunday tramp 'cross country. Man in his 

 strenuous search for the fountain of youth finds that country living 

 economizes best the "failing river of life." 



"The world is too much with us; late and soon 

 Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; 

 Little we see in nature that is ours ; 



We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! 



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Great God ! I'd rather be 



A pagan, suckled on a creed outworn ; 



So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, 



Have feelings that were less forlorn ; 



Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; 



Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn." 

 In the arboretum record book were scheduled with keen interest 

 the homely every-day names borne by those flowers of the wild 

 which grew in profusion on hill and in woodland and dale, meadow 

 and rough pasture. Daffy down dilly, bouncing bet, black-eyed Susan, 

 ox-eyed daisy, Hessian field daisy, Michaelmas daisy, hepatica, wild 

 balsam or touch-me-not, corn flower or bachelors' button, incomparable 

 dandelion the every month in the year flower sky-blue violets, 

 spring beauties, and the wind flower, the anenome, grew in profusion, 

 delighting the opening eyes of childhood with their continual floral 

 surprises, and glorifying maturity with tenderest recollections of the 



