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a bouquet in itself; while underneath, scattered here and 

 there amongst the playing shadows are glorious dogwoods, 

 pink and white and lavish as few others in their floral decora- 

 tions. Truly the forest is quite as much a flower garden as 

 your walled and watered space. '^^^SNk 



^'. As if to call us again to the East and the kingdoms which 

 even we think of as "flowery, " we spy a shimmering cherry 

 tree full of present delight and future promise. What would 

 picttu-esque Japan be without its season of cherry-blossoms 

 and then a rush of peonies and wisteria and iris and azaleas? 

 Do you know the difi^erence between the European iris and 

 the Oriental one? I do not mean in their form and height 

 and colour. Oh, you know these things quite as well as I do. 

 I mean their queer nestling habits, queer as individual 

 humans. No? Then watch these two sets, the east and the 

 west growing side by side here by the brook. See these 

 westerners grow up and up the bank, striding straight for the 

 top, intent on reaching high ground. Watch again those of 

 the other land, groping nearer and ever nearer to the purling 

 water until at last their proud heads wave over the rushing 

 stream itself. The East and the West do not mix you see, 

 even in irises. These water-lovers need no " Kiku-No-Mon " 

 stamped upon them to show us where they came from, and 

 they are almost as Japanese as the chrysanthemum herself. 



How I wish that you could see my beautiful forest just 

 as it is all of the year around, aspiring and dignified as any w"^^ 

 old Gothic cathedral, with vaulted ceilings and groined roof, 





