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House, the old tavern on the turnpike at Burrageville, in North Ash- 

 burnham, the home of the yellow meadow or Canada lily, the fairies' 

 or witches' cap {Liliuni Canadense^, whose branched stems and 

 graceful drooping bells remind us of candelabra in some ancient 

 cathedral. The meadows and even the roadside are rich to prodigality 

 with the golden bells, and the delicate, smaller purple f ringed-orchis 

 {Habcnaria psycodes) growing 



" Reside a brook in mossy forest dell " 

 hardly lessens our admiration by the glory of its richer beauty. By the 

 bridge we once picked a ^^^^^^^^^^ large cluster of purple 

 meadow-rue {Thalictrum ^^^^^^^^^H piirpurascens) , more 

 delicate than its graceful ^^^^^^^^^1 sister. We return by 

 the great mill-dam and ^^HRR^^^H ^^^'^ ^^"^^ ^^^ school- 

 house, where the roads ^^^bp^^^B corner, and on either 

 side, in a little way, corner ^^^Hb^^^H in fours again, making 

 eight different roads at ^^^P!^^^^^| <^^^^ service, each with 

 its own peculiar and ^^Hft^^^^B inviting charms. One 

 is the old toll-road, bring- ^^^Rf^H^| "^S ^^^ °"^ "^^^ ^^^ 

 Town Farm; another ^^BK^^^^| climbs the great hill, 

 and passing for miles ^^^^^B^^^^^B under 







Pitcher Plant. 



Ragged Fringed Orchis. 



Great Green Orchis. 



" green-robed senators of mighty woods. 

 Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars " 



becomes Stone street, in Gardner, one of the prettiest drives in town; 

 and by another we go to old Winchendon to enjoy a particularly fine 

 view of Monadnock on the way. 



All through these woods we catch glimpses of the brown rabbit 

 hopping along in front of us, and every little while the whir-r-r of the 

 partridge startles us from our reveries. Once we drove into the midst 



