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bough of the yellow osier seems like a golden rod, 

 or some catkin of willow or hazel gives a little 

 brightness to the scene. Brown leaves, with an 

 occasional yellow spray, hang on the youngling 

 oaks, and the rich crimson leaf or stem of the 

 bramble winds among them. But the honeysuckle 

 leaf has about it the hopes and associations of 

 spring-time. It is the herald of thousands of 

 green leaves which shall quiver on the stem and 

 resound to the pattering rain-drops of April, and 

 be brightened by April rainbows. Its spray is to 

 the foliage like the daisy to the flowers and the 

 robin to the birds the first, and therefore the 

 fairest of its clan." 



Not less welcome than its leaves in the spring 

 are the full ripe blossoms of its luxuriant summer 

 dress. 



Then we entered upon a heavily-timbered lawn, 

 where the sleek red cattle stood rejoicing in the 

 damp coolness, scarce troubling themselves to move 

 off the gravel path out of our way. 



As the trees opened out, we came in sight of 

 Rosesbower, and well it deserved its name. Origi- 

 nally it had been an old farmhouse, and it had 

 been added to here and there by buildings of 

 various styles of architecture, until it had assumed 

 a delightfully quaint and rambling look. Along 

 the two principal sides of the house ran a verandah 

 supported by wooden pillars, and along the top of 

 the verandah and these pillars roses red, roses 



