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things which are of so much greater spiritual 

 worth to the commonwealth, but which, having 

 no vote and no lobby, and so no friends at 

 court, must go the way of all the friendless. In 

 a world already overfull of societies for this or 

 that, may there not be yet room for one which 

 will begin a crusade against cruelty to plants ? 



The crab-apples are out ! Pink ? yellow ? 

 lilac ? What is the colour of the life-blood 

 which courses through the veins of their petals 

 and gives them their sacred fire ? From whence 

 comes their morning incense ? 



And dogwood week is here ! Since we have 

 strayed from the garden and the orchard into 

 the woods, where can we go with happier feet 

 than to the hillside whereon the dogwoods are 

 spreading the level layers of white bloom against 

 the red bud and the yellow sassafras ? Under 

 them hosts of birds'-foot violets and pansy violets 

 are in bloom, and clouds of bluets. There are 

 blue larkspurs there also, and white meadow- 

 rue. What an order is that of the Ranun- 

 culids that these should be sisters, and how 

 much would have been lost if it had been left 

 out on that busy day of creation when the 

 green things began growing! From the peonies 



