44 ARBOR DAY 



THE VIOLETS 



BY AMANDA B. HARRIS 



HAS any one, I wonder, ever classed and enumer- 

 ated the blues of violets? I am sure it must have 

 taken all the words that ever represent blue. They 

 are turquoise, they are amethystine, they are sap- 

 phire, azure, cerulean. They are like the blue ether, 

 like blue precious stones; like eyes of blue. They 

 pale into lavender; they darken to purple. There 

 are varieties in sky-blue with purple streaks; in deep 

 violet striped with a lighter tint; in palest blue, with 

 heavy shadings; and some that lack but little of 

 being red. 



THE DISCIPLINE OF GARDENING 



BY JOHN WILLIAM COLE 



THERE is such a close affinity between a proper 

 cultivation of a flower-garden, and a right discipline 

 of the mind, that it is almost impossible for any 

 thoughtful person that has made any proficiency 

 in the one, to avoid paying a due attention to the 

 other. That industry and care which are so requis- 

 ite to cleanse a garden from all sorts of weeds will 

 naturally suggest to him how much more expedient 

 it would be to exert the same diligence in eradicating 

 all sorts of prejudices, follies, and vices from the 



