TREES 335 



Ninth Pupil. 



We will merely touch, in passing, upon the Hem- 

 lock, with its masses of evergreen needles, and the 

 Cedar with its misty blue berries; and the Sumac 

 with its clusters of crimson, and the Witch-hazel, 

 smiling at winter, with its curled, sharp-cut flowers 

 of golden velvet. 



Tenth Pupil 



Did you ever, while wandering in the forest about 

 the first of June, have your eyes dazzled at a distance 

 with what you supposed to be a tree ladened with 

 snow? It was the Dogwood, glittering in its white 

 blossoms. It brightens the last days of spring with 

 its floral beauty. 



Eleventh Pupil. 



While admiring the dogwood, an odor of exquisite 

 sweetness may salute you; and, if at all conversant 

 in tree knowledge, you will know it is the Basswood, 

 clustered with yellow blossoms, golden bells pouring 

 out such strong, delicious fragrance, you must all 

 realize the idea of Shelley. 



All. 



And the hyacinths, purple and white and blue, 

 Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew, 

 Of music so delicate, soft and intense, 

 It was felt like an odor within the sense. 



