February. 



Brilliant hopes, all woven in gorgeous tissues, 

 Flaunting gaily in the golden light ; 

 Large desires, with most uncertain issues, 

 Tender wishes, blossoming at night. 



— Lo7tgfellow. 



HAVE your seeds come ? Mine have. 

 Such a dehghtful package of little 

 packages ! — each full of mystery, each rust- 

 ling gently with promise. And O, what 

 mystery it is ! 



Look into your little paper of '' mixed 

 petunia " seed, — holding your breath the 

 while ; for the grains are so fine that you 

 could breathe them all away, so small and 

 light that they are hard to manage, with 

 the best of care. There they lie in a small 

 dark heap, each seed just like its fellow 

 seed to look at, yet with a whole different 

 existence in each. In one is wrapped the 

 glory of a full crimson flower, three inches 



(^3) 



