'Flowers are the love songs 

 . . . of God's green world." 



COULSON KERNAHAN. 



"The old woods how I have loved it. The sweetest 

 memories of life are entwined back there among the 

 grasses and the grapevines and the oaks and beeches. Its 

 beauty and silence and the wild life in it were the un- 

 solved mystery of boyhood, and its deeper study in later 

 years has been a very great delight and inspiration. I 

 think I gain, by familiarity with its life, something of its 

 vitality, at least in spirit. The long vistas of the great 

 trees, the sunshine mottling the leaves and filling the open 

 spaces beneath with beautiful light, the immeasurable 

 canopy and the shade, the birds singing their loves and 

 their joys, the squirrels frisking among the acorns, and 

 the atmosphere of age which pervades it, all have filled 

 my mind with never-to-be-forgotten impressions of the 

 beauty and loveliness of the old woods, and a memory 

 abides that is a perpetual dream. ' ' 



PAUL GRISWOLD HUSTON, Around an Old Homestead. 



