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them formed his initials, and he was ver}' happy when his autograph 

 appeared in small green leaves. The personality of the little plot 

 was lost, however, in the summer growth, but there was abundant 

 compensation in the number and variety of the flowers. 



It is but a step from the garden to the fields. Children like to 

 go with older friends to the woods in spring, and bring home ferns 

 and wild flowers for shady places about the house. They are thus 

 unconsciously cultivating an accurac}' of observation upon which the 

 telling of the truth greatly depends. They are learning to name 

 and classify objects, to have man}' thoughts instead of few, to love 

 Nature and reverence a Creator. 



The little gardener soon becomes a little botanist. In his rambles 

 he becomes interested in birds and insects, and so begins the study 

 of natural history. Pebbles, bowlders and river-terraces have their 

 stories to tell, and in listening to them he becomes a geologist. Sit- 

 ting in winter before the blazing coals, he likes to hear something of 

 the wonderful coal forests, and if no fossils are at hand, to see pic- 

 tures of the fern-impressions, the sculptured lepidodendrons and 

 sigillarids, and strange animals of those gloomy tropical swamps. A 

 bit of marble possesses new interest to him when he knows it was 

 once alive. He laughs to hear the long names that scientists have 

 given to the great sea-monsters of the fifth da}' of creation, and has 

 no difliculty in remembering them. 



"I wish I had brought my microscope," said a little boy, looking 

 at a flower one day last week. He knew there was a great deal in a 

 flower that his eyes could not see. The same far-looking instinct 

 may lead us away from living flowers to the fields of history, art and 

 literature in which they have had their part. Kings have always 

 surrounded their palaces with gardens, and heroes and poets have 

 been crowned with myrtle and laurel. There was never a banquet 

 without flowers. They have always been a social necessity. In 

 battle they have marked contending armies. When Napoleon re- 

 turned from Iiilba, all France wore violets. The Irishman loves the 

 shamrock, the Scotchman the thistle, and proud is the story of the 

 fleur-de-lis, the white lily of France, presented by an angel to 

 Clovis at his baptism. A line of English monarchs is said to have 

 derived its name from the broom plant, planta genista, used in pen- 

 ance by an ancestor. , 



Fascinating to the flower-loving child — who is usually himself a 

 tasteful builder — is architecture, with its order, symmetry, its mani- 



