HIS PERSONALITY 



of a child of the donor, Mr. Burbank made an 

 address which I may briefly quote from as 

 indicative not only of his devotion to children 

 but of his ability to express a beautiful 

 thought in graceful fashion: 



" I love sunshine, the blue sky, trees, flowers, 

 mountains, green meadows, sunny brooks, the 

 ocean when its waves softly ripple along the 

 sandy beach, or when pounding the rocky 

 cliffs with its thunder and roar, the birds of 

 the field, waterfalls, the rainbow, the dawn, 

 the noonday, and the evening sunset, — but 

 children above them all. Trees, plants, 

 flowers, they are always educators in the right 

 direction, they always make us happier and 

 better, and, if well grown, they speak of loving 

 care and respond to it as far as is in their 

 power; but in all this world there is nothing so 

 appreciative as children, — these sensitive, quiv- 

 ering creatures of sunshine, smiles, showers 

 and tears." 



I may not better illustrate one phase of this 

 many-sided man than to say, on the testimony 

 of a friend, that the first time he looked upon 

 the noble sweep of the Yosemite Valley he 

 did not go into an ecstasy of expletives, but 



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