CHAPTER XII. 



WAYFABING-TBEE, OB MEALY GUELDEK-BOSE. 

 Viburnum Lantana. 



" Throwing up into the darkest gloom 

 Of neighbouring holly, or more sable yew, 

 Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf, 

 That the wind severs from the broken wave." 



MINE is a cheerful growing-place, and pleasant is the work 

 assigned me, said a guelder-rose. Listen to the rippling 

 of the stream that laves my roots, and to the singing of 

 birds among my branches ; listen, also, to the humming of 

 the bee, and the chirp of grasshoppers. We are quiet here, 

 yet cheerful; and far and wide among the coppice-wood 

 and sapling trees that clothe the steep descent into the 



