THE WILD GARDEN. 



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What a delicious occasional whiff is this which greets us at 

 the portal of the early July woods! and what a pleasant anticipa- 

 tion it brings : the welcome of the 

 pyrolas, which now hold the syl- 

 van censer unchal- 

 lengedfor the arbu- 

 tus and showy orchis 

 and moccasin -flower 

 and squirrel-corn 



have had their day, and 

 the nodding bells of the twin- 

 flower have rung themselves out. 

 Emerson 



" Saw beneath dim aisles, in odorous beds. 

 The slight Linnaea hang its twin-born heads," 



and how many a saunterer has felt his heart 

 leap into his throat as he suddenly came upon 



