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soil wafted from yonder field, the perfume 

 of the apple blossom, which sometimes per- 

 vades the whole country-side, the odors of 

 the old hawthorne hedge and of the wild 

 cherries at the boundary stone walls, the 

 superlatively sweet odor of the wild grape, of 

 the wild rose and of the new-mown hay, the 

 aromatic smell of pine and spruce and hr, as 

 well as the good smell of the salt marsh, all con- 

 tribute to the pleasures of sense and contempla- 

 tion of one who makes this forest his bed cham- 

 ber. One often strains his nose and his memory 

 to differentiate these odors. 



On the floor of a natural forest an interest- 

 ing assembly of wild flowers is to be found. 

 These forest-loving species are of course absent 

 where a forest is rudely thrust by man into a 

 mowing-field, although, in time, by the agency 

 of wind and birds and beasts, it would un- 

 doubtedly spring up. I have already alluded to 

 my introduction of dog's-tooth violets, blood- 

 root, ferns and other plants, and it is my ambi- 

 tion, as opportunity favors, to make here a collec- 

 tion of forest-loving species that will add greatly 



