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flower as tender in coloring and delicate in fra- 

 grance as the rarest exotic. " A rose when it 

 blooms, the apple is a rose when it ripens," says 

 John Burroughs, who has said about all that can 

 be said on the apple in his own inimitable way. 

 What a gardener he would have made had he 

 followed Loudon as closely as he has Audu- 

 bon ! To properly enjoy Burroughs, he should 

 be read in the author's pocket edition, pub- 

 lished by David Douglas, Edinburgh. The 

 burly, brown-cloth American volumes are too 

 coarse a casket for the jewels they enshrine. 

 The only possible objection to his locusts and 

 wild honey is that they are sometimes too highly 

 flavored with thyme from Mount Whitman. 



The yellow-flowering or Missouri currant is 

 in bloom. It deserves to be cultivated, if only 

 for its odor. A shrub will scent a garden, and 

 a bunch of it a hall ; and its bouquet is as spicy 

 as that of the yellow 'St. Peray wine, which I 

 fancy it resembles, the favorite of Dumas pere. 

 The bees crowd around its yellow blossoms, and 

 its honey should be worth its apothecary-weight 

 in gold. 



Herrick's Julia was born too soon. She 

 missed Horsfieldi and many hundred others 

 among the beautiful new English daffodils. 

 But how much time she would have required 



