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 "If I knew 



Only the herbs and simples of the wood, 

 Rue, cinquefoil, gill, vervain and agrimony, 

 Bine-vetch and trillium, hawkweed, sassafras, 

 Milkweeds and murky brakes, quaint pipes and sundew. 

 And rare and virtuous roots, which in these woods 

 Draw untold juices from the common earth, 

 Untold, unknown, and I could surely spell 

 Their fragrance, and their chemistry apply 

 By sweet affinities to human flesh. 

 Driving the foe and stablishing the friend 

 O, that were much, and I could be a part 

 Of the round day, related to the sun 

 And planted world, and full executor 

 Of their imperfect functions. 

 But these young scholars, who invade our hills, 

 Bold as the engineer who fells the wood, 

 And travelling often in the cut he makes, 

 Love not the flower they pluck, and know it not, 

 And all their botany is Latin names." Emerson. 



Copyright, 1912. 

 BY W. S. BLATCHLEY. 



"How ineffably vast and how hopelessly infinite is the study of \\:\- 

 ture! If a mere dilletante observer like myself a saunterer who gathers 

 posies and chronicles butterflies by the wayside for the pure love of them 

 were to tell even all that he has noticed in passing of the manners and 

 habits of a single weed of its friends and its enemies, its bidden gnests 

 and its dreaded foes, its attractions and its defenses, its little life history 

 and the wider life history of its race he would fill a whole book up with 

 what he knows about that one little neglected flower ; and yet he would 

 have found out after all but a small fraction of all that could be known 

 about it, if all were ever knowable." (Inint Mien. 



