5 8 AN ISLAND GARDEN 



berry, Gooseberry, Wild Currant, Winterberry, 

 Spirea, and I know not what, such crowds of flow- 

 ers ! The last of the gay golden Erythroniums, the 

 Dogtooth Violets, dancing in the breeze ; the large, 

 softly colored Anemones, now nearing their end ; 

 the banks of pearly Eyebrights ; the white Violets, 

 lowly and fragrant; the straw-colored Uvularia; 

 the ivory spikes of Solomon's Seal, just breaking 

 into bloom, with its companion, the starry Trien- 

 talis ; the tufts of Fern in cool clefts of rocks, of 

 these I gathered several clumps for my fernery in 

 the shade of the piazza. It would take too long 

 to tell of all the flowers I saw, but one more I 

 must mention. At the upper edge of a little cove 

 at the southwest, where the old settlement of more 

 than a hundred years ago was thickest, the earth 

 was blue with the pretty Gill-go-over-the-ground, 

 its charming blossoms covering the green turf and 

 cropping out among the loose stones, a dear, 

 quaint little flower in two shades of blue marked 

 with rich red-purple. It was too early for the 

 Pimpernel to be in bloom, but the pink Herb 

 Robert was out, the smallest of all the Geranium 

 family, and I saw ranks of Goldenrod more than a 

 foot high getting ready for autumn. To tell all I 

 saw and all I loved and rejoiced in would take a 

 whole day. Oh, the green and brown and golden 

 mosses, the lovely, lowly growths along the way, 

 and oh, the birds that sang and the waves that 

 leaped and murmured along the shore ! The 

 sweet sky and the soft clouds, the far sails, the 

 full joy of the summer morning, who shall tell 

 it ? I was so happy trundling home my barrow 



