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of you, to have the ocean-breeze spraying you 

 all the way in from the horizon, and to know the 

 privilege of bathing with your lobster before 

 eating him ! 



Under the lime-tree's shadow I find the cool- 

 est place of the garden. Is it due altogether to 

 the shade, or partially to the myriad insect wings 

 hovering unceasingly over the blooms above me ? 

 The ferns in the fernery near by look cool. 

 Does a fern ever look otherwise than cool, and is 

 not green always the coolest of colors ? Cool 

 are the lilac-scented white stars of the partridge- 

 vine, almost covering its deep - green leaves. 

 Cool, too, are the aspens on the hill-side which 

 the wind visits when he passes by all other trees. 

 And are not the tall, wild lilies cooled by their 

 fluttering whorls ? Despite their warm color, 

 somehow their red Turk's - caps do not look 

 warm, whereas the brick-red of the meadow- 

 lily and the live coals of the scarlet martagon do 

 in comparison. The wild lilies are now mostly 

 in full vermilion bud and flower, some of them 

 rising six feet high amid the ferns. The sight 

 of their great candelabras of from six to a dozen 

 flowers more than atones for the sting of the 

 nettles and the labor of extracting their brittle 

 rhizomes from the network of roots amid which 

 they were entangled. 



