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an immense bronze eagle, a wonder- 

 ful piece of Japanese art, to his mind, 

 above all the others. In his garden 

 was hij pride and rest from office 

 hours, set out by his own hands, forty 

 \arieties of their beautiful maples, 

 and many other singular, rare shmbs 

 and plants, admired by all the coun- 

 try side. 



The nature of the man is well 

 shown by the motto put forth on his 

 book-plate, in a work presented to 

 me in 1882, "Non Sibi Led Omnibus," 

 (Not for one's-self, but for all.) He 

 told me one day while sitting at his 

 office waiting to go out to Dorchester 

 with him that he had never taken a 

 holiday off, every day found work for 

 him to do, "Work" was his "Golden 

 Rule." In the dusk of evening tide, 

 he would say, come Emerson, let us 

 off for a wall; in the wood, and com- 

 mune with the natives long passed 

 away that lived here. Few words 

 would pass between us, unless some 

 special fine tree would attract his at- 

 tention, when he would refer to man's 

 future life. In the latter part of his 

 life he was greatly interested in meta- 

 physics and published "Occultism," 

 1893-5, and his last undertaking was 

 "Light Irom the Far East," the latter 

 ];re3enting many of his late revela- 

 tions of truth." 



Mr. Wade will always be remember- 

 ed by his early admirers of the O. and 

 O. His was a life that was trying to 

 help those that he could most benefit 

 by assisting them along in their line 

 of work. 



We leave him, with many kind 

 memories of his big-heartedness to his 

 fellow creatures; that he built bet- 

 ter than he thought for those of his 

 day. W. Otto Emerson. 



November, 1910. 



Among the Rocks. 



The morning of .June 9th this iiast 

 season looked like the beginning of a 

 fine day so I took an early start. 



I left the river at the mouth of a 

 large mountain stream and started 

 back along the mountain side. For 

 two miles the timber is almost entire- 

 ly hardwood, and Red-eyed Vireo, Red- 

 starts, Hooded and Black throated 

 Blue Warblers were singing about me, 

 but although I went slowly I could 

 lind nothing but a Redstart's nest con- 

 taining four eggs. When I came to 

 the first tributary, a clear cold spring 

 run, there was jjlenty of hemlock so I 

 followed this stream for over a mile. 

 Here I heard Black throated, Green, 

 Magnolia and Canadian Warblers 

 singing. I found several decoy Win- 

 ter Wrens' nests under old roots and 

 logs along the stream, but no good 

 nests. 



Pretty well up this stream I saw 

 a female Black-i)oll Warbler taking a 

 bath. When she left she disappeared 

 into the hemlock. I tried to follow 

 but couldn't. While trying to see her 

 again I saw a newly comjileted nest 

 "of Magnolia Warbler. 



It began to look like a i)oor day so 

 I crossed the mountain to the river 

 side. 



Here all along the brow of the 

 mountain and scattered along on the 

 side are huge boulders of white gravel 

 rock. They are big fellows too, some 

 of them forty feet high and piled and 

 thrown about in all kinds of shapes. 

 The tojjs and sloping sides are car- 

 peted with moss and ferns. The 

 ground is damp and numerous little 

 springs are plentiful. Because of this 

 dam]) condition, ferns and vegetation 

 flourish. The timber is mostly hem- 

 lock with a sprinkling of hardwood 

 of all kinds. There is lots of under- 

 brush and a great deal of laurel. Here 

 I found birds common and a variety. 



