SCHOOL DEPARTMENT 



Edited by ALICE HALL WALTER 



Address all communications relative to the work of this depart- 

 ment to the Editor, 67 Oriole Avenue, Providence, R. I. 



"Nature has no human inhabitant who appreciates her. The birds with their plu- 

 mage and their notes are in harmony with the flowers, but what j'outh or maiden con- 

 spires with the wild, luxuriant beauty of nature? She flourishes most alone, far from 

 the towns where they reside. Talk of heaven ! ye disgrace earth. 



"Sometimes I rambled to pine groves, standing like temples, or like fleets at sea, 

 full-rigged, with wavy boughs, and rippling with light, so soft and green and shady that 

 the Druids would have forsaken their oaks to worship in them; or to the cedar wood 

 beyond Flint's Pond, where the trees, covered with hoary blue berries, spiring higher 

 and higher, are fit to stand before Valhalla, and the creeping juniper covers the ground 

 with wreaths full of fruit; or to swamps where the usnea lichen hangs in festoons from 

 the white-spruce trees, and toadstools, round tables of the swamp gods, cover the 

 ground, and more beautiful fungi adorn the stumps, like butterflies or shells, vegetable 

 winkles; where the swamp-pink and dogwood grow, the red alder-berry glows like 

 eyes of imps, the waxwork grooves and crushes the hardest woods in its folds, and the 

 wild-holly berries make the beholder forget his home with their beauty, and he is 

 dazzled and tempted by nameless other wild forbidden fruits, too fair for mortal taste. 



"Instead of calling on some scholar, I paid many a visit to particular trees, of kinds 

 which are rare in this neighborhood, standing far away in the middle of some pasture, or 

 in the depths of a wood or swamp, or on a hill top: such as the black-birch of which we have 

 some handsome specimens two feet in diameter; its cousin the yellow-birch, with its loose 

 golden vest, perfumed like the first; the beech, which has so neat a bole and beautifully 

 lichen-painted, perfect in all its details, of which, excepting scattered specimens, I know 

 but one small grove of sizable trees left in the township, supposed by some to have been 

 planted by the pigeons that were once baited with beech nuts near by; it is worth the 

 while to see the silver grain sparkle when you split this wood; the bass; the hornbeam; 

 the celiis occidentalis , or false elm, of which we have but one well-grown; some taller 

 mast of a pine, a shingle tree, or a more perfect hemlock than usual, standing like a 

 pagoda in the midst of the woods; and many others I could mention. These were the 

 shrines I visited both summer and winter." — Excerpt from Walden, Henry D. Thoreait. 



"He saw with a clear and kindred eye, he understood with his heart, the life of field 

 and wood and water about him. The open sky, the solitudes of the windy hill-top, the 

 sweep of the storm, the spacious changes of dark and dawn, these, it seems to me, spoke 

 to him more clearly than to others." — C. G. D. Roberts, in Introduction to Walden. 



BIRD AND ARBOR DAY 



AN AWAKENING 



In most of the talks we listen to on Bird and Arbor Day, in most of the 

 poems and prose selections we recite or read to celebrate this occasion, we hear 

 about the awakening of spring, when birds return and trees and early plants 

 blossom, and insects and hibernating animals emerge from a winter's sleep. 



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