polypody a long time after my body has passed. 

 The brakes, the sarsaparilla, the osmundas, the Solo- 

 mon's-seals, the lady's-slippers, have long since with- 

 ered and fallen. The huckleberries and blueberries, 

 too, have lost their leaves. The forest floor is cov- 

 ered with a thick coat of moist brown leaves. But 

 what is that perennial and springlike verdure that 

 clothes the rocks, of small green plumes pointing 

 various ways? It is the cheerful community of the 

 polypody. It survives at least as the type of vegeta- 

 tion, to remind us of the spring which shall not fail. 

 These are the green pastures where I browse now. 

 Why is not this form copied by our sculptors instead 

 of the foreign acanthus leaves and bays? 



Journal, x, 153, 154. 



