the surface that makes a sleeping-place for the sea- 

 otter has nothing like the foliage of the maple or 

 the blossom of the horse-chestnut. 



And what of those plants far down in the sea- 

 gardens that never feel the push of waves, those 

 plants that never move or are moved from age to 

 age? Are they perhaps modeled upon the same 

 pattern as their cousins near the shore ? By no 

 means. In the depths where no storm or wave 

 ruffles the eternal serenity nature is free to expand ; 

 and there she grows plants of symmetrical designs 

 with no fear of their accidental destruction. Won- 

 derful forms she models — crimson weeds with 

 plumy fronds, purple dulses with lace-like patterns, 

 iridescent mosses with antlered branches. Countless 

 alg£, wing-shaped, threaded with lines, cupped and 

 domed, starred and crossed and cifcled, are there. 

 "In the wine-dark depths of the crystal, the 

 gardens of Nireus, 

 Coral and sea-fan and tangle, the blooms and the 



palms of the ocean. 

 Stand in meadows and forests unchanging, un- 

 fading from decade to decade." 



John C. van Dyke. 



Cl^e (]5amn at Cijen 



Pink and white and gold 



'Mid the waning light. 

 Stars that first unfold 



At the gate of night; 

 Peeping o'er the pansy beds. 



Flashing through the phlox, 

 A blessing on your bonny heads, 



Happy four-o'clocks ! 



Samuel Minturn Peck. 



