In memory of my boyhood home, 



and of those who lived and died there, 



and lived again, 



T dedicate this book 



to the ever gracious spirit of the lines : 



" How dear to my heart 



Are the scenes of my childhood 

 When fond recollection 



Presents them to view. 

 The orchard, the meadow. 



The deep tangled wildwood. 

 And every loved spot 



That my infancy knew." 



