30 THROUGH GLADE AND MEAD. 
organs, the stamens and the pistils, and lacking the 
showy calyx or corolla. It is rather in such as the 
trailing arbutus (L£pig@a repens, L.), the hepatica 
( Hepatica triloba, Chaix)—I dislike very much its book- 
name, liverleaf—the bloodroot (Sanguznaria Canaden- 
sis, L.), the anemone (Anemone nemorosa, L.) —who 
thinks of calling it windflower?—the early yellow violet 
(Viola rotundifolia, Michx.). There is a delicate beauty 
about these which endears them to all hearts. Year 
after year the pale pink blooms of the trailing arbutus 
allure us to some favorite and well-remembered nook 
where the sweet and quiet eyes are opening under the 
last year’s dead leaves. What pleasant recollections 
of long-gone springtimes are associated with this little 
flower! The tender grace of those days that are dead 
does come back to us and we feel the touch of the van- 
ished hands and hear again the voices that are still. It 
is easier to pull up this favorite flower by the roots than 
to break the stems, and hence comes the necessity of 
forbearance. It is worth while to be able to answer in 
the affirmative the questions of our philosopher-poet, 
Emerson: 
“Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? 
Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk? 
O, be my friend, and teach me to be thine!” 
