MAY FLOWERS. 
“And what was the Trinity Flower like, my Father?” asked the boy. 
“Tt was about the size of Herb Paris, my son,” replied the hermit. 
“But instead of being fourfold every way, it numbered the mystic Three. 
Every part was threefold. The leaves were three, the petals three, the 
sepals three. The flower was snow-white, but on each of the three parts 
it was stained with crimson stripes, like white garments dyed in blood.” 
—Mrs. J. H. EwiInc— Zhe Trinity Flower: 
It seems a long time since Howard’s Woods were cut 
down. They had a special interest for me because I 
first found in them many plants whose reappearance 
year by year was very welcome. On the gently sloping 
hillside was a grove of scattered pine trees, mingled 
with elm and maple, amid which a little brook slipped 
on its quiet way down into the valley where it was hid- 
den under the thick shade of maple, beech, hornbeam 
and hemlock. By-its side grew some of the earliest 
flowers, and conspicuous among these by its size and 
color was the purple trillium or birthroot (Trillium 
erectum, L.). For several years I watched them in bud 
