deathlessness of life, the eternal recurrence of its power, 

 fresh from the hand of the living God. Looking upon 

 these tender blossoms, it is almost impossible not to feel 

 a new thrill of hope and a new sense of the deep-rooted 

 feeling that welled in Browning when he wrote, "God's 

 in His heaven, all's right with the world." 



You will have no trouble in picking out this bush. Its 

 flowers droop in three or four-inch racemes, from 

 greenish-yellow bracts. These flowers are of a pale 

 lemon or canary yellow, and are five-petaled and five- 

 stamened. Its leaves, hazel-like, have given the shrub 

 its name Corylopsis (corylus and opsis). They are 

 acutely heart-shaped, are on long stems, have serrated 

 margins, and are strongly feather veined. On their 

 undersides they are glaucous and pubescent. The fruit 

 of the shrub is a dehiscent capsule, containing two 

 glossy-black seeds. The bush is a native of Japan and 

 certainly a welcome and charming importation for our 

 parks. 



Cryptomeria Taponica. (Japan Cedar. No. 24.) In 

 the midwesterly part of the Ramble there is a little path, 

 a little loop in the Walk, that gives you a sweet retire- 

 ment from the rush of city streets, and almost buries 

 you amid the leafy boughs. The birds sing and flash 

 by on sudden, bursting wings, and at your feet a little 

 stream feels its way along from a slumbrous pool to 

 leap in silver rills down a rock-choked chasm to the 

 sun-lighted waters of the Lake below. This little 

 dream-spot can be easily found if you take the path that 

 leads off due east from the Schiller Bust, cross a bridge 

 which spans the outlet of the rill, mentioned above, into 



