XIII. 



OOLOUE. 



ERY beautiful are the 

 tints of sylvan Win- 

 ter. Those who say 

 the season is ' dead ' 

 have no eyes for its 

 colour, lifcj move- 

 ment, and force* 

 'Where is its 00-= 

 lour ? ' we fancy 

 5 some readei* may 



exclaim* There iS green, he will admit. How 

 many are the shades of green? There is the 

 dark, glistening verdancy of the Holly, and the 

 rich depth of the Ivy* Look at Ivy glistening even 

 from the gloom of a fog ! Is it one monotonous 

 shade of colour ? No, indeed. The darkj deep 

 glossiness of the leafy epidermis is contracted by 



