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have the elemental rays of green in blue and 

 yellow, and we have, too, in the clouds, fiery red, 

 and purple, and orange, and gold. 



Rich, indeed, are the wintry hues of the forest 

 — ^bole, branch, spray, and foliage. Even the 

 ground is brilliantly dyed with the deep green, the 

 golden-green, or the purple and red, and pink 

 and orange, and brown of moss; the red and 

 brown of fallen leaves ; and the reddish-brown of 

 the Bracken. In meadow and lane, too, are many 

 rich colours, unsuspected sometimes by those who 

 have never looked for them, but often plain to the 

 most heedless eyes. And by the sea-shore there 

 is a wealth of beauty. Here is one little glimpse 

 obtained during a rapid railway journey. Against 

 the red pebbly surface of the sandstone rocks we 

 noticed the contrast of deep green grass, and the 

 golden blossoms of wild camomile. There had 

 been a recent thaw, and all the colours were of 

 the freshest. Passing meadows and trees and 

 houses, we noted the rich colouring given on tree- 

 trunks and walls by moss and lichen — green, and 

 gold, and orange. Then some Scotch Firs lighted 

 up the scene, contrasting with the bare boughs 



