What plant we in the apple tree? 
Buds, which the breath of summer days 
Shall lengthen into leafy sprays ; 
Boughs, where the thrush with crimson breast 
Shall haunt and sing and hide her nest. 
A shadow for the noontide hour, 
A shelter from the summer’s shower. 
Sweets for a hundred flowery springs 
To load the May wind’s restless wings ; 
A world of blossoms for the bee, 
We plant with the old apple tree. 
Wititram C. BRYANT. 
Sentiment and feeling, and what flows from them, con- 
stitute a large part of our happiness. 
the world of its poetry, its romance, its sweetness to sac- 
rifice all sentiment to a hard theory. We do not live for 
utility alone. 
BisHor Coxe. 
It would divest 
