HIS PERSONALITY 
of a child of the donor, Mr. Burbank made an 
address which I may briefly quote from as 
indicative not only of his devotion to children 
but of his ability to express a beautiful 
thought in graceful fashion: 
“TI love sunshine, the blue sky, trees, flowers, 
mountains, green meadows, sunny brooks, the 
ocean when its waves softly ripple along the 
sandy beach, or when pounding the rocky 
cliffs with its thunder and roar, the birds of 
the field, waterfalls, the rainbow, the dawn, 
the noonday, and the evening sunset,— but 
children above them all. Trees, plants, 
flowers, they are always educators in the right 
direction, they always make us happier and 
better, and, if well grown, they speak of loving 
care and respond to it as far as is in their 
power; but in all this world there is nothing so 
appreciative as children,—these sensitive, quiv- 
ering creatures of sunshine, smiles, showers 
and tears.” 
I may not better illustrate one phase of this 
many-sided man than to say, on the testimony 
of a friend, that the first time he looked upon 
the noble sweep of the Yosemite Valley he 
did not go into an ecstasy of expletives, but 
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