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of sulphur-yellow globular flowers, plentifully surrounded 

 throughout by upright leaves, standing, sentinel-like, high out of 

 the water, as though they knew why they were there. An oc- 

 casional seed-rod, conical and immature, showing its head, ap- 

 pears as an uneasy intruder, while underneath, large, smooth, 

 green, depressed leaves, cover the surface of the water so com- 

 pletely that not until the outer line of vegetation is reached does 

 the water become visible. 



This is the Woodstown mill-dam, "where lilies blow," and 

 the smallest boy who dabbles in its waters is proud of it. The 

 gentle murmur of falling waters follow us, and above, from pine 

 top to pine top, kingfishers cross and recross the lake, ever on 

 the alert for prey. Ceaselessly they chatter as they race, and in 

 marked contrast with the more peaceful wrens and swallows, who 

 keep close to the lower eaves of the old mill, making so little noise 

 that their presence might never be suspected. 



It is a rare treat to see the Woodstown lilies at their best, 

 and while the plant is plentiful at several points not many miles 

 distant, the knowledge lessens our interest not a whit, for let the 

 oldest inhabitant of Woodstown believe he has the "only pond of 

 lotus lilies in the United States," and that the aggregation of 

 plants there, was started by "seed brought down by the wild ducks 

 from Canada." The possession may be all in all to him, but we 

 know that the beauty so lavishly bestowed at Woodstown is else- 

 where, and elsewhere must be as beautiful, and bright, and as 

 free as the sun, which everywhere gives to beauty both light and 

 life. 



Germantown, Pa. 



A PLANT I IMMIGRANT. 

 By Wizard N. Clute. 

 One of the redeeming features of rubbish heaps, ballast 

 grounds and waste lands is that they furnish a lurking place for 

 numerous wanderers and outcasts of the vegetable kingdom. 



