A Window in Arcady 
sally into a world of pitfalls and vanity. They seem 
quite spiritless, for when you shake the flowers the bugs 
drop dejectedly off, as though they had expected nothing 
better from their lot in life. As a matter of fact, the 
carrot appears to be a favorite mark for many sorts of 
insects, the larvae of which often destroy the roots of the 
garden variety—a form, by the way, which is believed to 
have been directly developed from our wilding weed. The 
root of the wild plant, while possessing the characteristic 
flavor of the carrot, is inedible on account of its woodi¬ 
ness. 
June 30. —From time immemorial May has been the 
poets’ especial favorite among the months, but warm¬ 
hearted June, with a rose in her hair and an ocean of 
daisies surging about her feet, is a rival that presses her 
hard in the affections of the people. And there is this 
advantage that June has—a man may lie on his back on 
the turf, immersing himself in a very bath of grasses, 
with comparative immunity from rheumatism. So lying, 
his eyes, upturned, confront a fact of which in the absorp¬ 
tion of earthly pursuits he is prone to take all too little 
account—the fact that there is a Heaven above him. 
From the sunny sky of June a shadow sometimes falls 
that is not from a passing cloud. We look up and see 
floating in the clear ether a great, dark bird, with wide 
extended pinions fringed at each tip. Now it is motion¬ 
less and drifts with the wind; now it slowly careens to 
one side and now to the other, like a ship on the billows 
of an aerial sea; now its flight is quickened, and, describing 
great arcs of circles, it passes from view. This is the 
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