. St. Nicholas [serial]. Flowers are notwanting. Violets and daisies peep through thegrass, nodding and bowing to each other. It iswith all flowers as with the lilies. Nothing is ar-rayed like one of willow-tree, with its roots kissed by the wateras it ripples by, is swaying its long branches backand forth in the spring breeze. The leaves whispertogether in a subdued way, as if afraid some one mighthear. The birds sing, squirrels chatter, and all livingthings seem happy and peaceful. The true beauty of nature can hardly be expressed inwords. Sometimes minute and intricate, sometimesg
. St. Nicholas [serial]. Flowers are notwanting. Violets and daisies peep through thegrass, nodding and bowing to each other. It iswith all flowers as with the lilies. Nothing is ar-rayed like one of willow-tree, with its roots kissed by the wateras it ripples by, is swaying its long branches backand forth in the spring breeze. The leaves whispertogether in a subdued way, as if afraid some one mighthear. The birds sing, squirrels chatter, and all livingthings seem happy and peaceful. The true beauty of nature can hardly be expressed inwords. Sometimes minute and intricate, sometimesgrand and sublime, but always wonderful, are the com-plicated parts of this earth which we call nature. When Marjory smilesthere s a gleam inthe air, And the summer sunshines in the gold ofher hair, And her eyes are like bitsof the blue summersky, And her laugh ripplessweet as the brook-let hard by, And the sun in her heartmakes the worldbright and gay, And it seems as if summerhad come here tostay—When Marjory SHOWERS ANDSUNSHINE. BY KATHLEEN A. BURGE(AGE IO). There are little showeand cloudy skies, always A HEADING FOR APRIL. BY V. RADCLIFFE, AGE 14. COWARD ISLAND. BY WILLIA NELSON (AGE 16). Coward Island! A strange name, certainly, foran island. Events make history, tis said, andevents or circumstances are often the means of namingplaces of infinitely more importance than this little island. It is a beautiful place, nestlingthat one might step across. Thepebbles between with a rippling,gurgling sound, sparkling in thesunlight, sometimes colored, againclear, and ever hurrying on andon to reach the great river thatflows to the ocean. The island is a treasure-houseof beauty in many forms. Thepebbly shore is strewn with shellsof different kinds and of manysizes—the snail, the mussel, and,most curious of all, the petrifiedshell, which is found everywherehere, especially along the water-courses. It is round and deep,with lines on the outside—a formnever seen here ali
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