. Arbor day : its history and observance . side, and counting the white clouds that sail along the sky. softly and tran-quilly, even as holy memories go stealing over the vault of life.—Donald G. Mitchell. OUALITV BETTER THAN OUAXTITY. iNot merely growing like a tree In bulk doth make man better be Or standing long an oak three handrf-d years, To fall a log at last, dry. bald and sear, A lily of a day is fairer far in May. Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light: In small projtortions we just beauties see And in short measure life may perfect be. —[Ben Jonson.
. Arbor day : its history and observance . side, and counting the white clouds that sail along the sky. softly and tran-quilly, even as holy memories go stealing over the vault of life.—Donald G. Mitchell. OUALITV BETTER THAN OUAXTITY. iNot merely growing like a tree In bulk doth make man better be Or standing long an oak three handrf-d years, To fall a log at last, dry. bald and sear, A lily of a day is fairer far in May. Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light: In small projtortions we just beauties see And in short measure life may perfect be. —[Ben Jonson. THE TASTE FOR TREES. There is something noble, simple, and pure in a taste for trees. It argues, I think,a sweet and generous nature to have tbis .strong relish for beauties of vegetation, andthis friendshiy) for the hardy and glorious sons of the forest. There is a grandeurof thought connected with this part of rural economy. It is worthy of liberal andfreeborn and aspiring men. He who plants an oak looks forward to future ages, and. plants for posterity. Nothing can be less seltish than this. He cannot expect to sitin its shade nor enjoy its shelter, but he exults in the idea that the acorn which hehas buried in the earth shall grow up into a lofty pile and shall keep on flourishingand increasing and benefiting mankind long after he shall have ceased to tread hispaternal fields.—Washington Irving. ACCORDANCE OF NATURE. For Xature beats in perfect tune. And rounds with rhyme her every rune, Wliether she work in land or sea, Or hide underground her alchemy. Thou canst not wave thy staff in air, Or dip thy paddle in the lake, But it carves the bow of beauty there. And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake. The wood is wiser far than thou; The wood and wave each other know. Sot unrelated, unatfied, But to each thought and thing allied. Is perfect Natures every part, Rooted in the mighty Heart. —[Emerson. 72 ARBOR DAY ITS HISTORY AND OBSERVANCE. DOING GOOD. When we plant
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