New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1893-10-01

species) this morning TO our very doorstep In
| search of food, inducing them tonight TO re-
sumo voyage which may terminate only in the
tropics.
Each walk abroad brings up new questions for
settlement The last IS one Of preference pure
or the stone wall affords the greater possiblities
Till recently had no doubt as TO the aesthetic
superiority of the stone, wall. 1t has such in
finite capacity for tumbling for taking on o
tints Of time and weather. When quite PROSTATE
its ruin is hidden 90 tcnderly by bloodred tanglas
OF virginia crecpcr: By silky plnmes OF cematis,
about its feet. In the presence Of the ideal stone
wall, and know hundred such, there seems no
room for indecision. Yet the crooked course OF
the snake fence is undeniably picturesque. Ito
"aigzags' offer singularly choice retreats for
great cumps of purplestalked, red-stained. heavy
fruited poke weed, for groups of yellow-brown
with orange pods split open to reveal their scarlet
coated secis No stone wall can yield such
casional yistas, of meadow beyond, bright. with
of n v aa When its pans anS
shrubs and crsepers left quite unmolested,
free TO follow its devious course. TO Irvine about
lis posts. or to peep conidingly over it, topmost
rails, then. own. my loyalty begins to waver.
But after time the rambler out OF doors
grows accustomed to leaving his questions I'M
anawered. Plant nature. especially, he finds
almost az inconsistent and contradictory as his
own. Surprises soon cease TO he surprising. Even
now the rank stems of the cilicory are studded
with bright, blue blossoms. The sun shines
warm and sweet upon grass which is green and
tender "a in June Soothing insect muImurs -
fill the air that the absence Of bird notes is
hardly felt Clover heads full and deep
hned. yielding stores OF nectar 10 the bees. All
about are bright groups of black-cycd Susan-a
plant which two months ago looked brown and
I" done for" Feathcry clusters Of wild carrot ire
minding Walt Whitman Of delicate pats Of
snOwfialSes'n spread themselves beside the fruit
ing umrcls, which look like collapsed birds.
nests. Daisies are fresh, and buttercups glossy
that one can hardly resist brushing them with
his lips to see if they actually wet. Yet
the maple which leans clear across the brook Is
already crimson and when reach the rocky
hillside the yellow fronds of the Dicksonia ex-
hales n subtle fragrance which suggests decay.
Another faint. elusive odor. starting Il train or
equally elusive memories. floats upward from the
only flower at our feet the "lfe-everlasting."
which, as children. I hardly know why. we al
ways associated with graves. Here. where there
is none of the life and freshness of the meadow
below. il seems 70 decorate the grave OF summer.
DR. Holmes saws concerning it: "A something
it has Of sepulchral spcery. as il il had been
brought from the Of some great pyramid,
where it had lain on the breast OF mummie1
Pharaoh. Something, too, OF immortality in the
sad faint sweetness lingering long in its life-
less petals. Yet this does not tell why IL fills
my eyes with tears, and carries me in blissful
ihonaht to the banks of asphodel that border
the River Of Life"