New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1905-10-23
Ho1esese,f,Oes' Exchange.

To too deen for tears. She has her own scale OF
values for these InSo Stones or the costly
spendor Of rare orchids The thing that pieae Sc
l do not doubt that the most important things are
always the best remembered only we mus and Rear
that the real importance OF WnaI we See az
IN the world to be measured at least oy us 1ea.
Of our heat and the life Of life and where We
find little token Of the past very saLey anu iI
believe that memory has made no mistake; 1t IS
because that LITTLE thing Eat mas aTs With US
we cannot lose it. You have half forgotten many
You cannot clearly recall the sublime peak OF
Mont Blanc the roaring curve Of niagara, me me
crystalline voice has left distinct echo in your
Se ana ba the the shadoW Of dream
But there is a nameless valley among the hills
stream and see the foam bells floating on the
pool below the bridge ana the long moss sS of
girl passing through the fields at sunset that still
There is a small flower trembling on its stem in
some hidden nook beneath the open sky THAI never
w5eF5 63eP but 5 s is gone it b
ever in your soul-an amaranthine word OF peau-
White H heather is not an easy flower to find.
day Without success and When it is discovered.
there is little outward charm to commend h b III m
abundantly from the Erica Tetralix and the pink
GLOW Of the ban # R sybo 1t is the Scotch
edeIW;eiss 1t means sincere affection and un-
ers | shall always remember the evening When
I found the white heather on the mooIIalu aooNe
Glen Erchit
The Erchit begins at the bridge of Cally; and its
pIacid beautiful glen, unmarried by railway OF
factory reaches almost down to BlalrgoWrie On
the southern bank but far above the water uiIo
tbe high road to Braemar: on the other SIDE OF tne
Ti1rer nesting among the trees, IS the low White
Manor House, an ancient home of peace. II IS
obence sore wounded in the battle OF life might
J,aii desire to be carried Arthur TO the island
valley of Avior. for rest and heallng. o..
have no thought of reviewing the coilIIctS anu
care 80 that 7iied that summer with sorrow There
we're fightngs without and fears within there
was the surrender of enterprise that mad oeen
i,ray1ndi7f,Ie weakness that follows such a re-
Itarea there was a touch of that wrath with those
we love which. rs Coleridge says; Doth WORK IKE
madness in the brain and, -nylne from eIleSe
+rot,Ias across the sea I found my old comfade OF
37oerrjar DAYS sentenced death, and caught but
brief glimpse of his pale brave face as ne Wenp
Iight and the moon and the stars are darkened
I'D - clouds return after rain. But through
tboso rIoaIdc the mistress OF the glen came 10
meat MA stranger till then, but an appointed
friord minister of needed grace, an angel OF
1Ijiat comfort The thick niStS or rebe!liCf mis-
trust ana despair have long since rolled away
rA stands out clearly, dressed In the ldsul4ll %
Tft- Taars ago with the snowy Ltlr galHeTec
close beneath her widows cap ana d spray Oh
white heather in her outstretched hihu
There is much more about heather written IN the
same delightful strain. In a chapter on beL
heather the author concludes in these words; I
icl,ad q enray Of rosy bell heather from the bank
NJ the river and pressed it between the leaves Of
the hook in memory of Shea." Mr. van Dyke
was then IN the western highlands and the book
ne refers 70 was William Blacks charming "A
Princess Of Thule" with Sheila as heroine.
nTarba+tar Mrs ]. B. CAMPBELL