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Soon, o'er thy theltered nest.

Thou'rt gone : The abyss of heaven
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart
Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given.

And shall not soon depart.

He who, from zone to zone.
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone.

Will lead my steps aright. — Bryakt.



Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her: 'T is her privilege.
Through all the years of this, our life, to lead
From joy to joy; for she can so inform
The mipd that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues.
Bash judgments, not the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life.
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold
Is full of blessings.

-Wordsworth.



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THE TBEE THAT TRIED TO GROW.

One time there was a seed that wished
to be a tree. It was fifty years ago, and
more than fif ty-a hundred, perhaps,

But first there was a great bare granite
rock in the midst of the WendeU woods.
Little by little, dust from a squirrel's
paw, as he sat upon it eating a nut, faUen
leaves, crumbling and rotten, and per-
haps the decayed shell of a nut, made
earth enough in the hollows of ihe rock
for some mosses to grow, and for the
tough Uttle saxifrage flowers which
seem to thrive on the poorest fare, and
look aU the healthier, like very poor chil-
dren.

Then, one by one, the mosses and blos-
soms withered and turned to dust, until,
after years and years and years, there was'
earth enough to make a bed for a little
feathery birch seed which came flying
along one day.

The sun shone softly through the forest
trees; the summer rain pattered through
the leaves upon it; and the seed felt wide
awake and fuU of life, So it sent a little
pale-green stem up into the air, and a lit-
tle white root down into the shallow bed
of the earth. But you would have been
surprised to see how much the root found
to feed upon in only a handful of dirt.

Yes, indeed! And it sucked and sucked
away with its little hungry mouths, till the
pale-green stem became a small brown
tree, and the roots grew tough and hard.

So, after a great many years, there stood
a tall tree as big round as your body,
growing right upon a large rock, with its
big roots striking into the ground on all
sides of the rock, like a queer sort of a
wooden cage.

—Francis Lee.



THE FIELD LILIES.

Here, tuo, grew the graceful, brown-
spotted red and yeUow field lUies, but
they did not bloom untU midsummer. I
rarely had the pleasure of gathering these
regal blossoms with my own hands, for by
the time they were ready to bloom we
were forbidden to run through the mea-
dow, lest we should trample and tangle
the high timothy grass, as the mowing sea-
son was at hand. However, when the mow-
ers with their shining scythes cut the
grass, if my father was in the field he was
sure to look out for the lilies and to pick
them out from the swaths of grass and
stand them in a jug of water that was kept
in a shady place for the men to drink.
Then he would call to me, and I would
run from the house to the hayfield to
bring back the tall stalks surrounded with
their long, tapering leaves, each bearing at
its summii everal splendid flowers. I
used to think these must have been the
kind that Christ meant when he said,
"Consider the lilies of the field." I have
since learned that the wild liUes of Pales-
tine are much like our own.

Olimpsea at Plant Life,



I never pluck the rose; the violet's head
hath shaken at my breath upon its bank
and not reproached me; the ever-sacred
cup of the pure lily hath between my
hands felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one
grain of gold.

—Walter Savage Landor.



The Romans, as early as the time of
Romulus, we are told, had already insti-
tuted a festival in honor of Flora, whose
name explains itself. This festival was
called Floralia, and was commenced on the
28th of April, continuing till the 1st of
May. It was held to show pleasure and
joy at the re-appearance of spring blos-
soms and flowers, the harbingers of fruit.
" When the flowers appeared in the fields
and the time of the singing of the birds
was come ; when the fig tree put forth
her figs and the vine with tender grapes
gave out their smell," the Flora, the god-
dess of flowers and spring, was honored by
the people, who—

" Let one great dav
To celebrate sports and floral play,
Be set aside.'"



Give fools their gold and and hnaves their power;

Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall;
Who sows a field, or trains a flower,

Or plants a tree, is more than all.

— Whittieb.



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MAN AND THE DEGRADATION OP ENERGY.

Men are continually at work altering
the distribution of matter and energy on
the earth. Gold is sought for in all lands,
and acoumulated in enormous quantities
in London, Paris, Berlin and other towns.
Diamonds are more numerous in Amster-
dam than in Africa, India or Brazil ; and
80 with other mineral commodities. The
salts of the soil upon which its fertility
depends are being removed by every crop
of wheat, to be ultimately cast as useless
sew^einto the sea. Land deprived of its
salts ceases to yield crops; the natural
process of restoration by weathering is too
slow, and manures, which every year are
becoming scarcer, must be sought far and
near to replace them. No animal but man
is so improvident. All others restore the
mineral constituents to the land from
which they gathered their food, and so in-
sure a continuous supply. The potential
energy laboriously stored in growing trees
is destroyed by reckless timber cutting,
and the use of wood as fuel. The aC/Cumu-
lated savings of energy stored up in coal
are being expended in every industrial
occupation, and coal is rapidly becoming
scarcer. Every consumption of energy,
except that of the regular income of solar
radiation, is impoverishing the earth,
and accelerating the natural process of
the degradation of energy. The great
steamer, driving its giant bulk across the
ocean at twenty miles an hour, consumes
as much potential energy in every revolu-
tion of the propeller as served in former
days for the stately clipper, rising and
dipping over the crests of the sea under
the impulse of the sun-driven winds, to
make the whole journey. Tidal power, al-
ready utilized to some extent, and likely to
be made use of increasingly, simply does
work off the energy of the earth's rotation,
and, although in a very minute degree, its
employment hastens the time when earth
and moon will have the same period of ro-
tation. Similarly, all processes now
proudly being Increased in power and
speed dissipate ever faster the wealth of
potential energy that nature lays up at an
ever-diminishing rate. Wind and watej
power and the earth's store of internal



heat are the only non -wasteful sources of
work. Nothing is given for nothing, and
even the knowledge revealed by the scien
tific study of nature, that the power for
effecting these processes will not last for-
ever, has beAn dearly bought. Since the
true part played by energy has been un-
derstood in fact, though possibly not in
name, the governments of all civilized na-
tions have exerted themselves to encour-
age the most economi al processes of
manufacture, the most satisfactory sys-
tems of agriculture, the most intelligent
methods of sewage disposal, and particu-
larly to insure the continuance, and if
possible the increase, of the forests of the
world, on which its prosperity, and even
its habitability, largely depend.

—The Realm of Nature,



PALESTINE.



Palestine presents a very striking ex-
ample of climate altered by human action.
In the days of the Israelites the steep
mountain slopes were terraced artificially
by walls supporting a narrow strip of soil,
on which grain, vines, olives and fruit
trees of many kinds were grown. The
rainfall was regular and gentle, and after
percolating through the terraces, formed
perennial springs at the foot of the slopes,
feeding the brooks which rippled through
the valleys. Now, by neglect, the terraces
have been broken down, and the soil is all
swept into the valleys. The mountain-
sides, being bare and rocky, allow the
occasional heavy showers to dash down in
impetuous torrents to flood temporary
streams, which, when the rain passes, give
place to channels of dry stones. The land
becomes baked in the fierce rays of the
sun by day, and chilled by intense radia-
tion through the clear dry air at night,
the range of temperature having increased
as the rainfall diminished.

— The Realm of Nature.



He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast;
He prayeth best who loveth best
All thlnsrs, both great and small;
For the dear Lord who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.



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Quotations.



The eye sees what it has the means of seeing, truly.
You must have the bird m your heart before you can
find itjin the bush. The eye must have purpose and aim.
No one ever yet found the walking tern without hav-
ing the walking fern in his mind. A person whose
mind is full of Indian relics picks them up in every
field he walks through.

—John Burroughs— 5^rp Eyes.



Arbor Day will make the country visibly more
beautiful every year. Every little community, every
school district, will contribute to the good work.
The school house will gradually become an ornament
as it Is already the great benefit of the village, and
the children wiU be put in the way of living upon
more friendly and intelUgent terms with the bounti-
ful nature which is so friendly to us.

— Qborgk WU.LUM Curtis.

A quest of river grapes, a mocking thrush,
A wild rose, a rock-loving columbine,
alve my worst wounds.

—Emerson.



Oft' have I walned these woodland wajs,
Without the blest foreknowing
That underneath the withered leaves
The fairest flowers were blowing.



If thou art worn and hard beset

With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget.

If thou wouldst read a lesson that will keep

Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,

Go to the woods and hills ! No tears

Dim the sweet look that nature wears.

—Longfellow.



Joy to the thought ot our own own tree!

Long may its branches shade our way ;
This task shall ever our pleasure be,

Planting a tree on Arbor Day.



He who plants a tree,
He plants love;
Tents of coolness spreading out above
Wayfarers he may not live to see.

Gifts that grow are best;

Hands that bless are blest;

Plant; life does the rest!
Heaven and earth help him who plants a tree
And his work its own reward shall be.

— LuctLarcok.



There is no glory in star or blossom,

Till looked upon by a loving eye;
There is no fragrance In April breezes

Till breathed ^^ ith joy as ihey wander by.

—Bryant.



For Na(iu*e beat9 in perfect tune,

And rounds with rhyme her every rune.

Whether she work in land or sea.

Or hide underground her alchemy.

Thou canst not wave thy staff in air,

Or dip tby paddle in the lake.

But it carven the bow of beauty there, -

And the ripples in rhymes the oars forsake.

—Emerson.



There's something in the air
That's new and sweet and rare,—
A scent of summer things,
A whirr as if of wings.

There' •! something, too, that's new
In the color of the blue
That's in the morning 4ky
Before the sun is high.

—Nora Perry.



The stars are tiny daisies high.
Opening and shutting in the sky;
While daisies are the stars t>elow,
Twinkling and sparkling as they grow.

The star buds blossom in the night.
And love the moon's calm, tender light;
But daisies bloom out in the day.
And watch the strong sun on his way.



'*Llttle by little," an acorn said.

As it slowly sank in its mossy bed,

"I am improving every day,

Hidden deep in the earth away."

Little by little each day it grew;

Little by little it sipped the dew;

Downward it sent out a thread-like root;

Up in the air sprang a tmy phoot.

Day after day, and year after year,

Little by little the leaves appear:

And the slender branches spread far and wide

Till the mighty oak is the forest's pride.



A 'traveller, through a dusty road.

Strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up,

And grew into a tree.
Love sought its shade at evening time

To breathe his early vows;
And Age was pleased, in heats of noon,

To bask beneath its boughs.
The dormcu«e loved ita.dangling twigs,

The birds sweet mu^^ic bore;
It stood a glory in its place,

A blessing evermore.

-Charles Mackat,



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Teach the boys and gtrU that the tree that the^
plant on their gala day wUl rear its green coronal of
leaves to the summer sky in the years ihat lie far on
in the distant future. That each new summer chil-
dren will disport themselves round its giant stem,
and silver throated songsierp will carol their joy
amid its branches. That the distant traveler, as he
With drhiWng the sunshine, the wind and the rain; ^^^ j^^^ heated brow beneath the tree that they
Oh, if I wer e a flower> that^s what V d do. planted by the roadside, will bless the hand that wiU

then be silent and still.



If I were a bird I would warble a song.

The sweetest and finest that ever was heard,
And build me a ne>t on the swinging elm tree;

Oh, that's what Id do if I were a bird.

If I were a flower I'd hasten to bloom.
And make myseli beautiful all the day through,



Peeping, peeping, here and there,
In flowers and meadows everywhere,
Coming up to find the spring,
And bear the robin redbreast sing.
Creeping under children's feet,
Glancing at the violets sweet;
Growing into tiny bowers.
For the dainty meadow flowers.
We are small, but think a minute
Of a world with no grass In it.

Fraok-hearted hostess of the fleld and wood,

Gipsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,

June is the pearl of our New England year.

Still a Burorlsal, though expected long.

Her coming startles. Long she lies in wait,

Makes many a feint, peeps forth, draws coyly back,

Then, from some southern ambush in the sky,

With one great gush of blossom storms the world.

A week ago the sparrow was divine;

The bluebird, shifting his light load of song

From post to post along the cheerless fence,

Was as a rhymer ere the poet came;

But now. O raptarel sunshine winged and voiced,



Notes.
Arbor Day is not a legal holiday. Teachers are
requested to substitute Arbor Day exercises for the
regular class work.

The ^r6or Day Manual is a handsome octavo vol-
ume of 450 pages, containing a great variety of selec-
tions for Arbor Day programs, and a number of
songs set to music. It also contains a number of col-
ored engravings. Each of the larger school Ubraries
should contain a copy of it. The publishers, Weed,
Parsons & Co.. Albany. N. Y., wUl furnish one oopy
for $8.M), postage paid, or will send two copies to one
address for $4.00.

Trees of the Northern United States, by Austin C.
Apgar, is a very useful and practical handbook for
those who wish to make a careful study of our native
trees. It is published by the American BookOo.,
Chicago. Price $1.C0.
Glimpses at the Plant World, by Fanny D. Bergen.
Pipe blown through by the warm, wild breath of the contains o series of interesting chapters on common

West
Shepherding his soft droves of fleecy cloud.
Gladness of woods, skies, waters, all in one,
The bobolink has come, and, like the soul
Of the sweet season vocal in a bird.
Gurgles in ecstacy we know not what
Save June.' Dear June! Now God be praised for

-LowEJA.. From Under the Willows.



June!



plants, that will be found entertaining and instructive
by teachers and pupils who have not made a study of
botany in the text-books on that subject. Published
by Lee & Shepard, Boston. Mass. Price seventy- five
cents.

The Wisconsin Arbor Day circular for 1898 was
sent to nearly every school in the state, and should

be found in aU school hbrarles. It contains a large

II is better to know the habits of one plant than number of articles »°d <;^^|<^ ^^^^^^J.*^^ J
the names of a thousand; and wiser to ie happily l^'tions which ^^^^ ^" <^°^ V»^''f " ^l^r
famDiar with those that grow in the nearest flelci, 'or Arbor Day. Teacner. should leave this clrcuUr
than arduously cognizant of all that plume the isles ^ ^he school hbrary for future use.
of the Pacific, or iUumine the Mountains of the Moon. ^^^ grateful acknowledgments of the state super-
intendent are due to the Garden and Forest Publish-
ing Co.. of New York, for the use of the cut of the
white elm presented on page 19; to Mr. C. B. Birge,
of Whitewater, for the beautiful and appropriate de-



— RUSKIN.



When we plant a tree we are doing what we can to
make our planet a more wholesome and happier

dwelling-placefor those who come after us, if not for . „ « - ^ # ou«^»

ourselves. As you drop the seed, as you plant the sign for the cover; to Mr. Eben E. Rex ford, of Shloc-

sapling. your left hand hardly knows what your right ton. for the inspiring "Wisconsin Arbor Day Song,

hand is doing. But Nature knows, and in due time to President Albert Salisbury, of WWtewater. for

the Power that sees and works m secret wUl reward the picture of the Cravath Oak; and to otliercon.

you openly. tributors whose names appear in connection with

- Holmes. the articles they have so kindly prepared.



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RRBGR QKY PRe6R3i7Vl.



Mrs. Cora Lee Chamberlain, River Falls, Wis.



1. Song— "Ameri a"- Stanzas 1 and 2.

My country, His of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,

or thee I siog:
Land where my fathers died ;
Land of the pilgrim's pride;
From every mountaiu-side

Let freedom sing.

My native country, tnee—
Land of the noble free -

Thy name 1 1 ive;
I love thy rocks and rilN,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills

Like that above.



2. Concert Recitation— 5c7ioo/.

The bluebird chants from the elm's long branches,
A hymn to welcome the budding year.
The south wind wanders I rom field to forest.
And softly whispers, "The spring is here."

— Beyakt.



3. Recitation.

Yes, indeed, the spring is here; and it is
a very lively spring too, for the trees have
all heard that the children of Wisconsin
are to choose a state tree today.

What a fluttering of leaves there is as
the trees discuss the news!

They have sent us a message, saying
that it is impossible for them to be present
in person, as it is not their custom to pay
visits, but they will send a few trusty
friends who will present their claims to
us.

Why! here they come now.

(A knock is heard. The teacher opens
the door. Enter six boys and six girls,
representing, by twos, the oak, maple, wil-
low, pine, elm and poplar.)

Each child carries a long branch of his
chosen tree. They march to the front in
pairs, separate and form a line facing the
school. Branches should be held firmly
at the right side in a line with the body,
right and left arms being held as straight
as possible. This is Position :



4. Foresters' Drill.

Present Arms. —Branches are held upper-
most in line with the body, the left hand
holding branch near the lower end, right
hand grasping branch one foot higher up.

Carrt/ Arms.— Bring branches forward
six inches with the right and drop the
left hand by side. Branches returned to
position.

Order Arms. — Grasp branch held in
front of body with right, let go with left
hand, move branch to right.

Right Shoulder ^rww. — Branches are
brought up to right shoulder, being in-
clined to an angle of forty-five degrees.

Position. Tarn to Right and Left. — First
six children turn to right, second six to
left.

March.— They march to opposite sides
of platform.

Right About Face.— The two lines turn
so as to face each other.

Present Arms. — As before.

Position. Support Arms. — Grasp branch
with left hand, elevate it, then seize it
with right hand and pass it to the left
side, holding it in position on the left
shoulder with the lower end of branch
just below the left arm, which is held
across the waist, the right arm hanging
straight down.

Reverse ^Irws.— Hold branch top down-
ward in the last named position with the
right hand.

Forward in Line, Charge.— Keepmg
branches in last named position, each line
charge upon the other across the platform.

Position. — Both lines take positions they
have just left.

Forward, March. -LAnes advance toward
each other, branches held in "position."

Halt.—Liines halt about five feet apart.

/SaZwfe.— (Military ). Each soldier salutes
opposite.

Front Face.— Each line faces the school.

(The two children representing the
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on first entering the room, are by this last
move facing the school. They now recite.
As the remaining couples recite, each
•couple comes down to the front and forms
the line as at first, to right and left of
oaks.)

5. Recitations by Foresters.

First pupil:

A glorious tree Is tie old gray oak;

He ban stood for a thouKaod jear^,
Has stood and frowned on the trtes around

Like a king among his peers.
As around their king they stand, so now.

When the flowers their pale leaves fold,
The tall trees round him stand arrayed

In their robes of purple and gold.

—Hill
Second pupil:

A little of thy steadfastness,
• Rounded with leafy gracefulness,
Old oak, give me,—
That the world's blasts may round me blow,
And I yield gently to and fro,
While my stout- hear ced trunk below
And firm-set roots unshaktn be.

— LOWKI^L.

Third pupil:

Ureen is my canopy in June,

In my branches birds are all in tune.

In the fall a cloak of red.

Wraps me up to my tall proud head.

Fourth pupil:

Take the birds with their songs so sweet.

Take the grass and the rustic seat,

Take them all. but leive to me

This one sun-kissed maple tree.
Fifth pupil:

A lady so fine came out of the woods,

All dressed in silvery gray.
Whether pat in or velvet or soft woolen goods,

Vm sure I'm not able to say.
I asked a young ash which grew by the wall

To tell me the fine lady's i.ame;
*'0h yes,'' he made answer, "no trouble at all,

Hhe has a most enviable fame."
Sixth pupil:

'*So modest is sh \ so dainty and sweet.

Most dearly I love h-r, 'tis true.
But If no objeciian the young lady bring(>,

I'll make her acquainted with >ou."
**Ml8i Willow, my friend Mr. Love-Nature here,

Your frien ship has gallantly sought;"
Then in a low whisper he lauxhingly said,

**We call her liiss Pussy for short."

—Susie E. Kknkbdt.
Seventh pupil:

Hail to the chief who in triumph advances:

Honored and blessed be the ever green Pine!

Heaven rend it happy dew.

Earth send It sap anew,

Gayly to bourgeon and broadly to grow.

— ScoiT.



Eighth pupil:

If Mother Nature patches
The leaves of trees and vines,
I'm sure ^he does her darnmg

With needles of the pines.
They are so long and slender;
And sometimes, in full view.
They have their their thread of cobwebs,
Aud thimbles made of dew.

— W. H. Hatmb.
Ninth pupil:

Hail to the Elm ! the brave old Elm !

Our last lone f or»^t tree,
Whose limbs outstand the lightning's brand.

For a brave old Elm is he!
For flf leen score of full-told years.
He has borne hU leafy piime.

Tenth pupil:

Yet be holds them well, and lives to tell

His tale of ye olden time!
Then hail to the Elm, the green-topped Elm!

And lung may his bi-anches wave,
For a relic is he, the gnarled old tree.

Of the times of the good and brave.

Eleventh pupil:

When the g eat wind sets things whii ling,
And rattles the window panei*.

And blows the dust In giants
And dragons tossing their manes;

When the willows have waves like water,
And children are shouting with glee,

When the pines are alive, and the larches-
Then hurrah fur you and me !

In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip of
The popular poplar tree.

Twelfth pupil:

Don't talk about Jack and the Beanstalk-
He did not climb half so high !
And Alice, in all her travels,
Was never so near the sky !
Only the swallow, a-skimming

The storm cloud over the lea-
Knows how it feels to be flying

When the gusts come strong and free-
In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip
Of the popular poplar tree.

— Blanchie Willis Howard.

(The children now finish the drilL)

Turn to Right and Left, — As before.


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