are a very sociable little flower, and dwell close to- gether in communities, sometimes covering a space no larger than the palm of the hand, but keeping one another in cheerful heart and life,—sometimes they occupy a much larger space. Lobelia, a pink flower, growing in the woods. Columbines, of a pale red, be- cause they have lacked su11, growing in rough and rocky places on banks in the copses, precipitating to- wards the lake. The leaves of the trees are not yet out, but are so apparent that the woods are getting a very decided shadow. Water-weeds on the edge of the lake, of a deep green, with roots that seem to have nothing to do with earth, but with water only.

lllay 23(Z.-I think the face of nature can never look more beautiful than now, with this so fresh and youthful green, —- the trees not being fully in leaf, yet enough so to give airy shade to the woods. The sun- shine fills them with green light. Monument Moun- tain and its brethren are green, and the lightness of the tint takes away something from their massiveness and ponderosity, and they respond with livelier effect to the shine and shade of the sky. Each tree now within sight stands out in its own individuality of hue. This is a very windy day, and the light shifts with magical alternation. ln a walk to the lake just now with the children, We found abundance of flowers,-—wild ge- ranium, violets of all families, red columbines, and many others known and unknown, besides innumera- ble blossoms of the wild strawberry, which has been in bloom for the past fortnight. The Houstonias seem quite to overspreatl some pastures, when viewed from a distance. Not merely the flowers, but'the various shrubs which one sees,— seated, for instance, on the