SCHIZAEA.J.E.  SMITH

71.  Schizaea pusilla.  Pursh. 72.  Scolopendrium vulgare.  J.E.  Smith. 
    PHYLLITIS SCOLOPENDRIUM. (L.) Newman.

TRICHOMANES.L.

73.  Trichomanes radicans.  Sw. 
    Trichomanes Boschianum.  Sturm.

WOODSIA.R.  BY.

74.  Woodsia glabella.  R. Br. 75.  Woodsia alpina. (Bolton.) S.F.  Gray. 
    Woodsia hyperborea.  R. Br.
76.  Woodsia ilvensis. (L.) R. Br. 77.  Woodsia Cathcartiana.  B.L.  Robinson. 78.  Woodsia obtusa. (Spreng.) Torr. 79.  Woodsia oregana.  D.C.  Eaton. 80.  Woodsia scopulina.  D.C.  Eaton.

WOODWARDIA.J.E.  SMITH
81.  Woodwardia virginica.  Sm.
82.  Woodwardia areolata. (L.) Moore. 
    Woodwardia angustifolia.  Sm.

THE PETRIFIED FERN

  In a valley, centuries ago,
  Grew a little fern-leaf green and slender,
  Veining delicate and fibers tender,
  Waving when the wind crept down so low;
  Rushes tall and moss and grass grew round it,
  Playful sunbeams darted in and found it,
  Drops of dew stole down by night and crowned it. 
  But no foot of man e’er came that way—­
  Earth was young and keeping holiday.

  Monster fishes swam the silent main,
  Stately forests waved their giant branches,
  Mountains hurled their snowy avalanches,
  Mammoth creatures stalked across the plain,
  Nature reveled in grand mysteries;
  But the little fern was not of these,
  Did not slumber with the hills and trees,
  Only grew and waved its wild, sweet way;
  No one came to note it day by day.

  Earth, one time, put on a frolic mood,
  Heaved the rocks and changed the mighty motion
  Of the deep, strong currents of the ocean;
  Moved the plain and shook the haughty wood,
  Crushed the little fern in soft, moist clay,
  Covered it and hid it safe away. 
  Oh, the long, long centuries since that day! 
  Oh, the changes!  Oh, life’s bitter cost! 
  Since the useless little fern was lost.

  Useless?  Lost?  There came a thoughtful man
  Searching Nature’s secrets far and deep;
  From a fissure in a rocky steep
  He withdrew a stone o’er which there ran
  Fairy pencilings, a quaint design,
  Leafage, veining, fibers clear and fine,
  And the fern’s life lay in every line! 
  So, I think, God hides some souls away,
  Sweetly to surprise us the last day!—­M.B.  BRANCH.