As our forests decrease in extent and deteriorate in quality, and as, with the increase of our population, the demands upon forest products of all kinds become greater, the necessity of a rational system of forestry, and the need of educated foresters becomes more apparent every day. We should, moreover, constantly bear in mind that, while there are trees, as the catalpa, the ash and the hickory, which will attain merchantable size in forty or fifty years from the seed, there are others such as the pine and the tulip-poplar, which require for reaching the necessary dimensions a period of from sixty to eighty years; and still others, such as the oaks and the black walnut, for the full development of which about a hundred and fifty years are required. Can we, in view of this, still be in doubt as to whether or not the time has come when we should earnestly consider the question?
Hon. Adolph Lene,
Secretary of Ohio State Forestry Bureau.
TREE WEATHER PROVERBS.
If the Oak is out before the
Ash,
T’will be
a summer of wet and splash;
But if the Ash is out before
the Oak,
T’will be
a summer of fire and smoke.
When the Hawthorne bloom too
early shows,
We shall have still many snows.
When the Oak puts on his goslings
gray,
’Tis time to sow barley,
night or day.
When Elm leaves are big as
a shilling,
Plant kidney beans if you
are willing;
When Elm leaves are as big
as a penny,
You must plant kidney
beans if you wish to have any.
FLOWERS.
Spake full well, in language
quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth
by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers,
so blue and golden,
Stars, that in
earth’s firmament do shine.
Stars they are, wherein we
read our history,
As astrologers
and seers of eld;
Yet not wrapped about with
awful mystery,
Like the burning
stars which they beheld.
Wondrous truths, and manifold
as wondrous,
God hath written
in those stars above;
But not less in the bright
flowerets under us
Stands the revelation
of His love.
Bright and glorious is that
revelation,
Writ all over
this great world of ours—
Making evident our own creation,
In these stars
of earth, these golden flowers.
—Longfellow.
Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity; children love them; tender, contented, ordinary people love them. They are the cottager’s treasure; and in the crowded town mark, as with a little fragment of rainbow, the windows of the workers in whose heart rests the covenant of peace.
Ruskin.
Arbor Day Celebrations.
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