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Introduction
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Age we would all fain have, but—Spring all the year? That is a graver question, for if the seasons lost themselves in an Eternal Spring we should sigh for our roses in vain, in vain.
From flowers Bacon carries us in thought to the Breath of Flowers; a beautiful description of the scent. I, for one, plead ignorance to the knowledge that dead strawberry leaves yield a "most Excellent Cordial Smell"; but the thought of tender perfume filling the air as the result of plants being "Troden upon and Crushed" will find an echo of sympathy in many hearts, aye, in many lives. There is many a sprig of "Burnet, Wilde-Time,
