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Every one wondered how it was that the Grant Girls' garden should outbloom all others, and that nobody else ever had any hope of first prize at the Fall fairs. One said it was the sheltered location of the place, others the low elevation, still others that it was the southern slope that made the Craig-Ellachie garden unfold the earliest crocus in Spring and hold safely the latest aster in Autumn.
When news reached the Hams that Roland and his beloved Aster were wedded, Lydia, who was by this time likewise a wife, said: 'I don't envy that 'ere one her bargain. You would never now, would you, dear, ask anybody out to fight a dool? Lydia, at least, told the truth. Aster lived very happily with Roland, and she still retains the beauty for which, in those olden days, she was so noted.
Shall we, then, be so untrue to our craft, shall we, in short, be so unguardedly natural, as to confess that "Bitter-Sweet" has surprised us? It is truly an original poem, as genuine a product of our soil as a golden-rod or an aster. It is as purely American, nay, more than that, as purely New-English, as the poems of Burns are Scotch.
At every station I jumped off the car and looked hurriedly for specimens, till, after three or four attempts, I found what I was seeking, the golden aster, Chrysopsis falcata. Here in Truro it was growing everywhere, and of course in Dyer's Hollow. Another novelty was the pale greenbrier, Smilax glauca, which I saw first on the hill at Provincetown, and afterward discovered in Longnook.
On the day of the duel I was captured and brought hither, and watch has since been kept upon me. I resolved many timed to leave and endeavour to reach the United States, till the feeling over my crime had subsided. 'What do you mean? Aster enquired, laying her hand with its crooked little finger upon his. 'The duel, of course. 'Why, haven't you heard? Why, he recovered from his wound.
Ah, my darling, it was then, and then for the first time only, that I knew how dear you were to me; that above all things in heaven or on earth I loved my own sweet Aster. But how helpless now, how agonizing was that love which my misfortune had fanned into such a sudden flame.
His hair was as dark as a crow's; and it was as coarse as the bristles of a hog. He was short and rather stout of build; was somewhat 'horsey' in makeup; and had a face rather handsome. But that he was low-bred, there could not be the shadow of a doubt. 'I thought you had eluded me, Aster, he said in the most familiar way; 'thought you had stolen away up the river with that book. 'Oh, indeed.
T. W. Harris states that May 15, 1832, one female laid its eggs in the hollow of an aster stalk. Three perfect insects were disclosed from it July 28th. The observations of Mr. Angus, who saw some bees making their cells May 18th, also confirm this account. The history of our little upholsterer is thus cleared up.
Arthur Benson's poems, by the way, came caparisoned in yellow, and with the identical name, Le Cahier Jaune; and no doubt it was largely its title that made the success of The Yellow Aster. In literature, indeed, yellow has long been the colour of romance.
About the time the purple aster began to unclose its fringed lids, and the mariposa lily to unfold its delicate cups on the lower mesa, nearly the middle of July, full-grown chewink babies, in brown coats and streaked vests, made their appearance in the grove, and after that the whole world might search the scrub oaks and not a bird would say him nay.
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