THE FOREGOING reminds me of something. As the individualities I would mainly portray have certainly been slighted by folks who make pictures, volumes, poems, out of themas a faint testimonial of my own gratitude for many hours of peace and comfort in half-sickness, (and not by any means sure but they will somehow get wind of the compliment,) I hereby dedicate the last half of these Specimen Days to the
mulleins, tansy, peppermint,
moths (great and little, some splendid fellows,)
wasps and hornets,
cat birds (and all other birds,)
glow-worms, (swarming millions of them indescribably strange and beautiful at night over the pond and creek,)
tulip-trees (and all other trees,)
and to the spots and memories of those days, and of the creek.