FLOWERS OF JUNE.

COMMON NAME.	COLOR.	LOCALITY, ETC.
Alpine azalea	Wh., rose-color	White Mts., rocky hills; N. E.
Alum-root	Greenish-purple	Rocky woodlands; Conn. to Wis.
Alum-root, downy	Purplish-white	Rich woods; Lancaster, Pa.
American ipecac	Rose-color	Deep woods; N. Y., Pa., and West.
Arrow-wood	White, light blue berries	Wet places. Common North.
Bell-shaped sullivantia	White	Limestone cliffs; Ohio, Wis.
Bird's-eye primrose	Pale lilac	Shores of Western lakes; Mt. Kineo, Me.
Black snakeroot	Greenish-yellow	Copses, open glades. Common.
Black huckleberry	Reddish, berries black	Woodlands. Common.
Blue-tangle	White, berries dark blue	Low copses; New England.
Bunchberry	White flowers, red berries	Damp, cold, deep woods; Me.
Burning-bush	Dark purple	Shaded woods; N. Y., Pa., South.
Bush honeysuckle	Honey yellow	Rocks and thickets; Northward.
Buttercups	Yellow	Banks and fields. Common.
Cassiope	Wh., rose-color	White Mts., Adirondacks, Me. Rare.
Chervil	White	Fields and copses; Lancaster, Pa., N. J.
Chinquepin, American lotus	Pale yellow	Conn., N. J., West. lakes. Rare.
Clustered bell-flower	Deeper blue	Road-sides; Danvers, Mass.
Coffee-tree	White racemes	River-banks, rich soil; N. Y., Pa., West.
Collinsia	Blue and white	Moist soil; N. Y., Pa., West.
Common elder	Flowers white, berries black	Banks, rich soil. Common.
Cornel, panicled	Flowers and berries white	Thickets and river-banks.
Cornel, red osier	Whitish, berries white	Damp New England pastures.
Cornel, silky	White, berries pale blue	Wet places. Common.
Cow-lily	Bright yellow	Still waters. Very common.
Cranberry-tree	Wh., red berries	Low, damp grounds; N. J.
Crowberry	White	Mountains; New England.
Cuckoo-flower	Rose-color, wh.	Bogs, swamps; Vt., N. J.
Dahoon holly	Yellow-white	Swamps of Virginia.
Dwarf raspberry	White	Hill-sides; N. E. to Pa. Common.
Dwarf wild rose	Deep pink	Dry rocky banks and fields; N. E.
Evening primrose	Pale yellow	Sandy fields; N. J. and South.
False indigo	Violet	River-banks; Pa., South, West.
Feverwort	B'wnish-purple	Rich woodlands. Common.
Flowering dogwood	Purplish-white, red berries	Rocky woods; Conn., N. J., South.
Flowering raspberry	Deep red purple	Copses, wooded banks; New Eng.
Fumitory, climbing	Purplish-white	Wet woods; West.
Great-spurred violet	Pale violet	Damp shady woods; Mass. Rare.
Great willow-herb	Pink-purple	Low grounds, burned pastures, and woods.
Green violet	Greenish-white	Open woods; N. Y., Pa. Rare.
Green-weed	Yellow	Dry hills; Mass., Middle States, W.
Hedysarum	Violet-purple	Mountains; New England, Me.
Herb-robert	Red-purple	Shady ravines, wet woods; N. E.
High blackberry	White	Woods, pastures, banks. Common.
Ilex holly	Greenish	Moist woodlands; sea-coast, N. J.
Indian-pipe	Waxy white	Dark shady woods; New England.
Inkberry	White flowers, berries black	Sandy grounds; Cape Ann.
Labrador tea	White	Cold bogs and mountain woods; New England.
Leather-flower	Purple	Rich woods; N. J., N. Y., West.
Low blackberry	White	Low woods, road-sides. Common.
Magnolia, sweet-bay	White	Cape Ann, Gloucester and Manchester woods.
Marsh five-finger	Purple	Cool bogs; New England to Pa.
Marsh violet	Pale lilac	White Mts., high lands N. Rare.
Meadow-sweet	White	Damp soil, banks; N. J., West.
Mountain laurel	Pink and white	Rocky hills, damp soil. Common.
Mountain sandwort	White	Mountains; New England.
Nine-bark	Wh., rose-color	Rocky river-banks; West.
One-flowered pyrola	White-pink	Deep cold New England woods.
Pale laurel	Light purple	Cold peat bogs and mountains.
Partridge-berry	Purple and white, red berries	Dry woods, creeping. Common.
Persimmon	Pale yellow	Woods and old fields; R. I., N. Y.
Pimpernel	Scarlet, blue, wh.	Waste sandy fields; Mass., N. J.
Pitcher-plant	Deep purple	Peat-bogs and swamps; New Eng.
Poison-ivy, climbing	Greenish	Rocky thickets, low grounds.
Poison sumac	Dull color, very poisonous	Swamps and wet pastures.
Pond-lily	White, pink	Ponds, pools, and still waters. Common.
Prince's-pine	Pale pink	Dry woods. Common.
Pyrola	Greenish-white	Rich woods; Conn., N. J., N. Y.
Queen of the prairie	Peach-color	Open meadows; Pa., prairies W.
Red anemone	Red	Rocky hills; Vt., N. Y. Rare.
Red elder	Flowers white, berries red	Rocky woods; New England.
Round-leaved cornus	White, berries blue	Rich soil, copses; Middle States.
Roxbury wax-work, climbing	Red berries	Thickets; N. E., Middle States.
Seneca snakeroot	White	Rocky soil; N. E., West, South.
Sheep-laurel	Crimson	Hill-sides, pastures. Common.
Shrubby cinque-foil	Yellow	Wet grounds; N. E. Common.
Silver-weed	Yellow	Brackish marshes and meadows; New England, West.
Small cranberry	Rose-color	Peat bogs; N. E., Middle States.
Spotted wintergreen	Pink and white	Open woods; Middle States.
Staghorn sumac	Greenish	Hill-sides, dry banks. Common.
Strawberry-bush	Greenish-purple	Wooded banks; N. Y., Ill., South.
Sundew	White	Bogs, wet pastures; New Eng.
Sundrops	Yellow	Open fields; N. J., N. Y., Pa.
Supple-jack, climb'g.	Greenish-white	Damp meadows; Va. and South.
Swamp-honeysuckle	White-pink	Swamps; New England sea-coast.
Swamp-rose	Pink	Swamps and pastures. Common.
Swamp-saxifrage	Greenish	Bogs, wet pastures. Common.
Sweet-brier	Pale pink	Rocky banks, road-sides; N. E.
Sweet-cicely	White	Rich moist Northern woods.
Tall bell-flower	Bright blue	Rich soil; N. Y., N. J., West.
Three-toothed cinque-foil	White	Brunswick, Me., White Mts., Cape Cod. Rare.
Twin-flower	Pale pink	Moist, mossy woods; Me., N. J., N. Y.
Valerian	Pale pink	Wooded banks; Lancaster, Pa., O.
Wild elder	Greenish-white	Rocky banks, thickets. Common.
Wild flax	Yellow	Wet, boggy grounds; New England, West. Rare.
Wild honeysuckle	Light yellow	Rocky banks; Catskill, Ohio, W.
Wild licorice	White	Sandy shores; Western N. Y.
Wild lupine	Purple, blue, pink, white	Sandy open fields; Mass., Conn.
Wild monk's-hood	Bright blue	Rich shady hills; N. Y, N. J., S.
Wild pea	Purple, white	Dry sandy soil; North and South.
Wild red raspberry	White	Thickets, road-sides; N. E., South, and West.
Wild sarsaparilla	White	Moist woods; North and West.
Wild touch-me-not	Orange, brown	Thickets, shades, beside streams. Common.
Wood-sorrel	Violet	Rocky, damp woods; Orange, N. J., South. Rare.
Wood-sorrel	White, red veins	Deep cold woods; Mass. to Pa.
Wood-sorrel	Yellow	Copses and open fields; everywhere.
Yellow-wood	Showy white flowers	Rich woods and hills; Middle States.

SWINGING "BRER RABBIT."—Drawn by Palmer Cox.

THE ADVENTURES OF A RAT RACE.

BY JAMES B. MARSHALL.

The carpenters came on a certain Monday morning to make some needed alterations about Mr. Wilson's stable at the rear of his house yard. And you know what a noise carpenters will make when working; far more than enough to disturb the most contented of rats.

Peggy O'Conner, who was moving to and from the kitchen hanging up linen to dry in the yard, said she saw no rat pass by her; but as a rat was found in the library, it must have come there by way of the side yard from the stable.

It was a rather warm summer morning, but with enough of a breeze blowing to start Uncle Leonard sneezing if he should drop off to sleep while sitting in a draught. Now, merry Uncle Leonard was asleep in an easy-chair down in the library, where the two window-sashes were raised and both doors were open. He had gone there, as usual, to read the morning paper, but gradually it drooped nearer and nearer the end of his nose, as usual, until it finally spread itself adroitly over his closed eyes, to fend off the flies. Then he began to make that soft steam-enginery sound that most stout gentlemen make when asleep, about as loud as the purring of "Cattegat," Lou and Amy's cat.

Cattegat always followed Uncle Leonard to the library if possible, to escape Lou and Amy, who, during their vacation, were trying to teach him to hold a lump of sugar on the end of his nose while seated on his hind paws. Cattegat, who liked the sugar but not the trick, had been so named by a Danish gentleman who had presented him to Lou and Amy.

The rat as it entered the library thought, doubtless, that it was a pretty comfortable-looking place, or else it wouldn't have gone about the room smelling and sniffing until it found a piece of sponge-cake, knocked by the canary from the wires of its cage.

That little breeze went on blowing across Uncle Leonard's head, and directly he gave a rousing "ashoo!" of a sneeze. Such an "a-a-sh-sh-shoo," that he actually sneezed himself into a sitting position. The rat was more startled at such a noise than at all the carpenters had made, and dropping the cake, peeped from behind an ottoman where it took refuge.

Cattegat jumped up and looked at Uncle Leonard as if to ask him if he had made that noise, and then glanced about the room.

"What can ail the cat!" exclaimed Uncle Leonard, as Cattegat went across the floor in about three springs. Then quickly closing the yard door, he called, "A rat! a rat!" as the rat ran from behind the ottoman.

Cattegat and the rat raced headlong around the room once, and Uncle Leonard nearly kicked himself off his feet as the rat slipped unhurt by him. Then away went the rat out of the library through the other door, along the hall, and up the front stairs; away tore Cattegat not far behind it; and quickly in pursuit trotted Uncle Leonard, calling, "Catch him, Cattegat; catch him, Cattegat!"

At the moment, Lou, a very handy boy about the house, was in a second-story room near the head of the stairs, and had just finished gluing in the leg of Amy's rocking-chair. He had taken the chair there to mend, because the floor was not carpeted, but smoothly varnished, and any glue dropped could be easily removed. Amy stood watching him as she slowly untied a package of prepared chalk for the teeth, with which she had shortly before returned from the drug store.

"Gracious! what's coming up stairs?" said Lou, placing the glue brush on the chair beside the glue-pot, and stepping to the door.

"Look out for the rat!" shouted Uncle Leonard.

Amy instantly sprang on the first object at hand, her just-mended rocking-chair, which gave way, of course, and over she went. However, she broke her fall by catching at the chair holding the glue-pot and brush, though the glue rolled to the right and the brush to the left. The package of prepared chalk, that had received an upward pitch as Amy had toppled over, then came down in time to plentifully powder both her and Lou.

The latter had turned to clear the way for the rat and Cattegat, not more than an instant later than Amy had taken alarm, but the glue had been spilled more quickly. And though Lou jumped over the pool of glue safely, he landed right under the shower of chalk, and directly upon the slippery glue brush. Presto! down went Lou, and shooting over the smooth floor, vanished under the bed at the far end of the room, as though he had been a clown playing in a pantomime.

Amy, so filled with laughter, could scarce manage to climb on the sound chair before the rat and Cattegat came whizzing through the doorway; both leaped clear of the spilled glue, and scampered in a flash across the floor into the next room, and so on through several other rooms that communicated.

"Oho! bravo, Cattegat!" said Uncle Leonard, as he came on, running at a wonderful rate for him. Right through the doorway he ran, but on seeing Amy, he was about to lessen his speed, and have her join in the chase, when he stepped in the pool of glue. Slip, slip, slide across the room, went Uncle Leonard, with his feet getting farther apart, as though the floor was the slipperiest of ice. He slid to and against a wash-stand, and then sank down slowly and gracefully at its foot in a way that would have done credit to a champion gymnast. But he shook the stand so violently that the water-pitcher was shaken over within its basin, and emptied half its contents upon his head.

Amy rushed to his aid, righted the pitcher, and inquired if he was hurt.

"Not a bit," said Uncle Leonard, getting again on his feet, smiling mirthfully at his own dripping coat, and giving one of those jolly laughs of his at Amy's chalk-powdered head. "Come along, my dear," continued he; "keep the chase up, or the rat will yet have the best of it. But where's Lou?"

"Here I am!" answered Lou, poking his laughing, powdered face from under the bed, and crawling out. And away they all followed the chase, Uncle Leonard kicking off his gluey slippers, and catching up a pair of Papa Wilson's.

Cattegat and the rat in the mean time had been racing up and down the front bedrooms, frightening Mamma Wilson and Aunt Laura into climbing up on one of the beds, and Cattegat had distinguished himself by knocking over a sewing basket and a screen. As the pursuers appeared upon the scene, rat and cat ran out into the hallway again, through a door that Aunt Laura had opened, hoping to get clear of them.

Then pat, pat, pat, again in chase went Lou and Amy's shoes; flap, flap, flap, followed Uncle Leonard's slippers; and Mamma Wilson and Aunt Laura brought up the rear with an irregular run and walk. Right through the length of the whole second story, through the hallway, and from room to room they rushed, with such a clatter and whoop as had never before been heard in that house, merry as were its people.

Cattegat will now surely catch that ferocious rat in the last room, thought every one. But no; straight down the back stairs plunged the rat, and jump, jump, followed Cattegat, still several feet behind it. And at the bottom of the stairway, closed by a door, the race would have been doubtlessly won by Cattegat, but Peggy O'Conner, hearing such an unusual commotion overhead, came to the door to inquire its cause. As Peggy opened the door she heard several voices call: "Don't open that door; Cattegat's after a rat."

Bang! went the door—closed quickly, I assure you; but something flew past Peggy, and she only shut the door in Cattegat's face.

As that something, very much like a rat, flew past Peggy, and vanished out of the kitchen, a piece of soap that Katie, the other girl, threw with a very bad aim, went flying after it. But frightened Peggy, in dismay, raised her hands, backed awkwardly against a tub of blue water on the floor, and before she could recover her balance, splashed down into the water, which flew about like the spray of a great fountain.

As the whole party filed down the back stairs, Katie was trying amidst her merriment to help wringing-wet Peggy out of her queer bath, and all but Cattegat had something to laugh at.

Cattegat seemed very much disappointed because the rat had escaped, and went out in the yard, and hid himself under a rose-bush.

As for the rat, Lou is pretty certain that he sees it occasionally capering about the stable, very much unlike a common rat that has never had an adventure.