By the Solomon's seal it slips
Cohosh and the grass that drips
Like the sound of an Undine's lips
Is the sound of its falls that stammer.
Madison Cawein.
THE GRUBBIEST GRUB
J. Bevan
"There's no use trying," said the newest newt; "you'll never be anything but grubby."
The newest newt lived at the bottom of the garden pond. He was a very elegant newt. The orange spots on his waistcoat were the brightest to be seen in all the garden.
The grubbiest grub was not elegant. He was unquestionably the very grubbiest thing in the garden pond. However, he had ambitions.
"But there's no use trying," said the newest newt again. "I myself saw you fall from a willow leaf not so long since, and had ideas about you. I thought, perhaps, you might be some new kind of egg and hatch into a royal turtle. But I watched you, and you didn't hatch—you grew just like a tadpole. Only you didn't grow even into a frog."