(Plate LXX.)




Green and pinkish purple.





Time of Bloom

April, May.

Flowers: tiny; clustered at the base of a fleshy spadix, which is enveloped by a spathe, the point curving gracefully over the spadix. Leaves: two only; of three ovate, pointed leaflets that rise far above the spathe. Scape: erect; pinkish. Corm: turnip-shaped and abounding in farinaceous matter. Fruit; a mass of scarlet berries.

"Jack-in-the-pulpit Preaches to-day, Under the green trees Just over the way.

Squirrel and song-sparrow, High on their perch,

Hear the sweet lily-bells Ringing to church."

Spring has hardly thrown her green mantle over her shoulders when the quaint preacher rises in his pulpit, and in language soft and solemn speaks to the rustling elves and spirits of the woodlands. He is a sturdy fellow, and we believe what he says must be thoroughly orthodox; although we lament that we have not the quickened perceptions to understand him better. But we know he is beloved by his people, or they would not so familiarly dub him Jack, nor would he return among them so faithfully. The preacher has a rustic grace about him that is quite inimitable; and the magic he exercises on the children is only equalled by the charms of the wily Piper of Hamelin town.

"Jack-in-the-pulpit has come," they cry, "Jack-in-the-pulpit has come."

''Come, hear what his reverence

Rises to say In his low painted pulpit

This calm Sabbath day. Fair is the canopy

Over him seen, Pencilled by Nature's hand,

Black, brown and green. Green is his surplice,

Green are his bands; In his queer little pulpit

The little priest stands."