field; whenever I see the tender floweret of the parterre, or the wild children of the spring; for it is the Lord's promise.

REV. H. DUDDING.

Every leaf in every nook,
Every wave in every brook,
Chanting with a solemn voice,
Minds us of our better choice.

KEBLE.

WILD FLOWERS,

&c.

FLORA'S SONG.

WILL you not buy my flowers?
I have been on the primrose hill,
I have been where the lily builds silver bowers
On the edge of the singing rill.

Fragrant, and sweet, and fair!
Yet they neither toil nor spin;

But they have not known the touch of care,
Nor the taint of mortal sin :
Beside their beauty pure and lone,
The glow of earthly fame,
Or the pomp and pride of Solomon,
Is a vain and empty name.

Is not my calling sweet,

To dwell amid beautiful things?
Flowers giving perfume at my feet,
And birds-like flowers with wings?
Oh! happy they who shun the strife
Of pride, or passion's hours;
And glide along the calms of life
Like me, dispensing flowers!

J. K. HERVEY.

ALL who feel an unaccountable delight in contemplating the works of Nature, possess a source of continued enjoyment within themselves, which is capable of producing a most beneficial effect upon their tempers and dispositions.

We hail that joy which is felt in the pursuit of such occupations, as a sacred gift, which may be compared to the rain from heaven, sent for increasing the temporal welfare both of the just and of the unjust; but which the former only know how thoroughly to appreciate, and apply to the highest and best advantages.

REV. PROFESSOR HENSLOW.

THE gentle flowers,
Talk of humility, and peace, and love.

POLLOCK.

FORGET-ME-NOT.

THIS is affection's tribute, friendship's offering,
Whose silent eloquence, more rich than words,
Tells of the giver's faith and truth in absence;
And says, Forget-me-Not.

ANON.

WHEN "earth to earth," and "dust to dust," The loved, lamented, we entrust;

What flower may grace the spot,

Where sleep the relics of the dead,

Like thine-which from the grave's cold bed, Repeats, Forget-me-Not?

BARTON.

THAT blue and bright-eye'd flow'ret of the brook,

Hope's gentle gem, the sweet

Forget-me-Not!

COLERIDGE

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To religious minds, and only to religious minds, there is a supernatural pleasure in natural objects. They rest the glory of their discoveries on the testimonies they bear to the universality of the great First Cause, and to the final purposes of a vast spiritual design and control. We invite the humble adorer of his Creator, as He manifests himself in the mighty workmanship of the material universe, to contemplate with us, that part of it which He displays before us, in the varieties of vegetable life, in illustration of His providence, power, and goodness.

THE SCRIPTURE GARDEN Walk.

THE sun and stars on high,

The flowers that plant the field,

And all the artless birds that fly,

Divine instructions yield.

REV. J. NEWTON.