HAIR MOSS.

WHERE the gravelly pathway leads,
Through shady woods or plashy meads,
Exulting in the wintry cold,

Their cups the mossy tribe unfold:
Fringed, and beneath a coping hid
Of filmy veil and convex lid,
On many a thread-like stalk bespread,
With yellow, brown, or crimson red,
In contrast with the leaves of green,
A velvet carpet.

BISHOP MANT.

THE stalks of this moss make neat little besoms; when divested of their outer skins they are of a beautiful bright chesnut colour, and very soft and pliant.

WHITE, OF Selborne.

THE examination of plants tends much to quicken the faculties, improve the memory, induce habits of order and neatness, and, above all, it leads the mind to contemplate that great Being who fashioned them. By a study like this, not only the mind imbibes much valuable information, but it is soothed with pleasing and beautiful associations.

FRANCIS.

WHERE'ER We search, the scene presents
Wonders to charm th' admiring sense,

And elevate the mind;

Nor even blooms a single spray
That quivers in departing day,

Or turns to meet the morning ray,

But speaks a power Divine.

S. H.

YELLOW CORYDALIS.

On the silent mouldering wall,
Thy changing leaves a beauty shed;
Or give to the deserted hall

A relic of its glories fled.

Yon roses beautiful and bright,

Methinks, the glittering crowd pourtray,
Who bask in fortune's golden light,
And wanton in her joyous way.

But thou art like the faithful love,

That blooms when friends and fame are past, Towers the dark wreck of hope above,

And smiles through ruin to the last.

MRS. ABDY, ADAPTED.

THE Corydalis shall be mine,
Its simple faith is dear to me;
To ruin'd walls and prostrate shrine
It clings with patient constancy.

TOWNSEND, ADAPTED

Or all the natural objects which surround us, flowers are the least connected with our absolute necessities. The earth might be clothed with a sober green; all the processes of fructification might be perfected without being attended by the glory with which the flower is crowned; but beauty and fragrance are poured abroad over the earth in blossoms of endless variety, radiant evidences of the boundless benevolence of the Deity.

HOWITT.

OURS is a lovely world! How fair
Thy beauties ev'n on earth appear!
The seasons in their courses fall,

And bring successive joys;

the sea,

The earth, the sky, are full of Thee,

Benignant, glorious Lord of all.

BOWRING.

MEADOW PINK.

WHERE the ragged robin stood,

With its piped stem streak'd with jet.

CLARE.

WHEN St. Barnaby bright smiles night and day, Poor ragged Robin blooms in the hay.

ANTHOL. AUST. ET BER.

FAREWELL the meadows, where such various showers

Of beauty lurk'd amongst the fragrant hay; Where Orchis bloom'd with freak'd and spotted flowers,

And Lychnis blushing like the newborn day.

MRS. C. SMITH.

PALE flowers! Pale perishing flowers!

Ye're types of precious things;

Types of those better moments,
That flit like life's enjoyments,
On rapid, rapid wings.

Oh precious, precious moments!
Pale flowers, ye're types of those,
The saddest, sweetest, dearest,
Because, like those, the nearest
To an eternal close.

Miss C. BOWLES.