You will go on enjoying your mighty theories and dreams till suddenly the juice of that 'little western flower' drips on your eyelids, and then I shall have the pleasure of seeing you caress 'the fair large ears' of some donkey, and hang rapturously upon its bray, till you perhaps discover that he has pretended, on your account solely, to like roses, when he has a natural proclivity to thistles; and then, pitiable child!

In old Bagdad we'll call a halt At the Sâshuns' ancestral vault; We'll catch the Persian rose-flowers' scent, And understand what Omar meant.

But not, therefore, in sadness does he write this: rather in deep joy, and as though he had said 'Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On heaped-up flowers' "So wholly flooded is his heart with the memory of that young, frank face.

'Swinburne's Tristram of Lyonesse, 9/-, less dis., 6/9.' All that this great poem of 'springtide passion with its fire and flowers' meant to Narcissus and his 'Thirteenth Maid' in the morning of their love, those that have loved too will hardly need telling, while those who have not could never understand, though I spake with the tongue of the poet himself.

In the sunlight-gold, the sheets of azaleas, cyclamen, and violets, were embroidered tapestries of pink and purple; the bright rivulets of melting snow that bathed the wild flowers' roots became a network of diamonds.

And now, as the rest of the household have all gone up bed-ward, and left us with their good-night tones, "Like flowers' voices, if they could but speak," we dip our pen into the cocked hat of the brave little bronze warrior who has fed us many a year with ink from the place where his brains ought to be.

The narrow Purbeck range now makes obliquely for the coast, where it ends more than six miles from Corfe in the magnificent bluff of Flowers' Barrow, or Ring's Hill, above Worbarrow Bay.

"I wonder why they're called 'wind-flowers'?" queried Ethel Brown, whose curiosity on the subject of names had been aroused.

" "If she doesn't she may have to repeat Bryant's 'Death of the Flowers': 'The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago.'

" "I like calling the flowers 'butterfly-shaped,'" said Clara, "because that is just what the pea and bean-blossoms look like; though Kitty calls 'em 'little ladies in hoods.'

Whilst I was at Vandalia, I saw in a list of lands for sale, amongst other lots to be sold for taxes, one of Mr. Flowers'.

The fertility of the earth is its perfect finishing; growth of all kinds of plants, the up-springing of tall trees, both productive and unfruitful, flowers' sweet scents and fair colors, and all that which, a little later, at the voice of God came forth from the earth to beautify her, their universal mother.

I he'ped keep de yard pretty an' clean, de grass cut, an' de flowers' tended to an' cut.

" With this poem compare a parallel passage in Marvel's 'The Picture of T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers': 'But oh, young beauty of the woods, Whom nature courts with fruits and flowers, Gather the flowers, but spare the buds; Lest Flora, angry at thy crime To kill her infants in their prime, Should quickly make the example yours;

[Footnote C: This Poem, and two others to the same Flower, which the Reader will find in the second Volume, were written in the year 1802; which is mentioned, because in some of the ideas, though not in the manner in which those ideas are connected, and likewise even in some of the expressions, they bear a striking resemblance to a Poem (lately published) of Mr. Montgomery, entitled, 'A Field Flower'.

"The 'Scarf and the Flower', nice and courtly though it be, the subject spun out and entangled with infinite skill, is too thin by itself for an interest of three acts long; and no translation, perhaps, could preserve the grace of manner and glittering flow of dialogue which conceal this defect in the original".

Then suddenly the children gathered about a single portrait of remarkable rich colouring, and little Lady Margaret came running and saying with a lisp, "Come, see, Father; 'tis the prettiest picture here, and there are no flowers 'neath it.

Not only in the sky, in starry gold, I see thy name,where peaceful rivers flow, Not only hear its sweetness manifold; On every white and purple flower 'tis written, Its echo every aspen-quake hath smitten, Adelaïda! "Go farther!

We see "The Flowers'" singer, he who led us to "The Island of Bliss;" we meet with him whose popular lays are borne on melodies into the world; his wife by his side.

He saw the living visions; breathed the flowers' fragrance; crushed the grapes, and drank the sacred juice.

While every other man in the crowd was at a high tension of excitement, Barry Conant was as calm as though standing in the centre of a ten-acre daisy-field cutting off the helpless flowers' heads with every swing of his arm.

THE COLORATION OF FLOWERS From 'The Colors of Flowers' The different hues assumed by petals are all thus, as it were, laid up beforehand in the tissues of the plant, ready to be brought out at a moment's notice.

'The month when the pohutu-kawa flowers'; 'the season when the kowhai is in bloom'; so he punctuates time.

So Nature tells, When laughing waters close o'er drowning men; When in flowers' honied corners poison dwells; When Beauty dies: and the unwearied ken Of those who seek a cure for long despair Will learn ...