HYMN TO THE FLOWERS.
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. Day.stars. that ope your eyes with man to twinkle From rainbow gaaxies of earih's creation, And dew-drops on her holy altsrs sprinkle

 As libatien. Ne ma,in worshppersl who bending lowly Before the uprsen sun Gods haless eyel Throw from your chaliees a sweet and holy

 Incense on high. Ye hr;sh. Mesaies, that with storied beauty The Hoor of natures temple tesselate With numerous enblemhs of instructive duty

 Your forms create. Meath cloisterd boughs. each floral bell that

 swingeth,

 And tolls it's perfume on the passing air Makes Sabbath in the fields and ever ingeth

 call to prayer. Not to the domes where crumbng arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand. But tn that fane, most catholic and solemn,

 Which God hath piann'd; . To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon sup It's choir the winds and waves tits organ thunder :

 Its dome the sky. There, as in solitude and shade wander Through the green aisles, or stretch'd upon the

 sod,

 .Awed by the silence, reycrenty ponder

 The ways of God. Your yoiceless lips, 0 flowers are living preachers Each cup pulpit, and each leaf book, Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers

 From loneiiest nook. Floral apostles tha; in dewy splendot, 'sWeer without wo. and blush without crime, ;" Oh may deeply leafR,- and ne,er surrender

 Your lore sublime "Thou vert not Solomon. in all thy glory, Arrayed," inc iiiies cry "in robes like ours, How vain your grandeur! ah, how transitory,

 Are human aowers."- In the sweet scented pictures, heavenly Artist! With which thou paintest natures widespread What delightful lesson thou impartest Of love to all -..-----.- -.-.. Not useless are ye, flowers! thongh made for plea Blooming OCT field and wave by day and night, From every source your sanction bids me treasure

 Harmless delight EphemeraI sages! what instructors hoary For such world of thought conld furnish scope; Each fading ealvx memento mori,

 Pet foant of hope, posthumous elories, angel.like collection, Upraissd from seed or bulb interT'd in earth, Ye are to me type of resurrection.

 second birth. Were I. o God; in churehless lands remaining, Far from all voice of teachers divines, My soul would find in flowers of thy ordaning.

 Priests, sermons shrines

 Mode Of 6,Uying iaryers A gentleman in the country, who had jus. buried rich relation, who was an attorney, was complain ing 10 Fooie, who was on visit to him, of the very great expense of country funeral. aWhy,n say. Foote, "do you bury your attorneys here:"

 "Yes, to be sure we do; how else'' "Oh, we never do that in London" ssNor' said the other much surpassed, show do you manager"

 @Why, when the ptaient happens to die, we lay him out in room over night by him. self. lock the door. open the sash, and in the morning he is entirely off"

 s.lndeed said the ether, in amazement {; awhat becomes of him:"

 sWhy, that we cannot exactly tell, not being acquainted with supernatural causes All that we know of the mailer is, that there IS sireng smell of brimstone in the room fhe aeri morning"

 The Boston Post says the only difference between goose and tasrksy is. the first is nickname for fool, and the other nisE name for man eith "briek n Ass hat.'9