body is half-dying to see you; and now, to crown all, you must give this choice little bijou to a seamstress girl, when one of your most intimate friends, in your own class, would value it so highly. What in the world can people in their circumstances want with flowers?" 7. "Just the same as I do," replied Florence, calmly. "Have you not noticed that the little girl never comes without looking wistfully at the opening buds? And don't you remember, the other morning she asked me so prettily if I would let her mother come and see it, she was so fond of flowers?" 8. "But, Florence, only think of this rare flower standing on a table with ham, eggs, cheese, and flour, and stifled in that close little room, where Mrs. Stephens and her daughter manage to wash, iron, and cook." 9. "Well, Kate, and if I were obliged to live in one coarse room, and wash, and iron, and cook, as you say; if I had to spend every moment of my time in toil, with no prospect from my window but a brick wall and a dirty lane, such a flower as this would be untold enjoyment to me." 10. "Pshaw, Florence; all sentiment! Poor people have no time to be sentimental. Besides, I don't believe it will grow with them; it is a green-house flower, and used to delicate living." 11. "Oh, as to that, a flower never inquires whether its owner is rich or poor; and poor Mrs. Stephens, whatever else she has not, has sunshine of as good quality as this that streams through our window. The beautiful things that God makes are his gifts to all alike. You will see that my fair rose will be as well and cheerful in Mrs. Stephens's room as in ours." 12. "Well, after all, how odd! When one gives to poor people, one wants to give them something useful-a bushel of potatoes, a ham, and such things." 13. "Why, certainly, potatoes and ham must be supplied; but, having ministered to the first and most craving wants, why not add any other little pleasures or gratifications we may have it in our power to bestow? I know there are many of the poor who have fine feeling and a keen sense of the beautiful, which rusts out and dies because they are too hard pressed to procure it any gratification. Poor Mrs. Stephens, for example; I know she would enjoy birds, and flowers, and music as much as I do. I have seen her eye light up as she looked upon these things in our drawingroom, and yet not one beautiful thing can she command. From necessity, her room, her clothing,-all she has, must be coarse and plain. You should have seen the almost rapture she and Mary felt when I offered them my rose." 14. "Dear me! all this may be true, but I never thought of it before. I never thought that these hard-working people had any ideas of taste!" 15. "Then why do you see the geranium or rose so carefully nursed in the old cracked tea-pot in the poorest room, or the morning-glory planted in a box and twined about the window? Do not these show that the human heart yearns for the beautiful in all ranks of life? You remember, Kate, how our washerwoman sat up a whole night, after a hard day's work, to make her first baby a pretty dress to be baptized in." "Yes, and I remember how I laughed at you for making such a tasteful little cap for it." 16. "True, Kate, but I think the look of perfect delight with which the poor woman regarded her baby in its new dress and cap was something quite worth creating; I do believe she could not have felt more grateful if I had sent her a barrel of flour." 17. "Well, I never thought before of giving any thing to the poor but what they really needed, and I have always been willing to do that when I could without going far out of my way." 18. "Ah! cousin, if our heavenly Father gave to us after this mode, we should have only coarse, shapeless piles of provisions lying about the world, instead of all this beautiful variety of trees, and fruits, and flowers." 19. "Well, well, cousin, I suppose you are right, but have mercy on my poor head; it is too small to hold so many new ideas all at once, so go on your own way;" and the little lady began practicing a waltzing step before the glass with great satisfaction. DEFINITIONS.-2. Ot'to-man, a stuffed seat without a back. 3. A-sýʼlum, a place of refuge and protection. 4. Pa-thět'ie, moving to pity or grief. 6. Bi-jou' (pro. be-zhōo'), a jewel. Cîr'eumstănç eş, condition in regard to worldly property. 10. Sen-ti-měnt'al, showing an excess of sentiment or feeling. 13. Com-månd', to claim. Răpt'ūre (pro. răpt'yur), extreme joy or pleasure, ecstasy. 14. Taste, the faculty of discerning beauty or whatever forms excellence. 15. Yearns, longs, is eager. XXXVIII. THE CATARACT OF LODORE. 1. "How does the water To tell him in rhyme. 2. Anon at the word, There first came one daughter, To second and third The request of their brother, Comes down at Lodore, As many a time (5.-9.) 3. So I told them in rhyme, To them and the King. 4. From its sources which well In the mountains, Through moss and through brake, For awhile, till it sleeps 5. And thence at departing, And through the wood-shelter, Hurry-skurry. 6. Here it comes sparkling, On which it is bent, Of its steep descent. 7. The cataract strong As if a war waging 8. Rising and leaping, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Confounding, astounding, Dizzying, and deafening the ear with its sound. 9. Collecting, projecting, Receding and speeding, And shocking and rocking, |