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CHAPTER XXV. 



FUNGI. 



"There's a thing that grows by the fainting flower, 

 And springs in the shade of the lady's bower ; 

 The lily shrinks, and the rose turns pale 

 When they feel its breath in the summer gale, 

 And the tulip curls its leaves in pride, 

 And the blue-eyed violet turns aside, 

 But the lily may flaunt, and the tulip stare, 

 For what does the honest toadstool care !" 



Oliver AVexdell Holmes. 



ps^jJHESE are no longer clays of blindness. If the 

 people in this world may still be divided into 

 the two classes " eyes ; ' and " no eyes," by far 

 the greater number of the civilized community would 

 be found in the first class. People's eyes are very wide 

 open indeed, and there is an evident desire to see as 

 much, and as far as possible. On our recent excursion to 

 the Highlands we saw this eagerness constantlv evinced. 

 Coach passengers, steam-boat passengers, pedestrians, all 



