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yellow, which, with the fruit of the Hawthorn (Crategus Oxya- 
cantha), and the light feathery seed of the Traveller’s Joy 
(Clematis Vitalba), veil the departing year in a robe of beauty. 
The sun having now disappeared, our observations were 
brought to a close; while the remainder of our walk was 
brightened by myriads of stars, so beautifully called by Long- 
fellow, ‘‘the forget-me-nots of the angels.” 
E. C. 
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High Wycombe, Noy. 10, 1866. 
Iw giving up discovery, one gives up one of the highest enjoy- 
ments of Natural History. There is a mysterious delight in the 
discovery of a new species, akin to that of seeing for the first 
time, in their native haunts, plants or animals of which one has 
till then only read. Some, surely, who read these pages have 
experienced that latter delight; and, though they might find it 
hard to define whence the pleasure arose, know well that it was a 
solid pleasure, the memory of which they would not give up for 
hard cash. Some, surely, can recollect, at their first sight of the 
Alpine Soldanella, the Rhododendron, or the Black Orchis, 
growing upon the edge of the eternal snow, a thrill of emotion 
not unmixed with awe ; a sense that they were, as it were, brought 
face to face with the creatures of another world; that nature 
was independent of them, not merely they of her; that trees 
were not merely made to build their houses, or herbs to feed their 
cattle, as they looked on those wild gardens amid the wreaths of 
the untrodden snow, which had lifted their gay flowers to the 
sun year after year since the foundation of the world, taking no 
heed of man, and all the coil which he keeps in the valleys far 
beneath.— Rey. OC. Kinestry.—“ Glaucus.” 
** Might not the very admiration of Nature have been an act 
of worship,” continued Lancetor. ‘How can we better glorify 
the worker than by delighting in his work ?”—“ Yeast.” —ReEv.C. 
KINGSLEY. 
