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of faith, and, as ye cling to the sure Refuge, remember that the winds 
cannot separate you from it; nay, more, not even the tempest raised 
by the hand of Death! Lovely Convolvulus! you teach us that brief 
is to be our stay on earth, but remind us of the cloudless days in the 
realms of glory ! 
The pink blossoms of the Swert-Brier RosE have been twined, 
perhaps, round every cottage porch in England ; and, by the lays of 
Britain’s bards, the Eglantine has become immortal. Let us permit 
Fancy to rise on aerial wing, and fly to the bowers of Eden. Behold 
Eve, on the morning of the fall, gathering her favourite flowers from 
many a bright parterre ; her countenance not, as formerly, radiant 
with smiles, but reflecting the cares of a sad, foreboding heart! She 
pauses as she plucks each flower, and seems expecting the sentence to 
be pronounced by the Great Judge—the penalty of the fatal deed. 
But why that start, and tear glistening in her eye, as the rose falls 
from her fingers? It is because she witnesses the flow of human blood 
for the first time; and she weeps as she thinks that even the rose of 
paradise must bear thorns, now, for ever ! 
Grows there a flower more lovely than that which fringes with 
purple the hills of Albyn, and seems the guardian spirit of Scotia’s 
hardy mountaineers ? Wherever the Hearn rears its head, there is 
the spirit of independence, which finds a home most congenial among 
rocky passes. 
But shall we slight the angel of the flowers, or leave to the pens of 
poets the pleasure of writing on this sweet remembrancer? No! we 
cannot! though we shall touch it as lightly as may be, lest we should 
tarnish this ethereal gem. No flower, like this, speaks from heart to 
heart ;—none but this was carved by angel hands from the czrulean 
arches ;—no other would convey an idea of the intensity of Eve's 
feelings as she bade an eternal adieu to the heavenly garden, and, 
passing its portals for ever, sighed —ForGET-ME-NoT ! 
( To be continued.) 
WATERING WINDOW-GROWN PLANTS. 
Ly watering window-plants, and indeed plants in any part of the house, 
as also those in a greenhouse, the work should be done always regu 
larly, and for the winter months as soon after breakfast as is con- 
venient. When I say regularly, I mean that you should look over 
your plants to see if they want water, or anything done to them. 
When you find a pot with the soil as wet as it was yesterday, or the 
day before, depend on it there is something wrong about it ; and unless 
you find out what that is, and provide a remedy, the soil will turn sour 
in a few days, and your plant suffer. This is the exact opposite of the 
case of the soil getting quite dry ; and when you know the remedy for 
the extreme cases, you will be more able to manage the intermediate 
degrees. The best cure for this wet pot is to turn the plant and soil 
out of it, and to put them intoa fresh clean pot of exactly the same size, 
or, as a gardener would say, shift it to a dry pot. Ifyou never saw a 
