microscope, will be found to have a different textmre of the 

 blue and yellow parts. The texture, also, of the white and 

 red Rose is very different. 



It is from reflected rays that we judge of the colour of 

 objects. The whiteness of paper, fcc. is occasioned by its 

 reflecting the greatest part of all the rays of light that fall 

 upon it : the blackness of bodies, from their absorbing all 

 the seven coloured rays. 



The whiteness of the sun's light arises from the union 

 of all the primitive colours. These primitive colours are, 

 red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet; ac- 

 cording to Sir Isaac Newton. Dr. Wollaston, who has 

 performed many experiments on the refraction of light, in 

 a more accurate manner than had been previously done, 

 confines them to four colours only red, green, blue, and 

 violet. 



Colours. Some philosophers say there are only three 

 original and truly distinct, viz : the red, yellow, and blue. 



Providence seems to have decorated Nature with an 

 enchanting diversity of colours, for the purpose of beauti- 

 fying the scene, and rendering it a sou - ce of sensible gra- 

 tification. His kindness is also evident in causing such 

 a construction of plants and grasses, as that green, the 

 colour most grateful and beneficial to the eye, should 

 predominate. 



Colours are but phantoms of the day, 



With that they 're born, with that they fade away ; 



Like beauty's charms, they but amuse the sight, 



Dark in themselves, till by reflection bright ; 



With the sun's aid, to rival him. they boast, 



But light withdrawn, in their own shades are lost. 



Hughes. 



Fairest of beings ! first created light ! 



Prime cause of beauty '. for from thee alone, 



The sparkling gem, the vegetable race, 



The nobler worlds that live and breathe their charms, 



The lively hues peculiar to each tribe, 



From thy unfailing source of splendour draw. 



HYMN TO LIGHT. 



* * * * 

 Say, from what golden quivers of the sky 



Do all thy winged arrows fly ? 

 Swiftness and power by birth are thine : 

 From thy great sire they came, thy sire, the word divine. 



* * * * 



When, goddess! thou lift'st up thy waken'd head, 



Out of the morning's purple bed, 



Thy quire of birds about thee play, 

 And all the joyful world salutes the rising day. 



* * * 



All the world's bravery, that delights our eyes, 



Is but thy several liveries ; 



Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st, 

 Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st. 



A crimson garment in the rose thou wear'st, 



A crown of studded gold thou bear' st ; 



The virgin-lilies, in their white, 

 Are clad but with the lawn of almost naked light. 



The violet, spring's little infant, stands 



Girt in thy purple swaddling-bands ; 



On the fair tulip thou dost dote ; 

 Thou cloth'st it in a gay and party-colour'd coat. 

 * * * 



Cowley. 



-Hither emerging from yon orient skies, 



Mallet. 



Botanic Goddess ! bend thy radiant eyes ; 

 O'er these soft scenes assume thy gentle reign, 

 Pomona, Ceres, Flora, in thy train. 



* * * # 



She comes ! the Goddess ! through the whispering air, 

 Bright as the morn, descends her blushing car; 

 Each circling wheel a wreath of flowers entwines, 

 And, gem'd with flowers, the silken harness shines ; 

 The golden bits with flowery studs are deck'd, 

 And knots of flowers the crimson reins connect. 

 And now, on earth, the silver axle rings, 

 And the shell sinks upon its slender springs ; 

 Light from her aiiy seat the goddess bounds, 

 And steps celestial press the pansied grounds. 



Darwin. 



