245 



: Jfafccr ia 

 antr 



THE LINN^AN AND NATUKAL SYSTEMS. 



" Where'er I cast my wandering eyes around, 

 The God I seek in every object 's found : 

 Pursuing Thee, the verdant fields I pass, 

 And read Thy name on every Made of grass ; 

 Beauty complete, and majesty divine, 

 In all Thy works, adored Creator, shine I " 



rilHE seasons pass away, and we see the wild 

 flowers no longer. We have watched their 

 growth, their beauty, and their decay. "We have 

 pointed out the lessons they teach and the story they 

 have to tell. If the lesson is to have a permanent 

 value, it should he taken to heart, and each flower 

 preserved and studied at your leisure. What glorious 

 memories of sunny days and rural excursions does the 

 herbarium, as the collection of dried plants is called, 

 bring to mind ! The hills, the moorland, and the flower- 

 spangled meadow come with renewed freshness on the 

 mind. As we turn over the heather, the fern, and even 



