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Wronging, in the bitterness of their grief, the 

 plants which were powerless to save him : 



"Who bade the many-coloured bow 

 With brighter, richer hues to glow, 



And from the lowly Field Flowers rose, 

 To meet the last of all our race, 

 Stern moralizing, face to face, 



With Time and Life, in their last throes." 



H. G. A. 



Let us now put ourselves under the guidance 

 of WILLIAM HOWITT one who knows well 

 where the sweetest Wild Flowers are to be 

 found, and who has, moreover, a true eye for 

 the beautiful and picturesque in nature, and a 

 true heart to sympathize, alike in grief or joy, 

 with his fellow-men. See what an English 

 landscape opens before us as we follow the 

 path which he indicates : u It is evening, what 

 a calm and basking sunshine lies on the green 

 landscape. Look around, all is beauty, and 

 richness, and glory. Those tall elms, which 

 surround the church-yard, letting the grey 

 tower get but a passing glimpse of the river, 

 and that other magnificent circle of solemn 

 trees, which stretch up the side of the same 

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