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CHICKWEED. 



? WEARY man toiled up the rocky 

 ' side of the Table Mountain at the 

 & Cape, resolved to ascend her loftiest 

 elevation, and to look down on the strange 

 landscape which lay extended at its base. 

 Strange, no doubt to him, where date and 

 palms, orange-tree and plantains, lifted their 

 tall heads among fields of pulse or sugar- 

 canes, who had seen only the corn-fields 

 and pasture-lands of his own comitry. That 

 weary man was Henry Martyn, and when 

 he sat dowai to rest in the steep ascent, 

 sad at heart, and ready to faint with think- 

 ing of the mighty undertaking in which he 

 was engaffed, a httle flame-coloured flower 

 of extraordinary beauty met liis eye : it 



