140 GLOBE-FLOWER. 



love to gather and to bear tliem in their 

 hands to tliosc whom most they love. The 

 old man who walks abroad in a fine spring 

 morning-, when the air is balmy with the 

 sweet scent of honeysuckles and wild roses, 

 feels his heart expand with joy. The flowers 

 that meet his view may perhaps remind him 

 of the gladsome days in which he looked 

 upon them with friends who have long since 

 departed. Melancholy is blended with such 

 thoughts, but it is a melancholy that bids 

 fair to render the heart better. The flowers 

 of spring and autumn have faded and re- 

 appeared, during many successive seasons 

 since he gathered them with bounding steps 

 on the sunny grass, and they may seem as 

 emblems of his own mortality. He may sigh 

 to think that all flesh is but as grass ; the 

 goodliness thereof as a flower of the field; 

 yet they still remind him, that as the love- 

 liness of nature is restored, according to the 



