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GREAT BINDWEED. 



ACH flower telletli its own tale, 

 .^ig) always good, often beautiful, and 

 I never failing to give the passer- 

 by some useful hint at least, and such as 

 may help him onward in life's journey. 

 Hear, among others, the thoughts which 

 the wild convolvulus may suggest, when, 

 speaking to the mind, she discourses con- 

 cerning quiet duties and daily actings, which 

 have nought of this world's glory to com- 

 mend them. 



Set often as a light upon a hill, as a 

 symbol by the dusty road ; now gracefully 

 twining round the stalks of corn, now climb- 

 ing the tall bushes, and holding forth her 

 white trumpet- shaped flowers, in their own 

 singleness and beauty. None of her sisters 



