CONVERSATION VIII. 



RANUNCULUS POPPY FUMITORY SUN-DEW BARBERRY, AND 

 VINE TRIBES. 



THE pastures now began to be sprinkled with 

 buttercups and marsh marigolds, and the banks 

 with the little starry celandine, so that the chil- 

 dren were able to mix those showy yellow blossoms 

 with the budding hawthorn, and the pale cuckoo- 

 flowers, which they gathered for the 1st of May. 

 There was a rustic seat under an old acacia on the 

 lawn, and when their mamma came down to break- 

 fast on an unusually warm May-day, she found 

 the young folks adorning this seat with hawthorn 

 boughs, and hanging wreaths on the rugged trunk 

 of their favourite tree. The prettiest of these 

 wreaths was oifered to mamma, and Mary was de- 

 lighted to hear it very much admired, and to see 

 her mamma wearing it as a trimming to her 

 bonnet, when they walked through the village that 

 morning. The little girl also had plenty of May 

 blossoms in her large straw hat, and the village 



