A VISIT TO ENGLAND 331 



LINNAEUS AND THE GORSE.' 



Over the heath the golden gorse is glowing, 



And making glad the breeze ; 

 And lo ! a traveller by the wayside going 



Falls low upon his knees, 

 And thanks his God for such a glorious vision, 



And such a rich perfume, 

 As met him in what seemed a dream Elysian, 



Far from his northern home. 



So felt the great Linnseus, when before him 



The yellow gorse spread out. 

 We may not from his far-off grave restore him 



With us to roam about ; 

 But we may drink in, too, that loving spirit 



Which made him seek and find, 

 Even in the humblest flower that grows, a merit 



Hid from the common mind. 



And we, like him, in loving faith may linger 



On many a foreign shore, 

 Tracing the touch of an Almighty finger 



In plants unknown before ; 

 And, while the beauty of creation feeling, 



Filled with a new delight, 

 Our hearts, before the great Creator kneeling, 



May bless Him for the sight. EMILY CARRINGTON. 



Sweden does not, for all its distance off, feel to us so 

 foreign a place as Holland, Belgium, or France. The 

 Scandinavians are more like ourselves. I dare say Lin- 

 naeus felt the same in England as we do in Scandinavia. 

 Gladstone says, * I do not know whether in any foreign 

 land I ever felt so much at home as in Norway.' He 

 was touched by the universal kindness of the people. 

 We all feel thus in Scandinavia. In Norway we are 

 1 Aunt Judy's Magazine. 



