60 FLOWERS. 



Flovfers, like their Author, are impartial to all. They cheer the 

 boundless prairie, the mountain top, the lowliest valley, the rich 

 man's palace and the poor girl's pathway. Like music, painting 

 and poetry, they are universally appreciated. They elevate the 

 affections, and arouse the God within the soul, whether in saint, in 

 savage, or in sage. They speak to none an unintelligible language. 

 Even from the lowliest flower each attentive listener hears in his 

 own tongue in which he was born, "the wonderful works of God ;" 

 New Englanders, Missourians, Nebraskians, and dwellers about 

 Oregon and California, and Australia ; Africans, Patagonians, Si- 

 berians, Russians, Greeks, Turks, Germans, Frenchmen, English- 

 men, and strangers of the Crimea about Sebastopol, Chinese and 

 Hottentots, all may hear from " the lilies of the field," — in a 

 language, too, alike intelligible to all, — the same old story, that the 

 Creator of all cares alike for all. 



'Observe the rising lily's snowy giace; 



Observe tlie various vegetable race ; 



They neither toil, nor spin, but careless grow; 



Yet see liow warm they blush ! how bright they glow ! 



What regal vestments can with them compare ! 



What king so shining, or what queen so fair !"' 



" Man's inhumanity to man" never originated from the divine 

 teachings of nature. 



"The face of nature is God's written Bible, 



Which all mankind may study and explore ; 

 None, none may wrest, interpolate, or libel 



Its living lore. 



And from its pages we may gather 



That every sect should love alike all others ; 



Christian, Jew, Pagan, children of one Father, 



All, all are Brothers." 



Earth has no reluctance to becoming the abiding place of uni- 

 versal peace and happiness. Her darkest place, even her Ethio- 

 pia, is ready to stretch out her hands unto God, whenever her chil- 

 dren can agree to be happy, to live peaceably together, and mutu- 

 ally to aid and comfort one another. No good reason seems to exist 

 why all nations may not learn to read alike from the volume of na- 

 ture, of Avhich flowers form a bright, glowing alphabet. Gladly 

 would we see the means of cultivating flowers in the hands of every 



