Chaque genre de Vers, et j'ose presqvte dire chaque espece, offre un objet tout a 

 fait neuf, qui demande a lui seul presqu'autant de travail que les classes entieres 

 des grands animaux. — Geoffeoy St. Hilaire. 



What, dull ! when you do not know what gives its loveliness of form to the lily, 

 its depth of colour to the violet, its fragrance to the rose ! when you do not know 

 in what consists the venom of the adder, any more than you can imitate the glad 

 movements of the dove ! when, unlike the wisest of monarchs and of men, far 

 from knowing the trees as he did, " from the cedar tree that is in Lebanon even 

 unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall," you do not know anything even 

 of the two extremes of Solomon's great knowledge ! What, dull ! when earth, air, 

 and water are all alike mysteries to you ! and when, as you stretch out your hand, 

 you do not touch anything the properties of which you have mastered ! while, all 

 the time, Nature is inviting you to talk earnestly with her, to understand her, to 

 subdue her, and to be blessed by her ! Go away, man ; learn something, do some- 

 thing, understand something, and let me hear no more of your dulness.— Sir 

 Arthur Helps. 



