" Omnes res creatae sunt divinse sapientiae et potentise testes, divitiae felicitatis 

 humanse : — ex harum usu bonitas Creatoris ; ex pulchritudine sapientia Domini ; 

 ex ceconomia in conservatione, proportione, renovatione, jao^ew^m majestatis elucet. 

 Earum itaque indagatio ab hominibus sibi relictis semper aestimata ; a vere eruditis 

 et sapientibus semper exculta ; maid doctis et barbaris semper inimica fuit." — 



LiNNiEUS. 



The sylvan powers 



Obey our summons ; from their deepest dells 



The Dryads come, and throw their garlands wild 



And odorous branches at our feet ; the Nymphs 



That press with nimble step the mountain thyme 



And purple heath -flower come not empty-handed, 



But scatter round ten thousand forms minute 



Of velvet moss or lichen, torn from rock 



Or rifted oak or cavern deep : the Naiads too 



Quit their loved native stream, from whose smooth' face 



They crop the lily, and each sedge and rush 



That drinks the rippling tide : the frozen poles. 



Where peril waits the bold adventurer's tread, 



The burning sands of Borneo and Cayenne, 



All, all to us unlock their secret stores 



And pay their cheerful tribute. 



J. Taylor, Norwich, 1818. 



FLAMMAM. 





