Morning Glory. 
Spomea Nil. Narurar Orver: Convolvulacee—Convolvulus Family. 
Hie ERE is a well known climber and general favorite, though 
rejected by some for its commonness, or because it is found 
so frequently in the humble walks of life. It however forms 
a very grateful shade from the noonday sun, and is used 
g& more than any other annual vine for that purpose. The 
2 ~°" flowers are various in color; the bud is curiously twisted, 
2 which, when expanded is of a beautiful trumpet-shape, the tints being 
6 far more delicate than any brush could lay. In the Southern States 
St é it grows wild, adorning the hedges and byways with its blossoms, 
eho and supplying the humming-bird and bee with their morning repasts. 
Ges) —— 
Repose. 
Y heart is like the sleeping lake, 
Which takes the hue of cloud and sky, 
And only feels its surface break 
When birds of passage wander by. 
—Willis. 
ITHOUT, the happy birds are singing ERE let us couch in fern, 
Their last song in the gathering gloom; And gaze adown the forest’s dim arcade, 
And languorous airs soft scents are bringing Where little patches of bright sunlight burn, 
From musky buds and bloom. Companioned of deep shade. 
—George Cooper. —— 
HE cricket on its bank is dumb; 
The very flies forget to hum; 
And, save the wagon rocking round, 
The landscape sleeps without a sound. 
—Fohn Clare. 
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ERE stretched, the pleasant turf I press, Their leaf-harps sounding to the breeze, 
In luxury of idleness; And water-tones that tinkle near, 
Sun-streaks, and glancing wings, and sky Blend their sweet music to my ear; 
Spotted with cloud-shapes, charm my eye: And by the changing shades alone 
While murmuring grass and waving trees, The passage of the hours is known. Hi 
, ae —Alfred B. Street, rN 
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