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KIDD'S LONDON JOUENAL. 



for all which we express our gratitude.* We 

 could cite " extraordinary" instances of 

 noble generosity^ in particular persons ; but 

 we prefer letting — 



" Expressive silence muse their praise." 



This must never be called an " evil world/' 

 as we have said before, whilst such examples 

 exist of " good " men in it — men who 



" Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame." 



Oh ! that the world were made up of such! 



It must not be imagined that we have 

 conquered all the difficulties that beset us. 

 There are yet many towns and villages where 

 our fair name has not been heard ; and Ave 

 solicit the kind aid of all who have the 

 ability and the disposition to assist in making 

 it so. We have already seen ' ho\v much ' 

 good-will has accomplished in this way ; and 

 it would be affectation in us to say we re- 

 quire such cooperation no longer. Our 

 ambition is — to be seen everywhere ; and to 

 know that our Paper finds a place upon the 

 table of every respectable family " from Dan 

 to Beersheba." It is a game worth playing 

 for, and we have sat down determined to 

 " win " it. 



We may add. that in London as well as in 

 the Country, numbers of these gracious acts 

 of good-feeling have been manifested. We 

 have it on the authority of many of the 

 dealers in periodicals, that no fewer than 

 8, 12, aye, and on some occasions, even 20 

 copies have been purchased by a single 

 individual — with a view, as he said, " to make a 

 work of the kind as well known as it ought to be" 



Our BRETHREN OF THE PRESS, too, have 



generously sung our praises on every oppor- 

 tunity offered ; and have transplanted many 

 a flower from our parterre into their own 

 more extensive gardens. This at once makes 

 our Journal an u evergreen." 



Will our kind readers condescendingly 

 pardon this little episode of egotism ? It is 

 a just tribute to iherri for their liberality ; and 

 it has relieved our heart of a heavy weight. 

 It establishes, at the same time, a most im- 

 portant truth, and shows that the word 

 " Impossibility " never ought to have a place 

 amongst us. Well has it been said, that 

 " Patience and perseverance remove moun- 

 tains ! 



By the way, if any quantity of our First 

 Number remain on hand, our Publisher will 

 be right glad to exchange them for subsequent 

 numbers. They are becoming scarce. 



*We are in great want of a helping hand in Birmingham, 

 Edinburgh, Glasgow, and Dublin. A gentleman writes to 

 us from Edinburgh — that " with our prospectus in his 

 hand, he has called on all the booksellers in the town 

 (who say they have 'sold out ') wi/hout being able io 

 procure a single copy <>f our Paper." He adds, " this is 

 vexatious ; as I hear your praises sounded far and near." 

 It is vexatious. Will any kind friend assist us in " re- 

 forming " this ? A word to the booksellers, kindly spoken , 

 would go a great way with them, and it would " tell" in 

 oue. behalf, wonderfully. 



REVIEW OF BOOKS. 



Flowers ; their Floral Language and Poetry. 

 By H. G. Adams. 



A Story of the Seasons. By the same 

 Author. 



We have, in a former Number, given a 

 high character to Mr. Adams, both for his 

 qualifications as a Poet, and for the fine 

 taste he possesses in selecting passages from 

 the writings of other Poets. 



That same fine taste is observable through- 

 out the first of these two miniature tomes, 

 which is studded with gems of poesy, admi- 

 rably u set." It is a book that really ought 

 to find a resting, an abiding place, in a gen- 

 tleman's pocket, or a lady's reticule ; for its 

 fascinations are great. 



As " Flowers " form one of our legiti- 

 mate, — nay, one of our most favorite topics 

 (we wish their approach was nearer !) let us 

 illuminate our columns by transplanting into 

 them one or two blooming buds. 



Here is one by Leigh Hunt, called 



The Albanian Love Letter. 



An exquisite invention this, 

 Worthy of Love's most honied kiss, 

 This art of writing billet-doux- 

 In buds, and odors, and bright hues, — 

 In saying all one feels and thinks, 

 In clever daffodils and pinks, 

 Uttering (as well as silence may) 

 The sweetest words the sweetest way : 

 How fit, too, for the lady's bosom, 

 The place where billet-doux repose 'cm. 



How charming in some rural spot, 

 Combining love with garden plot, 

 At once to cultivate one's flowers 

 And one's epistolary powers, 

 Growing one's own choice words and fancies 

 In orange tubs, and beds of pansies ; 

 One's sighs and passionate declarations 

 In odorous rhet'ric of carnations ; 

 Seeing how far one's stocks will reach ; 

 Taking due care one's flowers of speech 

 To guard from blight as well as bathos, 

 And watering, every day, one's pathos. 



A letter comes just gathered, we 



Doat on its tender brilliancy ; 



Inhale its delicate expression 



Of balm and pea; and its confession, 



Made with as sweet a maiden blush 



As ever morn bedew'd in bush; 



And then, when we have kissed its wit, 



And heart, in water putting it, 



To keep its remarks fresh, go round 



Our little eloquent plot of ground ; 



And with delighted hands compose 



Our answer, all of lily and rose, 



Of tuberose and of violet, 



And little darling (mignonette); 



And gratitude and polyanthus, 



And flowers that say, " Felt never man thus !" 



