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point all our honest and best men are agreed. 
Depend upon this,—he excels most who is 
most useful in his day and generation. 
Cloistered virtues smell rank. 
Ere we terminate these few remarks, let 
us mention the pleasing fact of the withdrawal 
of one of our former subscribers, a Roman 
Catholic. His letter, dated from Buckland, 
near Faringdon, expresses wrathful indig- 
nation at us for our having dared to expose 
the abuses of convents.* This is well ; coming 
from such a quarter—at once the handsomest 
compliment that could have been paid us, 
and strongly corroborative of the power 
TRUTH possesses when properly handled. 
Our JOURNAL never can hope,—neither 
does it aim, to flourish in such an impure 
atmosphere. If it should die, let it die with 
the praise of all honest men upon it ;—it 
were a noble death ! 
It has done much good; it rejoices in the 
hope of yet adding largely to the sphere of its 
usefulness. 
* Let us tell this very enlightened Roman 
Catholic a little secret. We sent his ietter, under 
cover, to a friend of ours, who is a true philan- 
thropist. In the reply he sent us, was enclosed the 
following :—‘‘The object of the miserable man 
who wrote that epistle shall be defeated. Tell 
the Editor of Kipp’s Journat, with my best 
compliments, that J will be a subscriber, in his 
stead, from the present time. I forward 20s. on 
account. May the righteous cause prosper!” 
We learn from our friend, that we are indebted 
to a very high-minded, charitable lady for this 
little service. We record it to her honor,—Ep. 
WHAT I LOVE. 
BY J. 8. BIGG. 
I play not with the thunders, 
And the grim lightuings are no friends of mine ; 
And the profound unmeasured amplitudes 
In which all times and changes hang like stars, 
And the deep questionings which move thy breast, 
Move me but little ; though I know they are. 
I never shook a paw with the dread Sphynx, 
And all her riddles are to me as dreams. 
I tove the lowly and the beautiful— 
The apple, sun-brown’d on the garden wall; 
The peach just rounding into ripeness, with 
Its first young blush just spreading o’er its cheek ; 
The breath of flowers and hum of honey-bees, 
The wavy odor of bean-fields, and songs 
Of merry harvest-home ; the music which 
A tiny streamlet makes unto the trees 
That stand in condescending stateliness 
Along its mossy banks, like grim old grey-beards 
Listening with all becoming gravity 
To the sweet talk and fragmentary thought 
Of prattling infancy ; the amber blush 
And hues of glory which the evening spreads, 
Ere she has closed the flowery volume up, 
The record of the day; and the dark zone 
Of Night, with all its cabalistic pomp. 

KIDD’S OWN JOURNAL. 
FLOWERS, AND A LOVE FOR NATURE; 
OR, 
SCIENCE MADE EASY. 
Iv IS FULL LATE IN THE DAY FOR US 
to comment on the power of kindness in 
winning young people to the pursuit of useful 
knowledge. We have said, and we glory in 
repeating it, that gentleness and goodness 
will accomplish almost everything. Only get 
possession of achild’s heart, and reason kindly 
with it, and it is at once in your keeping. 
These remarks are introductory to a little 
episode which appears in our excellent con- 
temporary, the “ Gardeners’ Journal,” and 
which we make no apology for transferring, 
(in a carefully abridged form,) to our own 
columns. There is a “great fact” inter- 
woven in this little narrative of events, which 
cannot fail to be recognised by our readers, 
and we feel sure of their appreciating the 
motive by which we are actuated in bringing 
it under their eye. Let us call the sketch 
we allude to— 
THE VILLAGE FLOWER-SHOW. 
In a quiet corner of rural England dwells a 
pastor of the Established Church-—an eminent 
teacher of botany, whose educational views, sprung 
from a mathematical university, have bent with 
peculiar grace to the influence of his professional 
pursuits. or him, the lilies of the field are mi- 
nistering elements of thought and feeling; serving 
to rear up the minds of his flock in notions of 
comeliness and order; and to draw lessons from 
plants and other natural objects, is with him a 
treasured step towards the development of an 
observant and godly intellect. Let us see how 
far his village flower-show, held a few days since, 
confirms the spirit of his teaching. 
The ruling principle of the “ H Laborers’ 
and Mechanics’ Horticultural Society,” is, that 
every member should feel his independence as 
a contributing subscriber. They are of the 
very poorest class. Few, very few, alas! of the 
parents are able to read or write. The sub- 
scription is stapence per annum, and out of this 
small fund two annual shows—one of flowers 
and one of vegetables—are held with great 
rejoicing in the grounds of the Rectory. Prizes, 
varying from 2s. 6d. to a pinch of white snuff, 2.e., 
peppermint lozenges, are offered by the rector, 
gentry, and farmers, to the most successful culti- 
vators, and the award of the judges is looked 
forward to, each year, with as much competing 
excitement as the gold and silver Banksian and 
Knightian medals of the metropolis. 
There is, however, one important advantage 
which this Society has over those of London. It 
gives prizes for wild-flowers. As the seasons 
come round, the children of H go into the 
fields to gather wild-flowers, and a faithful record 
is kept and printed, of the parish Flora. Hard 
names, such as ‘monocotyledonous’ and 
‘inflorescence’ are as familiar to them as 
household words. They are engrafted on the 
memory by their continual practical illustration. 
The spelling-book gives them names equally hard 

