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down the names of other summer beauties, such as our 

 Yellow Canadian Lily, more gaudy even than Solomon 

 in all his glory, the Mullein, the Ghost Flower, Indian 

 Pipe, the wild Asparagus, the Lysimachia Stricta, the 

 wild Chamomile, the Forget-me-not, the Arrow Head, 

 Blue Iris, white and yellow Water-Lilies, Kudbeck's 

 Sunflover, &c, &c, an endless array of summer bloom 

 and fragrance. 



Earnest votary of Flora, pray, follow Mr. Sturton's 

 advice and devote a spare day or more, in sultry July, 

 to viewing our wild flowers, in their native haunts, 

 without forgetting to call on that fascinating family, 

 the Ferns, and you are sure to find them, as Miss Mai- 

 denhair tells you : — 



" In the cool and quiet nooks, 



By the side of running brooks ; 

 In the forest's green retreat' 



With the branches over head, 

 Nestling at the old tree's feet, 



Choose we there our mossy bed. 



On tall cliffs that woo the breeze, 

 Where no human foot-step presses. 



And no eye our beauty sees, 



There we wave our maiden tresses." 



Sillery, 1st July, 1884. 



V 



OUR AUGUST WILD FLOWERS. 



" In August, says Mr. Sturton, we perceive that the 

 year has reached its prime and that every week, as it 

 passes, tells of the fall of the year. The yellow flowers 

 begin to strive for the mastery in color, for there is a 



