“ Oinnes res creatae sunt divinae sapientiae et potentiae testes, divitiae felicitatis 
humanae: — ex harum usu honitas Creatoris ; ex pulchritudine sapientia Domini; 
ex ceconomia in conservatione, proportione, renovatione, potentid majestatis eluoet. 
Earum itaque indagatio ab hominibus sibi relictis semper aestimata; a vere eruditis 
et sapientibus semper exculta; male 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, 
Q 
ALEKE 
FLAMMAM. 
