zealous botanist, just as buoyant spirits excite the 
youthful mind. Pleasurable prospects still conti- 
nue to arise till that fated day — the longest of the 
year, to which we have just alluded, like the strong- 
est of man’s life — when no longer does each suc- 
ceeding day outstretch its predecessor in length or 
strength, but a shadowy reverse commences. When 
the season of brilliancy has risen to its zenith, or 
man to the perfection of his nature, then, and not 
till then arrives a full reflection on declining days. 
If, however, the cultivator of a flower garden, or of 
the years of human life, has indulged due thought 
of a future season; if his young plants be well- 
trained, his whole garden in good culture, and he 
has made preparation to meet the icy hand of a 
winter fast approaching, all is well; he fears not 
present nor future storms, all seasons alike afford 
him pleasure. To him indeed we may say, with 
Southey : 
“ Sweet are the harmonies of spring, 
Sweet is the summer’s evening gale, 
And sweet the autumnal winds that shake 
The many-coloured grove. 
Reflection too may love the hour 
When Nature, hid in Winter’s grave, 
No more expands the bursting bud 
Or bids the floweret bloom. 
For Nature soon in Spring’s best charms, 
Shall rise reviv’d from Winter’s grave, 
Expand the bursting bud again 
And bid the flower re-bloom.” 
Seeds of the Eutoca viscida may be sown in the 
borders, where it will flower abundantly. 
Bot. Reg. 1808. 
