exceeds the elatum in the brilliancy of its flowers. 
It is greatly enlivened by the contrast which its 
white centre yields to its fine blue petals. 
The infinite bounteousness of the beneficent Au- 
thor of all these beauties exceeds human compre- 
hension. Well may the poet expatiate on such 
munificence. 
“Nature, with a liberal hand, 
Flings wide her stores o’er sea and land. 
If gold she give, not single grains 
Are scatter’d far across the plains *, 
But lo, the desert streams are roll’d 
O’er precious beds of virgin gold. 
If flowers she offer, wreaths are given 
As countless as the stars of heaven : 
Or music — ’tis no feeble note 
She bids along the valleys float; 
Ten thousand nameless melodies 
In one full chorus swell the breeze. 
Oh, Art is but a scanty rill 
That genial seasons scarcely fill. 
But nature needs no tide’s return 
To fill afresh her flowing urn : 
She gathers all her rich supplies 
Where never-failing waters rise.” 
Flowers of all Hue. 
We are glad to introduce the Delphinium meso- 
leucum to our readers, and feel quite sure that they 
will desire more intimate acquaintance with it ; for 
notwithstanding it is as hardy as the Bee Larkspur, 
still it is comparatively little known. 
It is unnecessary to offer any remarks on its 
culture. It will grow in any common soil. 
Flor. Consp. 29. 
