“ Oh ! thank you, Henry: it is quite 
a new flower to me ; and what a long 
walk you have had for it. How early 
you must have risen ; for it is not yet 
eight o’clock. What could have led 
you to Hartwell at that time in the 
morning ?” 
“ To tell you the truth, Ellen, it was 
this identical flower that led me there; 
though you will ridicule the idea, that 
any poor blossom should have such a 
magnetic influence oa me. I will tell 
you how it was. About ten days ago, 
when my cousin George was here, you 
know we were out in search of butterflies 
for his cabinet. In the course of our ram¬ 
ble we climbed Hartwell cliff, to see 
what we could find there ; and while 
he was busy watching some insect, I 
espied this plant; and it occurred to 
me, that, as it grew on a spot which it 
was impossible for you to explore, it 
was very probable that you had never 
