W: 
LIFE OF LINNjEUS. 
“ See, Ellen,” said Henry Vernoh to 
his sister, as he entered the library, one 
fine summer morning, and found her 
engaged in examining the flowers she 
had collected in a walk the evening be¬ 
fore : “see, Ellen,” said her brother, 
“ although I laugh at you for your love 
of botany, I have brought you a flower 
to pull to pieces ; and I assure you I 
have taken some pains to procure it for 
you, as you will believe, when I tell 
you that it grew on the summit of Sk 
Vincent’s rocks. 
