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THE NATUBAL SCIENCE JOUBNAL. 
Department of flDineralog^, 
C. T. MORGAN, Editor. 
Windsor, Vt. 
The Editor will be glad to receive anything of genera^ 
interest pertaining to Mineralogy. 
Correspondents who wish their manuscripts returned, 
will please enclose postage. 
Anonymous communications will not be accepted. 
Copy must be received not later than the 10th of the 
month, to insiu’e insertion in the next months issue. 
Write plainly, and address all articles for this depart 
ment to Box 112, Windsor, Vt. 
GREETING-. 
ITH the initial number of the 
Natural Science Jounal, the 
Mineral Editor sends greeting to his many 
friends. 
In the coming year, let us labor to 
make the Science of Mineralogy mean 
more than it has ever meant before. Not 
merely to collect a few paltry specimens, 
nor yet for the mastery of a score or 
more of principles which govern the 
science. Such a course renders the 
science meaningless, and it is owing to 
such treatment, largely, that it has fallen 
so low in general estimation. 
Rather let us labor to bring it again 
into popular favor by dissemination and 
inculcation of those mental and moral 
principles which hide behind symetry of 
form and beauty of crystal. 
It is with this purpose in view, that 
the editor takes up this labor of love, for 
such it is, and he earnestly invites the 
cooperation of those interested in this 
wonderful science. 
Let the hills and valleys resound with 
the music of our hammers. Let Earth’s 
hidden treasure rejoice in the sun’s reful¬ 
gent light, while in each sparkling gem 
revealed to our wondering eyes, may we 
see and apprehend some more precious 
truth, which incorporated into the fabric 
of our being, shall find its grand ideal in 
a life of service. 
THE BEAUTY OP THE ROOKS. 
Lucy Wells Morse. 
N this world so full of beauty, 
Fashioned by the hand of God, 
Countless gems have been discounted. 
Buried oft beneath the sod. 
Wander with me for a moment 
In this cabinet of Heaven, 
While we note the names and uses 
Of the treasures to us given. 
Here’s the mica, dear to childhood 
For its plates, so thin and bright. 
And, contrasting, is the marble, 
Cold and still and purely white. 
Here are agates; traced upon them 
By a penceling divine. 
Are the quaintly fringed mosses. 
Perfected in every line. 
What is this, so small and dainty. 
That has caught the sky’s own blue? 
Sapphire is the name we give it. 
And its motto is, “ Be true.” 
Close beside it lies the ruby 
That the God of day has kissed ; 
Basking in its warmth and color 
Is the purple amethyst. 
Can you ever view the em’rald 
Without thinking of the sea? 
AYondrous tales of wmve and billow. 
It e’er whispereth to me. 
All around lie beauteous crystals, 
And their many tints, I wis 
Borrowed were from sun and rainbow. 
Giving added loveliness. 
For the ring that is a token 
Of the giver’s love most fond. 
Go we to the field’s of carbon. 
Take the brilliant diamond. 
