(MtStepl)US (!ll)iut'UStS. Natural Order: Compositcc — Aster Family. 
ESCRIPTION of this flower would be unnecessary, were it 
not the progenitor of all our handsome double, quilled, bou- 
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y quet, pyramid and the many other varieties of asters that 
have originated under careful and discriminating cultivation. 
The blossom originally presented a yellow disk or center, sur¬ 
rounded by a single row of petals, of a purple color ; now we have 
nearly all colors and shades, except yellow. Such is the wonderful 
power of human thought, skill, patience and perseverance, when applied 
to flowers; who can doubt its equal power when enlisted in the eleva¬ 
tion of mankind or in the improvement of the individual. 
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T OVE’S heralds should be thoughts, 
■ L/ Which ten times faster glide than sunbeams, 
Driving back the shadows over lowering hills. 
— Shakespeare. 
T~) OSE leaves, when the rose is dead, 
Are heaped for the beloved’s bed; 
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, 
Love itself shall slumber on. —Shelly. 
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'T'HOUGHTS of my soul, how swift ye go! 
Swift as the eagle’s glance of fire, 
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Or arrows from the archer’s bow, 
To the far aim of your desire! —Whittier. 
'T' HE car without horses, the car without wings, 
Roars onward and flies 
On its pale iron edge, 
’Neath the heat of a thought sitting still in our eyes. 
— Miss Barrett. 
MANY are the thoughts that come to me 
In my lonely musing; 
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Trackless and traceless is their flight, 
As falling stars of yesternight, 
Or the old tidemarks on the shore, 
Which other tides have rippled o’er. —Bowring. 
Which to follow, for to leave 
Any, seems a losing, — C. P. Crunch. 
And they drift so strange and swift, 
There ’s no time for choosing 
C. P. Crunch. 
