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What weakness! what delusion! When we are gracefully resigned 
to an adverse lot, the misfortune is no longer such. Why then make a real 
calamity of it, by resistance? Peace does not dwell in outivard things, 
but within the soul. We may preserve it in the midst of the bitterest pain, 
if our will remain firm and submissive. Peace in 'this life springs from 
acquiescence even in disagreeable things, not in cun exemption from 
suffering. 
The rude singularity of the Wall-Flower’s primitive home and the 
exquisitely refined fragrance it nevertheless diffuses when transplanted 
and under cultivation:—thus making it a, fit emblem of the reward of 
Patience amid the arid wastes of adversity—justly entitle it to another 
greeting:— 
“The Wall-Flower—the Wall-Flower, 
How beautiful it blooms! 
It gleams above the ruined tower, 
Like sunlight over tombs; 
It sheds a halo of repose 
Around the wrecks of time— 
To beauty give the flaunting rose, 
The Wall-Flower is sublime.” 
— Moir. 
~Tl\e Waln\it-*1^fee. 
Inordinate Fond Loves. 
f HE Walnut-Tree,” says St. Francis de Sales, “is very prejudicial to 
the vineyards or fields wherein it is planted, because being so large, 
it attracts all the moisture of the surrounding earth, and renders the soil 
incapable of nourishing the other plants; the leaves are also so thick, that 
