CHILDREN AND FLOWERS. 
Childhood is especially the season of flowers, 
and hence the poets have very appropriately 
compared that early period of our existence tc 
the spring-time of the year, when,— 
“ There’s perfume upon every wind, 
Music in every tree— 
Dews for the moisture-loving flowers— 
Sweets for the sucking bee ; 
The sick come forth for the healing breeze, 
The young are gathering flowers. 
And life is a tale of poetry, 
That is told by golden hours.”—N. P. Willis. 
It is then that flowers are to us a source of 
exquisite soul-thrilling delight; we revel amid 
them as careless and free-hearted as their own 
worshipper, the butterfly; inhaling their fra¬ 
grance, and gazing on their beautiful tints with 
