48 DROPS FROM FLORA'S CUP. 
FLOWERS, GOD’S GIFT TO MAN. 
4 We turn from nature, up to nature’s God.* 
Never have we been more impressed with the 
beauty of these words than while perusing Hervey's 
sublime ‘ Reflections in a Flower Garden,’ where 
every plant and flower, the elements, the sky, the 
earth, all, are made to bow before God, as a Being 
of goodness and truth. We cannot refrain from 
inviting our readers to share with us the pleasure 
of perusing some of his richest words. ‘ See the 
Imperial Crown, splendid and beautifully grand! 
see the Tube Rose, delicate and languishingly fair! 
see all the pomp and glory of the parterre; where 
paint and perfume do wonders. Yet the inferior 
animals are neither smit with their beauties, nor 
regaled with their odors. The horse never stands 
still to gaze upon their charms; nor does the ox 
turn aside to browse upon their sweets. Flowers 
are peculiarly designed for man. Flowers were 
endued with rich enehartting graces for man's 
pleasure. To win his attention, and deck his re¬ 
treat, they hide their deformities under ground, 
and display nothing but the most graceful forms 
and engaging colors to his sight. To merit a farther 
degree of man’s esteem, the generality of them 
dispense a delightful perfume; reserving their 
richest exhalations to 1 embalm his morning and 
evening walks. Man usually chooses those cool 
hours, to refresh himself among their blooming 
