MORAL OP FLOWERS, 71 
That serves the steadfast hours, ^ 
Is in the grass beneath that grows 
Unheeded, and the mute repose 
Of sweetly breathing flowers.”'— Wordsworth. 
Will the cold-hearted cynic smile, and will 
the sneering sceptic make a mockery of our 
words when we repeat this touching lesson ?— 
“God loveth all his creatures. 
Doth bless them hour by hour; 
Then will He not of man take heed. 
Who so much beauty hath decreed 
Unto the way-side flower?”— Mart Howitt, 
Perchance they may do so, but, oh ! we shall 
love ye none the less;—none the less shall we 
strive to express the feelings of gratitude, and 
associations of .pleasure, wherewith ye are so 
intimately blended, exclaiming :— 
“ 0 ! if earth’s ruined wilderness afi'ord 
So many flowers, breathing of love divine. 
How gloriously that promised land must shine 
That waits the followers of earth’s mighty Lord!”_ 
Mrs. Kichardson. 
Fair spirits are ye—ministering angels ! 
A writer, who has drunk deeply from the 
well of inspiration, says :— 
