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own j content to read, liuinbly and adoringly, in the meanest 
herb and the frailest flower given to me by nature’s lavish 
hand. His power and might, who clothed them all in theii- 
wondious beauty, and who bestowed on us the yet more 
wonderful senses, enabling us to see, admire, and enjoy it:— 
Was it not ever one of nature’s glories, 
Nay, her great piece of wonder, that amongst 
So many millions, millions of her works. 
She gave the eye distinction to cull out 
The one from other? 
Beaumont and Fletcher. 
The last of my Summer sketches contains two of the Mallow 
family, flowers of the Lavatera Arborea; and, if grace of 
form or delicate beauty always received their merited praise, 
these fair things would have their poetic or legendary tale to 
tell. As it is, in these unjust times, I cannot conjure up one 
name of Bardic Chivalrie whose “ troops of the line” may do 
efficient service to the flowers who are now my clients; for 
no mythological nor theological fables have yet contributed to 
render illustrious their genealogical tree. But their own wel¬ 
come luxuriance and delicate beauty need no other claim on 
our admiration. 
1 he Mallow is, in floral emblems, used to personify a “ sweet 
disposition, and in that character, remembering all its other 
good and graceful qualities [and more than any jiower 
possesses), it may well image to me the beloved and faithful 
friend, whose gentle hand laid upon my desk the originals of 
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