
FLORAL POBESY, 
The river nobly foams and flows, 
The charm of this enchanted ground, 
And all its thousand turns disclose 
Some fresher beauty varying round ; 
The haughtiest breast its wish might bound, 
Through life to dwell delighted here ; 
Nor could on earth a spot be found 
T'o nature and to me so dear. 
Could thy dear eyes, in following mine, 
Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! 

PIMPERNEL, 
( Change.) 
** More bitter far than all 
It was to know that love could change and die.” 
A, A, PRoctTER. 
HE Pimpernel does not unfold its brilliant petals 
until eight o’clock in the morning, and refolds 
them towards noon : this habit has obtained for it the 
cognomen of ‘‘the poor man’s weather-glass ;” whilst 
for its usefulness in foretelling the approach of rain, it 
is frequently known as ‘the shepherd’s warning.” 
Hew who have passed a portion of their life in the coun- 
try but are acquainted with this property of the pretty 
little pimpernel. Whenever its tiny scarlet blossoms are 
seen folding up their delicate petals, it may be deemed | 
a certain indication of approaching rain ; and as such 
a sign Darwin notices it : 

