The contemplation of the beauty of flowers, with their varied tints of exquisite colors, beautiful forms and delightful odors, is a source of never ending pleasure to all who have any taste for the beautiful, even when examined by the naked eye; but when placed under a powerful microscope, we are introduced to the hidden wonders of God's handiworks, where we see the exquisite finish of the most minute parts of the flower, with the adorning of colors that seem to be more splendid than anything earthly; here is no imperfection, and no blemish, but in every part of the most humble flower, we see nothing but the perfection of beauty. I was so well pleased with an article I found in the New-York Observer on this subject, entitled the "Lily of the Field," that I give the article entire, as follows, (believing that it will be read with pleasure and profit):
"In the reign of Solomon, the kingdom of Judah reached the acme of its splendor. He was the wisest, the richest, and the most powerful of kings.
"So widely extended was the fame of his character and magnificence, that distant nations came to add their portion to the sum of his glory. The grandest manifestations of his prosperity, and power, were, when the king appeared, arrayed in robes of finest texture, sitting upon the throne of ivory overlaid with pure gold. It was no mere display of barbaric magnificence, dazzling to the eye of sense, with the glitter of gold, and the glare of brilliant colors. It was the suitable expression of that blessing which crowned the kingdom and its king. All that earth could furnish and art apply, was centered upon him, who set forth in his own person the glory of the state. When our Saviour desired to impress his disciples with the superiority of the least of the works of God to the greatest of the works of man, He compared the humble beauty of the flowers at their feet, with the utmost that could be accomplished by human taste and skill.
"'Consider,' said he, 'the lilies of the field, they toil not, neither do they spin; and yet I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.' We need not make a garland of these lilies, nor seek a meadow covered with their varied brightness, in order to find what surpasses the brilliant costume of the richest king. A single one of these frail flowers, is clothed with finer texture, adorned with richer hues, and expresses more of that perfection in form and color, which delight the eye and heart. As he stood before the altar, the royal robes of Solomon hung in graceful folds and shone with the purple blush of Tyre, but no angel's wings swept in more graceful curves, than that in which this lily of the field upturns its blushing face to the light and dews of heaven.
"In these lilies of the field, there is brightness, not of materials prepared and arranged by human hands, but the living brightness that flows directly from the hand of God. There is life in these flowers: every tint glows with the warmth of the unseen love which gives it being. It is not like the beaming stars, nor the glory of western cloudiness, for it shines with the mysterious power of the living principle, it has a breathing and growth toward the source of all true loveliness in this world, and that which is to come.
"Let us learn another lesson from the lily of the field. How small a portion of its exquisite beauty is within the reach of our vision. Look with a true heart and loving spirit, study its wondrous mechanism, its faultless form, seek for the secret of its 'tender grace,' and when you have read all that eye can see, and have felt all that heart can receive, remember that you know hut in part, that you see the beauty of this flower only through a glass darkly. It has a wealth of beauty that to you is entirely imperceptible. Scientific aids, increasing wonderfully your natural powers of observation, only reveal the fact, that there is an infinity of beauty concealed within the compass of these leafy walls.
"Now, if the God of love, the Father of glory, has concealed such beauty, where He reveals Himself in the light of a single flower, how much has He treasured up beyond the reach of mortal vision within those foundations of precious stones; how much has He concealed in the buds of precious promise, in the flowers of living hope that rise with heavenly fragrance, beside still waters, in those green pastures where He makes His flock to rest at noon.
"Is there a joy unspeakable in the humblest flower that springs up beneath the touch of His finger? What must be the fullness of joy when.He reveals the fashion of His own glorious body, according to His mighty power. Let us learn from one of these lilies of the field, that we but know in part, but when that is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. Then shall we know, even as we are known."
It is not known what particular flower was alluded to, as the "lily of the field;" we should like very well to ascertain. It is not, however, necessary, to know the particular one: the remark is applicable to any flower.