Admiring a pretty collection of pot plants in a lady's window recently the question was asked which she admired the most. It was a surprise to learn that it was the Dandelion. She had one potted in the fall, and every day when the sun shone it put out a wealth of golden blossoms. And it was so easy to get to grow and to bloom. After all, common as the Dandelion is, there are few plants that can rival it in beauty and general interest. Not only our lady friend, but poets of high rank have sung its praises. We are reminded, while writing, of the pretty verses of Lowell which will meet a response in many a breast - Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold;

First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, - High-hearted buccaneers, o' erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, - thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.

How like a prodigal doth nature seem, When thou, for all thy gold, so common art!

Thou teachest me to deem More sacredly of every human heart, 8ince each reflects in joy its scanty gleam Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show, Did we but pay the love we owe, And with a child's undoubting wisdom look On all these living pages of God's book.