Here Is A New Book, For Which We Desire Our Thanks To The Author on the delightful subject of horticulture and flowers.

The brightest, the fairest, the sweetest, the loveliest members of the vegetable kingdom. - and, save fair maidens and innocent childhood, the loveliest things in the universe, are flowers. They have been well called "The Lyric Poetry of Creation." Horace Smith, the author of that grand poem, "Moral Ruins," and to my mind, one of the chief-est English poets, in his charming "Hymn to the Flowers," calls them "day stars," "matin worshippers," "living preachers," "floral apostles," "ephemeral sages," and concludes with the enthusiastic declaration "Were I, O God! in churchless lands remaining, Far from ail teachers, and from ail divines, My soul would find in flowers of thy ordaining, Priests, sermons, shrines!"

Poets of all times have sung of flowers; and Mart Howitt's pious interpretation of their mission and teaching, how often soever quoted, never loses its charm to our ears, especially the lines "Our outward life requires them not;

Then wherefore had they birth? To minister delight to man,

2b beautify the earth; To comfort man - to whisper hope,

Whene'er his faith is dim. For he that careth for the flowers,

Witt much more carfare him."