Ir is computed that the swallow flies upward of sixty, the crow twenty-five, and the hawk forty-two miles an hour. The flight of the English eagle is six thousand feet in a minute. N She is OTHING is better able to gratify the inherent passion of novelty than a garden; for Nature is always renewing her variegated appearance. infinite in her productions, and the life of man may come may come to its close before he has seen half the pictures which she is able to display. HREE astonishing changes present themselves to our view in the kingdom of Nature. The first is when a small seed dies in the lap of earth, and rises again in the verdant and flowery splendor of a youthful tree. The next is when, under a warm and feathery covering, life develops itself in an egg, and a winged bird breaks singing through the shell. The third when a creeping caterpillar is transformed into a butterfly, which, with glittering and delicate wing, rocks itself upon the lovely flowers. is H, a dainty plant is the Ivy Green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! THE IVY GREEN. Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, And the mouldering dust that years have made Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy Green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And slyly he traileth along the ground, And his leaves he gently waves, As he joyously hugs and crawleth around The rich mould of dead men's graves. Creeping where grim death has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy Green. Whole ages have fled, and their works decayed, For the stateliest building man can raise Creeping on, where time has been, |