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It 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.
LOVE at eventide to walk alone, While in the juicy corn the hidden quail
Down narrow lanes, o'erhung with dewy thorn. Cries, "Wet my foot;" and, hid as thoughts un
Where, from the long grass underneath, the snail, born,
Jet black, creeps out. and sprouts his timid horn. The fairy-like and seldom-seen landrail
|OTHTNG is better able to gratify the inherent passion of novelty than a garden; for Nature is always renewing her variegated appearance. She is infinite in her productions, and the life of man may come to its close before he has seen half the pictures which she is able to display.
gHREE 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 s^p." 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 is — when a creeping caterpillar is transformed into a butterfly, which, with glittering and delicate wing, rocks itself upon the lovely flowers.
THE IVY GREEN.
, a dainty plant is the Ivy Green,
Creeping where no life is seen,
Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings,
And a staunch old heart has he;
To his friend the huge Oak-tree!
And his leaves he gently waves,
As he joyously hugs and crawleth around
Whole ages have fled, and their works decayed,
And nations have scattered been;
From its hale and hearty green.
Shall fatten upon the past;
Is the Ivy's food at last.
Creeping on, where time has been,