blue; several speedwells, all blue; but some very dark, and some pale. The red valerian, which is rose-coloured. A great many sorts of rushes, but I like the bull-rush the best. And a great many grasses too, and the shapes and colours of some are pretty. The scabious, a dark and light purple. The pleasant smelling bed-straw, which is like a hay-field when it is dried. Wild madder, not very pretty; and plantains, not pretty too. Scorpion grasses, bright blue. Scarlet pimpernel, that has a violet-coloured mouth; and the bog-pimpernel, which is rose-coloured. Seven or eight sorts of the bell-flower; all blue, or blue and white, and some of them rather large and handsome. Touch-me-not, yellow. Three sorts of violet, the dog's, heart's-ease, and yellow-mountain. Mulleins; one sort is tall and handsome, and of a bright yellow. The centaury, which is bright pink. The common woodbine, or honey-suckle; everybody knows the colour of that. Gentians, a deep blue, a bright blue, and purplish. Sea-eringo, bright blue; and field-eringo, which is white and purplish. The common shepherd's-needle, white. Four or five sorts of the water-parsnip; they too are white and greenish. Water-hemlock, white again. Slender hare's-ear, yellowish. Common thrift, rose-coloured. Mattedthrift, of a purplish blue. The great broad-leaved docks; the leaves are finer than the flowers, which are not handsome. Water-plantains, white with yellow spots, and light purple. The common evening primrose, which is light yellow. Willow-herb, crimson. Heaths, rose and white, red and white. Per

sicaria, crimson; a very pretty flower. Saxifrage, bright yellow; and campions, which are white, rose, and yellow. Chickweeds, a very little white flower. Blackberry. Strawberry. The bright yellow creepingcinquefoil. Pheasant's-eye, a very handsome little flower, crimson with black spots. The golden crowfoots. Several sorts of mint, dark purple and reddish. Marjoram, light purple; and the sweet-smelling wild thyme. Common eye-bright-mamma's favourite again. Snapdragons, blue, white, rose-coloured, and yellow. Purple sea-rocket. Ladies-smock. Stork'sbill and crane's-bill, rose-coloured, purple, and reddish-purple. Mallows, pale rose; the boys at school called them cheeses, and we used to eat them. Common furmitory, rose-coloured and dark red. The everlasting-pea. Tares, pale blue, and purple and white. Trefoils. Dutch clover and common clover; all these, my friends, the bees are very fond of; and if you pull out the little pipy blossoms and suck the ends, you may taste the honey. The St. John's worts, which were in flower last month, are not yet out. The blossom, which is as shining as gold, and the leaves, that are of a bright and glossy green, are very handsome. There are nine or ten sorts of hawkweed, and all of a yellow colour. The common burdock, which is purple, and many kinds of thistle, which make the humble-bees tipsy. Goldy-locks and the common tansy, which are both a bright yellow. Sea-starwort, blue and yellow. The common goldenrod and the daisy. The ox-eye, yellow; and the corn bluebottle, the shape of which is like a wreath

round mamma's head. Sweet ladies-traces, whitish; and the red-berried bryony, also white.

"Well, Adam," said his father, "this is, indeed, a long list, but I cannot think that you made it all out without assistance." any No, papa," said he, smiling, "I looked into the "Domestic Gardener's Manual" the other day, and saw them there; so I copied them out; but I only took the names of those which I knew and liked."*

"Ah-ah! you sly rogue!" said his father; "however, it was a very innocent cheat to put upon me. I hope, for your own sake, my dear boy, you may never be guilty of a more serious piece of deception, and then nothing can prevent your becoming a very happy man. Bear in mind, to your life's end, the saying of your friend, Mr. Vincent, that there is nothing in the whole world worth the cost and trouble of a LIE. The uniform simplicity and honesty of his character, throughout his valuable life, have gained him more admiration and love from those who have known him, than his shining musical talents; yet

To the adult reader of this little work, if he or she have a taste for studying the practical or scientific department of horticulture, the author would strongly recommend the abovenamed Manual as a rade mecum. The writer of the work is not

a mere gardener, hackneyed in the beaten paths of the art (although he is essentially so, too), but he is a patient natural philosopher, and anʼadmirable chymist; and he has, upon every possible occasion, brought the sublime speculations resulting from the study of those ennobling sciences to bear upon the im provement of his favourite occupation-that of horticulture.

these of themselves alone would command the respect of mankind.

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'Well, I think, if we look back, we shall not find any part of the year in which we have more cause for delight and gratitude, than in the brilliant harvestmonth of AUGUST."

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CHAP IX.

September.

"Ruddy SEPTEMBER, with wide wicker-maunds,
Treads his full orchards now, and at all hours
Gathers delicious sweets, where are no sours.
And numerous rural youth, in clamorous bands,
With nut-hooks armed, clamber with knees and hands
Old hazel trees, and brown nuts rain in showers,
Pattering and pelting every maid that stands

Within their sportive reach, who fall like flowers
When hard hails pelt, and feign alarming cries.

And thus the merry month wears well away,
With feast and fruit, revel and roundelay."

CORNELIUS WEBBE.

Ar five o'clock in the morning of the 1st of September, while Adam and his father were at work in the garden, they heard the report of a gun." This is the first day for partridge-shooting," said Mr. Stock; " and probably with that shot some poor bird at this moment lies dead, or has flown away wounded and bleeding." Adam inquired whether it was more cruel to kill birds than sheep and oxen. "Certainly