This devoted lover of flowers carefully noticed the sensibility of plants, and composed a horologe of flowers. The list is given in his "Philosophia Botanica," which, however, is only valuable to us in giving the names of plants which open and close at stated periods, as the time given is for the meridian of Upsal. For the use of our friends we have given a list of twenty-four, extracted from that magnificent and useful work, the Encyclopædia of Gardening, by J. C. Loudon, Esq., and by observation of the following plants, also, the ingenious reader may be enabled to add to the number. Many species of convolvulus and companula, the marvel of Peru, or belle-de-nuit, broom, tulips, cress, hibiscus, yellow lily, white water-lily, and dianthus.

See hieracium's various tribe,

Of pluny seed and radiate flowers,
The blooms of time their course describe,
And wake and sleep appointed hours.

Broad o'er its imbricated cap,

The goat's-beard spreads its golden rays,
But shuts its cautious petals up,
Retreating from the noontide blaze.

Pale as a pensive cloistered nun,
The Bethlehem-star her face unveils,
When o'er the mountain peers the sun,
But shades it from the vesper gales.

Among the loose and arid sands

The humble arenaria creeps ;
Slowly the purple star expands,
But soon within its calyx sleeps.

And those small bells so lightly rayed
With young Aurora's rosy hue,

These are the initial letters of the Latin names of the plants; they will be

found at length on the next page.

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Are to the noontide sun displayed,
But shut their plaits against the dew.

On upland slopes the shepherds mark

The hour, when, as the dial true,
Chiconium to the towering lark

Lifts her soft eyes serenely blue.

And thou "wee crimson tipped flower,"
Gatherest thy fringed mantle round
Thy bosom at the closing hour,

When night-drops bathe the turfy ground.

Unlike silené, who declines

The garish noontide's blazing light;
But when the evening crescent shines,
Gives all her sweetness to the night.

Thus in each flower and simple bell,
That in our path untrodden lie,
Are sweet remembrances, which tell

How fast their winged moments fly

S.TH.

The following beautiful lines are by Mrs. Hemans. They celebrate the far-famed dial of flowers constructed by Linnæus.

'Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours,

As they floated in light away,

By the opening and the folding flowers,

That laugh to the summer's day.

Thus had each moment its own rich hue,
And its graceful cup and bell,

In whose coloured vase might sleep the dew,
Like a pearl in an ocean-shell

To such sweet signs might the time have flowed
In a golden current on,

Ere from the garden, man's first abode,
The glorious guests were gone.

So might the days have been brightly to.d-
Those days of song and dreams—
When shepherds gathered their flocks of old,
By the blue Arcadian streams.

So in those isles of delight, that rest
Far off in a breezeless main,

Which many a bark, with a weary quest,
Has sought, but still in vain.

Yet is not life, in its real flight,

Marked thus- -even thus -on earth,
By the closing of one hope's delight,
And another's gentle birth?

Oh! let us live, so that flower by flower,

Shutting in turn, may leave

A lingerer still for the sunset hour,

A charm for the shaded eve.

And among other poets, we often meet with allusions to

floral dials.

The dial hid by weeds and flowers,
Hath told, by none beheld, the solitary hours.

Young Joy ne'er thought of counting hours,
'Till Care, one summer's morning,
Set up, among his smiling flowers,
A dial by way of warning.

WILSON.

MURRAY.

What a wide field for the imagination is displayed in the succeeding quotation from Hartley Coleridge. We might fancy ourselves luxuriating in a garden of roses, where “ every flower that blows" would add to our felicity; where the most agree