MORNING SUN.--_Tempus volat_.
OH! early passenger, look up--be wise,
And think how, night and day, TIME ONWARD
FLIES.

NOON.--_Dum tempus habemus, operemur bonum_.
Life steals away--this hour, oh man, is lent thee,
Patient to "WORK THE WORK OF HIM WHO SENT
THEE."

SETTING SUN.--_Redibo, tu nunquam_.
Haste, traveller, the sun is sinking now--
He shall return again--but never thou.

* * * * *


THE PINE-APPLE.


Oviedo extols the pine-apple above all the fruits which grew in the
famous gardens of his time, and above all that he had tasted in his
travels in Spain, France, England, Germany, the whole of Italy, Sicily,
the Tyrol, and the whole of the Low Countries. "No fruit," says he,
"have I known or seen in all these parts, nor do I think that in the
world there is one better than it, or equal to it, in all those points
which I shall now mention, and which are, beauty of appearance,
sweetness of smell, taste of excellent savour; so that there being three
senses out of the five which can be gratified by fruit, such is its
excellence above all other fruits or dainties in the world, that it