Gladly would I feel assured that, in some future years,--when I shall
have done with earthly flowers, and you will be engaged in the busy
scenes and arduous duties of mature life,--the import of these leaves
may from time to time arise to your memory, in all its dewy freshness,
like the fragrance which the summer-breeze wafts after us, from the
lilies and violets we have passed and left far behind us, in our morning
rambles. Then, if not to-day, you will be convinced that I was--as now I
am,

Your true Friend,

H. F. GOULD.

Newburyport, Mass., August, 1850.




CONTENTS


The Sale of the Water-Lily

The Humming-Bird's Anger

The Butterfly's Dream

The Boy and the Cricket