That stretched unwieldly their enormous arms,
Clad with luxuriant foliage, from the trunk,
Like the old eagle feathered to the heel;
While every fibre, from the lowest root
To the last leaf upon the topmost twig,
Was held by common sympathy, diffusing
Through all the complex frame unconscious life.

--_Montgomery's Pelican Island_.

* * * * *

What makes us like new acquaintances is not so much any weariness
of our old ones, or the pleasure of change, as disgust at not
being sufficiently admired by those who know us too well, and
the hope of being more so by those who do not know so much of
us.--_La Rochefoucauld_.




_AMONG THE DAISIES._

"Laud the first spring daisies--
Chant aloud their praises."--_Ed. Youl._

"When daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver white--
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,
Do paint the meadows with delight."